Demon Hunter and His Hut

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Sherman sat in the study, quietly looking at the newspaper on the table.

Just then, a red-faced man knocked on the door and walked in.

"Sir, the identity has been confirmed. It is Marr. He was bitten to death by a beast."

"The woman from the Mar family was making a noise in front of the police station. He said it must be the woods you sent him to..."

Sherman frowned. "Give her some money and send her away."

After the death of her man, this woman made a face of being greedy for money, but she really told the truth of the matter by mistake.

"You asked him to follow that boy. He didn't work hard, what did he do in the mountains when he had nothing to do?"

The red-faced man muttered.

Sherman shook his head, "Although Marr is greedy for money, he still works very seriously. Since he went to the woods, that can only mean one thing."

Sherman looked up. "He followed the boy."

"Keep an eye on him!"

"Don't do anything in the town, enough things have happened recently, there's no need to make trouble."

"But if he goes into the woods again."

Sherman gave the red-faced sweat a look.

"You should know how to do it."

"I understand sir."

The red-faced man replied.

"Keep your hands and feet clean, don't leave traces, and feed him to the wolf after you ask."

"Understand?"

Saying that, he took out a brown glass bottle from his pocket, "Apply it on your body, and they won't attack you."

The red-faced man took the glass bottle, turned and left.

Sherman walked to the window and looked at the young man in the yard. "Two have died. Add this young man, and you're done with one."

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Looking at the neat glass bottles in front of him, Roger showed a satisfied smile on his face.

"Focus on potions, those made from psychic water should be enough for a long time."

He opened a hidden compartment under the floor and put some of the potions in it, and most of the rest was carried with him, ready to be put back to his home in the town.

After doing all this, he drank an exclusive potion, picked up the wooden stick and posed, and practiced again.

More than an hour later, Roger collapsed on the bed with a sore body, and fell into extreme exhaustion from the body to the spirit. After setting the time, he fell asleep in a daze.

When he woke up, his stomach was empty. He took out the fast food from his backpack and stuffed it in a random way. Roger suddenly felt that there was a need for a kitchen in the house.

When I just returned to modern life, I still feel that the hamburger and fried chicken are extremely delicious, but I have eaten a lot in recent days, and I really miss the food of the Great Heavenly Dynasty!

Looking at the time, it should be around 2 pm. The herbs in his hands have been used up, but Roger still intends to go out to collect some.

After this configuration, he found a problem. Some of the intermediate links in several formulas need to use the same three kinds of herbs mixed with the original liquid.

It is a kind of base material, he can collect it in advance, and then make some, so in the process of configuration, it will save a lot of time.

When he thought about it, he did it. He emptied his backpack, pushed the door and left the wooden house. Before leaving, he thought about it and hung the iron axe he bought on his waist.

This axe was much sharper than the one he had on the island, and although it looked a little more bruised, it was at least a weapon.

The sun in the afternoon is a bit scorching hot, and the wind is breezy next to the cemetery, not to mention the environment, this is really a good place to escape the summer heat.

He passed through the cemetery, and most of the tombstones in it were collapsed and incomplete. Judging from some vague handwriting left on it, it was at least a hundred years old.

This time, he did not choose to approach the road,

He swept the whole area over there, and even if there were fish that slipped through the net, the number would probably not be too many.

Turning the other way, he went deeper.

The further south he went, the more lush the trees became, and there was almost no trace of human activity. This time he prepared a compass.

Roger stayed in the woods all afternoon and didn't come out until he filled his backpack again. He raised his head, the sun was setting in the west, and it would be dark before long.

"There's not enough time."

He can't wait to stay here 24 hours a day. If he arranges it properly, he should be able to exercise three times a day, and the speed of his progress will become extremely amazing.

Turning over a small mound, Roger subconsciously discerned the direction, but at this moment, his heart tightened, his body slammed forward, rolled on the ground, and then leaned against a small tree superior.

"Ho..."

He looked up, and in the dark woods, a wild wolf with fangs pounced on the place where he just stood.

If the reaction was a little slower just now, he might have been knocked down by now.

Taking a deep breath, Roger didn't have any panic in his heart. He slowly untied his backpack and touched the iron axe hanging on his waist with his right hand.

Compared to the first time he encountered a wild wolf a few days ago, his own strength has not improved too much, but the corresponding fighting skills have undergone a qualitative change.

At least from a layman, into a skilled person.

Many moves in general swordsmanship are not suitable for attacking, but the reason is the same. Roger raised his elbow slightly. This posture is not only convenient for him to defend, but also can quickly split the iron axe.

With the previous experience of fighting, he believes that as long as he seizes the opportunity this time, he can hit the beast on the opposite side!

"bring it on!"

Roger let out a low roar, his eyes filled with fierce murderous intent, "I'm short of the beast's heart to prepare the potion."

After speaking, he did not passively defend, but took a step forward and pretended to attack.

The beast on the opposite side seemed to understand Roger's provocation.

The previous Roger had just climbed over a mound, so the beast was standing at the height of the mound at this time. He was standing relatively low, and with the height difference, if he threw himself this time, Roger would hardly resist. 's room.

At the critical moment, instead of retreating, he moved forward, slammed his left hand, and hung the untied backpack on his arm. With a loud shout, his physical strength exploded, and he slammed into the wild wolf who was attacking!

puff!

The backpack was soft and could not cause any damage to the beast on the opposite side, but Roger slammed into it with all his strength, with the advantage of weight and speed, he still knocked the wild wolf on the opposite side away.

His body was only slightly stagnant. In the next second, Roger decisively threw his backpack, and his body accelerated again, holding an axe in both hands, and slashed forward!

The wild wolf turned up from the ground and slapped Roger's backpack with his front paws, but the next moment, a sharp iron axe had come to him.

The wild wolf's skull is hard, and Roger did not choose the more deadly neck, but aimed at the part where the torso and hind legs were connected with the largest area of ​​the beast's body.

puff!

Roger's current strength is very amazing. With the addition of skills, this axe hits the target with precision.

The skin was slashed, the muscles were torn, the sharp axe made a big cut on the wolf's body, blood splashed, revealing the white leg bones below!

Ow!

The wild wolf let out a scream and was cut down by an axe. It got up from the ground and didn't even care about attacking Roger, but turned and fled away.

"Want to run?"

Roger let out a low voice and chased after him with his axe!