Demon Hunter and His Hut

"pity……"

Henryk's voice changed.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this, when your strength is reached in the future, you will naturally understand how difficult it is to be promoted to extraordinary."

"Especially ordinary people like us."

When he mentioned the word "ordinary person", a trace of unwillingness flashed in Henrik's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by the usual frivolity.

"Especially when you're taking the traditional route."

He continued.

"The days of the old hunters are over."

The silver-white pistol turned at the fingertips.

"This is the age of technology!"

Roger was silent.

Although he and Hunnam had a good fight just now, if it was really replaced by Henrik, it would probably only be a matter of one or two shots.

In comparison, cold weapons do not have any advantages.

However, Roger is not worried about this. With a hunter's hut, as long as he goes through the grass trials step by step, he will definitely be promoted to extraordinary.

After that, there are two other trials, plus the witcher's seal and mutants, etc. Roger believes that as long as he gives himself enough time, he will definitely grow up quickly.

Of course, the mystery displayed in this world also made Roger secretly vigilant. After all, the game is not reality, and a lot of knowledge cannot be completely copied.

He didn't get agitated by the hunter's hut, calm and patient, a must for a good hunter.

After being busy for two days, the two of them hardly had much rest. Now that the task is over, their spirits naturally relax.

And just as Roger and Henrik were discussing where to rest, Amanda, who was far away in the depths of the swamp, felt like she had opened the door to a new world.

…………

"Start the sacrificial ceremony!"

As soon as the middle-aged woman's voice fell, the entire area immediately became solemn and solemn.

Next to it, two women brought a doe with no variegated body.

Everyone around started chanting in unison, the syllables were short, fast and hastily, Amanda couldn't hear any of the words at all, obviously it was a language she didn't understand.

The doe came to Betty, and it lowered its head and licked between Betty's neck affectionately.

The people who were chanting around pulled up their hands, and their bodies trembled with the fast scales. The strange thing was that their movements were wild, but the expressions on their faces were like stone sculptures.

At this moment, a palm stuck out, the sharp bone blade cut through the neck of the doe, and warm blood spurted out, pouring Betty's face head on.

Betty held her head up, letting the blood fall from the top of her head and seep into her body. She opened her eyes desperately, looking at a tear from the corner of the docile animal's eye.

Seeing this scene, Amanda in the distance even forgot to shout, she covered her mouth tightly, the air was filled with a disgusting bloody smell, her stomach was tumbling, she almost vomited out on the spot!

"What kind of ceremony is this!"

Amanda has long heard that most of the black people living in the swamp town can find the inheritance of the tribal era by tracing the source, but she never thought that in modern society, someone would actually hold such a strange and cruel act. ceremony!

thump!

The carcass of the doe fell to the ground,

Something seems to have penetrated into Betty's body.

"Loyal believer!"

The middle-aged woman's voice sounded.

"The gods listen to your prayers!"

"Now!"

The woman's voice became high.

"Choose and sacrifice your body, and devout faith will give you access to the transcendent door."

She supported the blood-soaked bone blade, knelt down on her knees, and handed the weapon over her head to Betty.

It was only then that Amanda noticed that although the woman's eyes were bright, they seemed to be covered with a membrane.

This woman is blind!

His eyes swept over quickly, and the bodies of several women in tribal costumes who were kneeling beside the woman also showed varying degrees of disability.

"How is this going"

"these people……"

At this time, Betty took the bone blade from the woman's hand with both hands.

"You only have one chance to choose!"

I don't know when, the chanting of the surrounding crowd gradually subsided, and everyone held hands in a circle, staring at Betty calmly and indifferently.

"Sacrifice!"

"Sacrifice!"

"Sacrifice!!"

From Amanda's point of view, she could only see half of Betty's face, the familiar black girl's face was no longer as lively as she used to be, she bit her lip.

Let the blood flow into your mouth.

Holding the dagger in her hand upside down, Betty raised her head, a look of firmness and grimness flashed across her face!

"I choose……"

"Sacrifice my womb!!"

As soon as the words fell, her hands clenching the weapon suddenly fell, and the bone blade in her hand stabbed into her lower abdomen!

"Ho..."

Betty gritted her teeth, and even a smile appeared on her lips.

"Great god, please accept my sacrifice and give me a gift!"

The weapon in his hand was drawn, and at that moment, along with the gushing blood, Amanda felt that something important left Betty's body along with the blood.

She desperately covered her mouth, her body was terribly stiff, and this cruel and bloody scene made her completely lose control of her body.

Betty knelt down on the ground, blood pouring out of her lower abdomen, and it soon merged into a pool on the ground.

Her face became paler and paler, but her eyes were terrifyingly bright.

Suddenly, Betty's body stood up uncontrollably, a white light appeared out of thin air, and the light poured into Betty's wound from the void.

Under the influence of unknown energy, her whole body slowly floated up, and her hair was full of wind without wind.

A strange symbol on her forehead flashed away, and Betty's eyes became indifferent. She looked around, her eyes paused for a moment, and then passed quickly.

"Mother, I succeeded!"

Betty said softly.

"my child."

The middle-aged woman wept with joy, "We may have witnessed the birth of a witch."

"A real witch!"

Amanda was still confused until she returned to her room.

The scene in which Betty stabbed the dagger kept replaying in his mind.

At the same time, in a room full of strange runes, Betty and the middle-aged woman stood up from a pitch-black statue.

"It's been too many years since there has been a true witch-qualified descendant in the tribe."

"Voodoo has never been recognized by traditional witches, and now...our chance has come!"

The woman stroked Betty's hair.

"Good boy, you didn't disappoint us."

"A new era is coming."

"It is said that the Three Holy Spirits found the true Son somewhere on the south coast."

"Son"

"Yes." The middle-aged woman nodded.

"Some people say that it is a natural creature born from the ocean, and some people say that it is a real high-ranking person from another world."

"But either way, this is our chance."

"Go back to Bay Town, there will be an opportunity!"

"in addition……"

The middle-aged woman changed the conversation.

"Have you figured out that white girl?"