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

No, this is too slow.

Dick withdrew his weapon, took a few deep breaths, and when he could use the next seal, he pushed his right hand forward, and a large fire suddenly spurted out.

This time the totem is dry wood that burns instantly when it meets the fire.

Nearly ten seconds later, the deer-headed totem completely turned into ashes.

After Dick put out the remaining fire nearby to ensure that it would not cause a forest fire, he prepared to go find Russell.

As soon as he turned around, he heard a rough hissing sound coming from the tree in front of him. He looked up and saw several crows staring at him with dark eyes.

At this time, it was too late to reload the crossbow, but I saw those crows fluttering their wings, flying high into the sky, and then flying towards a certain location in the black forest.

Dick suddenly realized:

It seems that they are descendants of the deer-headed spirit, and they should inform their master. These crows were so well hidden just now that I didn't even notice them, but it doesn't matter.

Dick stepped up his pace to find Russell. There was no need to hide anymore at this time.

A moment later, on the other side of the black forest.

Dick just arrived here, but looking at Russell in front of him who was already shaking the blood on his sword, he patted his forehead helplessly.

"Dick, I've been waiting for you for a long time. It was really boring, so I got rid of all these white wolves, and even burned the deer-headed spirit totem. You won't blame me, right?"

Dick looked at the six white wolves lying on the field, and his heart was bleeding. He had nearly 20 energy points and was squandered by Russell.

"I said Russell, can you wait for me to come next time and we can deal with it together?" Dick said sadly.

"Dick, you are so strange. Are you not happy if I help you kill these beasts?"

"It's not that I'm unhappy," Dick said at a loss for words. He couldn't say that I needed killing to improve myself.

An idea flashed in his mind, "Anyway, you have to let me have more experience. You see, I am only 20 years old and you are over 40 years old. How can I compare to your experience?"

“If I don’t step up my training, I might be killed by a monster one day.

"You know, there are no witchers who die, there are only witchers who die in battle.

"I really want to live longer so we can have more drinks together."

"What you said makes sense. I was reckless this time." Russell once again rubbed the only wisp of beard on his chin with his fingers.

Seeing that Russell was about to be deceived, Dick smiled happily:

"Now that this place has been dealt with, let's quickly find the last totem."

The crows in the nearby trees had already fluttered away without hesitation while the two were talking, and the direction was still the place where the crows finally flew before Dick.

"These crows are going to inform their master again. We have to hurry up, but I'm curious. Why has the deer-headed spirit already known about our arrival, but it hasn't appeared yet?" Dick asked as he walked.

"The Deer-headed Demon is a high-level monster and already has wisdom." Russell explained, "If only one demon hunter came this time, it would probably have attacked long ago, but the two of us demon hunters together, It can only defend its territory.

"Next, Dick, you have to listen to me. As a veteran witcher, we can't be separated now."

"Okay, I understand."

In less than half an hour, the two of them searched almost all of the Black Forest except for the center, but could not find the third totem.

Dick stopped and looked confused: "Russell, is it possible that the third totem is personally guarded by the deer-headed spirit?"

"You are so smart, Dick, why didn't I think of that?" Russell teased, and then explained, "Actually, I have already guessed this possibility, but I just want to see when you can figure it out. Now let's go quickly. Find the deer-headed spirit and kill it, then you can go back and rest.”

After speaking, Russell walked directly towards the center of the black forest.

Dick rolled his eyes angrily, and of course followed Russell's lead.

As he walked toward the center, Dick found that the trees were growing taller and taller, and the surrounding temperature was slowly rising.

After walking for a while, there was no feeling of winter at all. Even the snow disappeared, revealing soft and moist soil.

And the two finally saw the overlord of this dark forest - the deer-headed spirit.

In the open space ahead, a big tree blocks out the sky and the sun. It seems to be twenty meters high.

There was a figure standing below, about 3 meters tall, with a green body that seemed to be made of tree trunks. Its head was thin and resembled the head of a deer. It was wrapped in a simple rag and was looking towards Dick and the other two.

A gust of wind blew by, making the branches and leaves of the big tree behind the deer-headed spirit buzz, and then a hoarse sound of "croak" came from the tree.

Large swarms of crows fluttered their wings from the lush branches and leaves, blocking all the light in the clear sky, just like the dark clouds before a rainstorm.

The two demon hunters didn't waste any time and drew out their silver swords from behind, getting ready for battle.

Dick's eyes roamed around, and then he said: "Russell, I didn't find the last totem."

"You must learn to adapt to circumstances. Kill the deer-headed spirit first, and then look for it slowly while it is resurrected."

"good."

Several huge white wolves with bared teeth and salivation appeared in the green leaves and grass to the left and right of the deer-headed spirit. There were more than twenty of them.

The deer-headed spirit waved its withered arm, and the white wolves roared and charged towards the two demon hunters.

"Russell, the deer-headed spirit is very powerful. It's up to you to deal with it. I'll help you after I deal with the white wolf."

"good."

Russell agreed without asking any more questions. He had already taken out a bottle of [Remnant] sword oil and smeared it roughly on the sword. Then he shouted and ran towards the deer-headed spirit.

Dick had his own ideas when he said this:

The deer-headed spirit was strong and difficult to kill in a short time. If Russell took action against the weak white wolf, his energy points would be gone.

Seeing that several long-haired beasts came out from the side, Dick shot two crossbows directly, shooting into the eyes of the two white wolves.

Without looking at the fallen beast, he threw the short crossbow forward and hit the chin of the third white wolf hard, making the latter whimper.

Then he also charged with a sword, targeting the wolf pack.

Russell in front was agile and dodged several attacks from the white wolf.

He was not tall and looked thin, but he took a big step of three or four meters and quickly approached the deer-headed spirit.

The latter slapped the ground with his claws, and with the sound of cracking soil, large branches and leaves like giant pythons emerged from the ground and whipped Russell quickly.

Russell used his legs to fly into the air, and made a difficult posture like a balance beam athlete in the air, while protecting himself with a long sword, completely dodging and resisting the attack of these branches and leaves.

When he landed, he was unscathed. After taking a deep breath, he raised his sword again and rushed towards the deer-headed spirit.

Seeing that Russell was getting closer and closer to the deer-headed spirit, the latter raised his head and neighed, which was the same as the cry of a deer. Then a large number of crows in the sky gathered together and swooped down towards Russell in a cone.

At first, Dick was distracted by the battle on Russell's side, but after a while, he saw that the deer-headed spirit and Russell could not do anything to each other, and it seemed that they could hold on for a long time, so he put his mind at ease and concentrated on dealing with the wolves in front of him.