Demon Hunter: I became a god in the demon hunting world

Early the next morning, Dick, Russell, and Raven dined together in the lobby.

After taking a few bites, Dick asked: "I noticed why Musk is not here?"

"He returned to Kel's Castle overnight last night." Raven on the side explained.

"What's so urgent? This old man didn't even call me." Russell asked.

“I don’t know, maybe there are other internal affairs matters in Kelburg.

"Fisher actually said that Master also borrowed a soldier to help him carry some luggage."

Dick responded without thinking any more.

It would be better if Musk left, so as not to have to fight with him again in the past few days.

After the meal, Ruiwen bid farewell to the two of them and returned to her room, saying that she wanted to look up the recipe for the potion bomb and collect the corresponding materials nearby in the next few days.

Of course, Dick would not stop such a good thing. He just said "I wish you good luck with your development" and then walked out of the castle with Russell.

When they opened the castle door, they found five or six people standing outside, the leader of whom was an acquaintance of his.

"Banyang, why are you here? What are you doing?" Dick said, looking at Bunyang and the people around him.

"Master Dick, these are all woodcutters near Odinburg.

"I know you will definitely eradicate the monsters in the black forest today.

"As for us, Master Dick, do you remember the last time we worked together to kill the petrified cockatrice?"

Speaking of 'joint force', Ban Yang proudly puffed up his chest and said, "You want to collect materials from the monster in the future. I'm not waiting for you to kill the monster this time, so I can help carry the monster's body."

Dick only thought for a moment, thinking that there must be a large number of wild wolves around the deer-headed spirit, and then nodded and agreed to Benyan's request.

"By the way, I heard that you have a new wife. You can take away three of the wild wolf corpses I killed as my congratulatory gift."

"Hey, Dick, you are too polite." Bunyan scratched his head in embarrassment, "Ha! How did you know that I married the most beautiful widow in Odinburg?"

"Huh?" Dick's mouth opened slightly. It seems that I didn't ask about your wife's appearance.

"Yeah, I really didn't ask for a wife this time just for beauty. The main reason is that my bastard lacks a mother."

Huh?

Why is this so obvious?

Dick curled his lips and couldn't let Bunyan add to the drama anymore. Seeing the woodcutter around him waiting happily, he waved his hand and shouted: "Let's go now."

So the mighty team headed by two demon hunters headed towards the Black Forest.

On the way, Russell spoke: "Dick, I didn't expect that your relationship with these ordinary people seems to be quite harmonious.

"You were not like this before. At that time, you never said a word to ordinary people."

"People always have to change. Why, isn't my change bad?"

"It's much better. You're not as gloomy as before. I hope you can stay that way."

Dick nodded and thought to himself:

This is my original character, and I will definitely continue to maintain it.

After a while, these seven or eight people arrived at the outskirts of the black forest.

But seeing that a large area of ​​trees in front had been cut down, one could vaguely see the deeper scenes inside.

"No wonder this deer-headed spirit is angry." Dick sighed.

After some discussion, the woodcutter stayed where they were, while the two demon hunters quietly walked into the black forest.

Dick concentrated his energy, turned on his witcher senses, and sensed the unique smell of mammal fur in the biting cold wind ahead.

"In that direction," Dick pointed forward, "there are wild wolves, which should be the subordinates of the deer-headed spirit, and the deer-headed spirit will let its subordinates guard its three totems.

"Well, Russell, the deer-headed spirit hasn't shown up yet. The plan has changed. Why don't you wait for me here while I remove one of the totems."

Russell also responded quietly: "Dick, I sense the smell of wild wolves in the other direction. There should be a totem there as well. Don't you need me to destroy that totem?"

"Wouldn't that save a lot of time?"

"Let's do this, Russell, you go to the other side and wait, and then we'll deal with it together when I come."

"Is it so troublesome?" Russell was surprised.

"Just wait for me."

Russell nodded slightly, murmured something vague, and then walked towards the other side with his waist down.

Dick kept his voice as low as possible, tapped the ground with his toes, and walked another hundred meters quietly like an agile lynx.

Then he stopped somewhere, because through the thick leaves, he saw a tree trunk about three meters long in the center of the open space in front of him. A wooden deer head was carved on the top, and the bottom was piled up with gravel. There are seven or eight white wolves about one meter high patrolling leisurely around.

It was unknown how much milk powder the white wolf had grown up drinking, but it was completely different from the wild wolves Dick had encountered before. All of them had shiny hair and were full of energy.

Two white wolves were playing with each other and rolling in the snow, looking very happy.

A white wolf lying on the hay beside him opened his mouth lazily and yawned.

But its sharp-toothed mouth can no longer be closed.

"Whoosh!"

A crossbow bolt entered from his mouth and shot out from the back of his head, killing the white wolf instantly.

The white wolves playing nearby suddenly became alert. Just as a white wolf was about to turn over to protect its soft belly, there was another "whoosh" sound, and the arrow pierced through its abdomen and nailed it to the ground.

The wailing sound of the white wolf suddenly sounded.

Dick fired two crossbows and immediately rushed towards the remaining five white wolves with a long sword in hand.

The white wolves finally saw the hidden enemy, and they showed their dark red gums and ran towards Dick with their teeth bared.

Dick estimated the distance, and when the white wolves approached, he formed a seal with his right hand, and a mental shock wave sprayed out in a fan shape from the palm of his hand.

In an instant, large cracks appeared on the body of the leading white wolf, and blood spurted out uncontrollably.

The white wolves on the left and right were also knocked to the ground by the strong shock wave.

The next thing became simple, and Dick used the long sword in his hand to free the white wolves in front of him one by one.

He walked to the last white wolf nailed to the ground by the crossbow arrow and swung a sword.

Help these seven white wolves to completely end their suffering.

Feeling the prompt on the panel, Dick smiled. Sure enough, the reward was more abundant than the wild wolves he had encountered before.

Then he walked to the totem and swung the black sword in his hand.

When the sword and the wood intersected, there was a "clang" sound.

Feeling the slight numbness in his hand due to the recoil force, Dick was surprised. It seems that this totem is not simple. Ordinary steel weapons seem to have no effect on it.

He drew out the silver sword and chopped it again. This time, the silver sword seemed to have some damage to the totem, and a large piece of broken wood chips floated down.