Demon Hunter and His Hut

The blue petals trembled, one by two, the petals fell off from the flower, and instead of falling to the ground, they floated in mid-air under the support of an unknown force.

Jorah looked carefully, only then did she realize that the blue floating in the air were not flower petals at all, but ice blue butterflies.

The wings trembled slightly, revealing their original appearance, just a few short breaths, and the flowers on the ground were only left with ugly stamens.

The entire space is covered by densely packed ice butterflies.

Jorah could feel the hidden aggressiveness of these ice butterflies, but their target was not himself, but the person hidden in the pool.

"what happened?"

At this time, Jorah also noticed that Roger's body was gradually returning to normal. He didn't know whether the core structure was infused with too much life essence, or the spring water helped him isolate the surrounding cold.

Obviously, in the eyes of these ice butterflies, Roger, who was hiding in the lake, had become an out-and-out alien.

In the next second, Jorah saw the ice butterflies not far away gathered together, and slapped them down fiercely like a palm covered in ice crystals!

They completely ignored Jorah who was standing by the lake, and only targeted Roger.

Before she had time to think, Jorah jumped into the air and returned to the form of a dragon. She spread her wings and took the initiative to meet the huge palm.

boom!

The violent impact hit Jorah, and the dragon scales on her body shook slightly, resisting a large part of the impact.

With a resonant roar, Jorah's huge body rotated flexibly in mid-air, and the strong wind disturbed the surrounding airflow wings, just like a sharp razor, it just crushed the huge palm in an instant.

But before she had time to be happy, Jorah discovered that although her attack shattered some of the ice butterflies, more ice butterflies poured into it.

Those defeated ice butterflies disappeared out of thin air before they even landed on the ground. At the same time, the huge palm appeared again.

It's just that the shape of the palm has changed slightly.

Seems harder and sharper.

"The situation has changed, speed up the speed of absorption!" Jorah, the split-two user, shouted loudly.

Roger saw everything that happened outside the lake. At this time, the changes inside his body were completely out of his control.

For the absorption of life essence, he only guessed the beginning, but did not expect the process and result.

In fact, without the core structure, Roger's body can't store any life essence, and the life essence doesn't represent a pure energy, and he can't use it to strengthen his body and improve his strength.

That's a recognition.

Recognized as a higher creature.

"Discovering powerful life energy, transforming and absorbing it..."

This is a hint from the bulletin board, but Roger's body has not changed in any way.

But soon in the depths of his consciousness, the hunter's hut, which was somewhat vague at first, became solidified at an extremely fast speed.

From blurry to clear.

Just when Roger thought that the hunter's hut would be fully formed with the help of this strange energy, it seemed to have reached a certain limit, and the clear but incomplete hut stopped absorbing it.

Immediately afterwards, a little bit of water vapor appeared in the dark background.

Water vapor filled the air, and raindrops fell from the void.

The whole process was silent but extremely fast.

Roger was shocked to find that a pool of emerald green lake water had formed around the hut. The lake water was so clear that it seemed that it could only sink into the ankles.

"What is this?"

Roger is a little strange, he can feel that his strength has not improved, and the process of conversion is still going on,

Roger was even worried that he would drain the essence of life here.

"Isn't something going to happen?" He was unavoidably a little apprehensive, but at this moment, Roger suddenly felt that the sky above his head seemed to be covered by a huge shadow.

Waking up from the depths of consciousness, he looked up.

The turquoise lake water seems to be mixed with other colors.

That's blood.

In the sky above the lake, Jorah was covered in cuts and bruises, and each scale seemed to have experienced repeated damage. He kept repairing the injuries on his body, but what she was fighting against was no longer a huge palm.

From all directions, more than a dozen palms volleyed in the air, Jorah was tired of coping, if it wasn't for protecting Roger from interference, she could have gone on a guerrilla attack.

But now, Jorah could only passively float above the lake, and most of the attacks could only land on him.

The vitality cannot be overdrawn infinitely, her roar has become weak, and as the injury worsens, the ice crystallization of the whole body is getting more and more serious.

Those ice butterflies that were destroyed by her berserk attack drifted away with the wind, and before long, new ice butterflies would re-grow on the stamens on the ground.

Although all the flowers around the lake have been destroyed by her, there are still a steady stream of freezing points gathering together farther away.

The cycle goes on and on, endlessly.

Not to mention Jorah, even if his vitality was twice as strong, he would still be consumed to death by the steady stream of ice butterflies.

This is the world of ice and snow, and there is no room for other forces to survive.

Her body staggered, and Jorah's wings broke off one after another. Her huge body fell from the air and slammed into the emerald green lake.

Shaking her head and recovering from the dizziness, Jorah just wanted to flap her wings and fly high, but the broken wings affected her flying angle.

Just when she thought she was about to fall into the lake, a loud noise came from below her, and Jorah felt herself being held back by a powerful force.

The falling figure shook slightly.

"Come on, let's get out of here."

"it's over?"

Jorah asked back.

"If you don't leave, you will be beaten to death by them!"

Roger's voice was heavy.

"Damn it! Do you know what you're doing?" Jorah growled coldly.

"I know my own situation. I only have one chance. If you fail this time, it may take a long, long time before you can condense enough life essence to enter the fifth level!"

"The current situation will not give us such a long time!"

"Many people will die by then, including you and me!"

"It's over, it's over!"

Roger interrupted Jorah, and it seemed that only a short period of time passed in his consciousness, but Jorah from the outside world suffered countless attacks.

The hunter's hut is like a greedy black hole, absorbing the essence of life crazily. If time permits, Roger guesses that the hunter's hut may really absorb all the essence of life.

But he knew that if he kept procrastinating, Jorah would be turned into ice crystals, or killed outright, before the lake was drained.

Although there was a reason for the incident at the beginning, it was indeed because of the planning of Jorah and others that Amanda's soul was transferred to Elode.

But then there were many misunderstandings between the two parties. What Jorah did made it impossible for Roger to watch her die in front of his eyes.

Although the two sides are just using each other, Roger also has his own bottom line.

"Already done?"

After listening to Roger's words, Jorah seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then her body shrank and returned to human form.

There was ice-cold in the palm, and Jorah's body was terribly cold. Roger grabbed it casually, and the opponent's arm was as hard as steel.

"Don't always laugh at me, you're hard now." Roger joked, but Jorah was in no mood to reply him at this time.

The green radiance flowed, and the injuries on his body recovered at an extremely fast speed, but the degree of ice crystallization on his body gradually intensified.

At this time, Roger jumped out of the water, and the surrounding ice butterflies frantically rushed towards him, crushing a large piece of ice butterflies, flying snow filled the air in the distance, and more ice butterflies regenerated.

"Their target is me. You said if I throw you out, will it be easier for both of us?"

Roger chuckled.

Without the familiar roar, Jorah closed her eyes tightly, and the expression on her face gradually froze. At the same time, the surrounding ice and snow spread and sealed her whole body inside.

His heart sank slightly. According to Roger's induction, Jorah's vitality was shrinking rapidly, and the burning flame in his chest was only an insignificant small ball.

It was her emotion, and it was her will.

In comparison, after absorbing part of the lake water, even though his body has not changed in any way, Roger seems to no longer be suppressed by the rules of the entire ice and snow world.

The restraint disappeared, and with a thought, he hugged Jorah's body and ran forward frantically.

At the same time, behind Roger, the slightly thin shadow suddenly became thicker, and in the next second, a dark figure separated from Roger.

The same outline, and an exceptionally ferocious black moon!

The sun and the moon are dark.

In an instant, the entire sky was shrouded in darkness. In this snow-filled world, it seemed that for the first time there was a division between day and night.

In just an instant, the extreme darkness disappeared, but all the flowers in front of Roger were wiped out!

There are mottled marks on the smooth ground, and countless fine and tragic cracks spread to the distance, Roger suddenly speeded up.

The pitch-black figure opened up a straight path in front of him.

Jorah fell into a coma, and Roger had no reason to hide his strength. He quickly turned over the mountain and came to the forest in front of the crack.

Jorah's situation was very dangerous, and Roger naturally couldn't delay any longer, so he chose the most violent way forward.

Countless ice trees were chopped off, and green liquid was sprayed from the cuts. Suddenly, the whole space trembled. Under the smooth ground, it seemed that a huge shadow was constantly approaching.

"What is this?!"

Roger didn't dare to stop, and ran wildly. He didn't even have the thought of looking back, and rushed into the crevice of the canyon under strong pressure.

Walking forward in the dark for a long time, he still felt that he still hadn't shaken off that terrible sense of oppression.

Leaving was much smoother than entering, with shadows on the side to take care of him, Roger just kept his head down and moved forward. I don't know how long it took, and the distance was bright, and then he saw the familiar snow-capped mountains and snow.

"call……"

He let out a sigh of relief, but Roger didn't continue to stay here.

He continued to run forward for a certain distance, just as Jorah described, it took only about one-tenth of the time he came, and he left the repeated mountain range and came to a certain place before the two set off .

Very strange to this world, but Roger can only try to discern the direction.

Things are looking bad for Jorah, and he must bring her back to the Secret Valley as soon as possible.

"Ahem... put me down!"

There was a slight cough from behind.

"Are you awake?" Roger was overjoyed, and after leaving the canyon, he had already withdrawn the shadow.

At this moment, Jorah's condition looked very bad, her body was covered with a foot-thick layer of ice crystals, which made her look like she didn't have any breath of life at all.

Even now, what he heard was not Jorah's voice, but the thoughts transmitted by the other party through spirit.

"How are you doing?"

"Guide the direction for me, and I will take you back to the valley."

"No, we can't go there yet."

Jorah replied.

"That terrifying power is still there, I must get rid of the coldness in my body as soon as possible, otherwise it is very likely to permanently reduce my power."

"Take me south, to the hottest place, I need a little help from the world!"

Jorah urged.

After getting the location provided, Roger took Jorah with him and continued to set off.

Ural volcano.

This is the most famous volcanic group in the south of Elrod. In fact, the power of magma cannot expel the coldness in Jorah's body, but what she needs now is not the natural flame, but the surrounding environment.

implicit rules.

Even in this kind of place, the frost on Jorah's body didn't show any sign of melting. When he came to the area where the flames were densest, Roger jumped into the crater with Jorah in his arms.

He opened a path and came to a world completely surrounded by lava.

"Very good, here it is!"

Jorah responded.

Roger couldn't help, so he could only wait silently. As time passed, he noticed that the ice crystals on the surface of Jorah's body gradually melted.

But before he could be happy, those disappeared ice crystals grew again, and the thicker the ice crystals, the weaker Jorah's breath became.

"This is not ordinary cold, it's just like your flame, the cold is just its appearance!" Roger said with a frown.

"Yes, indeed."

"I need emotional strength." Jorah responded, and he closed his eyes after speaking. Slowly, a faint anger appeared on her face, as if thinking of an angry past.

The veins on Jorah's forehead popped.

With the rising anger, the flame in the chest became more lively.

"So it is!"

Although Roger really wanted to slap Jorah to increase his anger, but after hesitating, he still felt that such help was limited.

At this time, the frost on Jorah's body surface completely melted, forming a large wet space around him, and even the lava near the two of them was completely frozen.

The pervasive water vapor wet Jorah's body, and the robe was tightly attached to his body, outlining the most realistic curves.

It is said that although they are twins, some acquired habits still make the two of them very different. Roger silently looked away.

We are pure comrades-in-arms, companions!

In these respects, Roger feels that he still has a bottom line.

The next second, Jorah opened his eyes abruptly.

"How about it?"

"Are you feeling better..." Before Roger could finish speaking, Jorah suddenly made a move and lightly tapped on Roger's chest!

"what are you doing?!"

Roger was startled, and subconsciously backed away, but then a surging flame shot up from his chest, and the flame split into two.

One went straight to the brain, almost drying out his reason, and the other went straight to the lower abdomen, awakening the most primitive instinct of the body.

Roger knew very well that it was Jorah's emotional fire burning inside him at this moment.

This emotion is called desire.

"What... are you going to do?"

A piece of pure white filled Roger's field of vision.

"Why do you always force me to..."