Hunter: Tonight, Germain joins the hunt

Germain had quite a lot of novel experiences along the way.

The compound-eyed insect, which was so huge that it couldn't be compared to several airships put together, buzzed overhead.

Black dots as small as fireflies flitted around the feet, occasionally lighting up a small flame.

Plants that looked similar but were twisted and strange stretched out toward him with thorny vines, skinny branches, plump fruits, and strange pollen.

Following the north indicated by the compass, and adhering to the principle of "no stopping at will, no touching at will", German kept moving forward.

After climbing up a small slope, he finally left the wilderness.

A brown-yellow reed field appeared in the open land in front of me, stretching from left to right, with no end in sight.

These reeds grow as tall as trees in the human world, and the place where they take root is a piece of gray mud.

Germain glanced at the pocket watch he had brought specially.

The pocket watch showed that he had been gone for half an hour.

So, he decided to rest temporarily in front of the reed field and took out compressed biscuits and water bottles.

After taking a sip of water, German opened the memo on his cell phone, which had no signal at all, and recorded it in concise and concise words.

"Human world time, at 1 a.m. on January 14th, we traveled due north from the dry valley. Half an hour later, we took a short rest in the muddy land. What we saw and heard were..."

As his fingers clicked the keyboard quickly and rhythmically, he suddenly noticed a strange breath approaching quickly.

Turning around, Germain met a crow's eyes.

This crow is about the same size as the crows in the human world, and its feathers are also black and shiny.

However, it has several scarlet eyeballs, located on its head, abdomen, wings and back.

At this moment, all these eyeballs were moving like crazy, staring in different directions.

His eyes were dull, but even more weird.

It stretched out its short and pointed beak, pecked the backpack Germain put aside, and then retracted.

Then, it tilted its head and looked at Germain for a few times, and then pecked the backpack.

Want my backpack?

Germain reached out vigilantly, took back the backpack, stood up again, took a few steps back, and stared at the crow.

Several eyes of the multi-eyed crow blinked together, then suddenly opened its beak and let out a weird cry.

The reed field, which was originally as calm as a lake and as high as the trees, responded within two seconds of the ripples caused by the strange screams.

The sound of fluttering and fluttering wings came from deep in the reed field.

A large group of black shadows surged into the air and flew over, like locusts crossing the border or billowing dark clouds.

Dozens of many-eyed crows either alighted on the tips of the reeds or hovered above Germain's head.

As a result, hundreds of scarlet eyeballs were staring at him.

Germain immediately found himself surrounded by a flock of many-eyed crows.

This is trouble.

They screamed for a while, the noise was deafening.

The mixed group of crows suddenly launched a dense offensive.

They came over overwhelmingly, like a big black net falling from the sky.

When this crow's net falls on a beast, it can eat up all the flesh in less than three minutes.

White bones with only scraps of flesh left behind will be dragged by crows into the bottomless mud.

These bones and scraps of flesh will make this muddy land more fertile, the reeds will become taller, and they will continue to exist as the natural nest of the many-eyed crows.

Germain didn't want to end up like this.

The moment the crows circled down, Germain had a bronze flamethrower in his hand.

call--

Flames were like snakes, spitting out from the small nozzle of the injector, engulfing and igniting the "dark clouds" surrounding him.

In an instant, the "dark clouds" turned into gorgeous "fire clouds".

"Ahhhh——"

The crows screamed sadly, and the whistling sound of burning sounded like a terrifying score.

Most of the crows fell like small fireballs in an instant.

The remaining people also screamed and jumped into the sky, piercing the sky and fleeing far into the depths of the reed forest.

In this way, it is solved, right?

Germain stopped the flamethrower.

He didn't dare to use it more. Every time he used it, it was like burning the gas accumulated in his body as diesel or gasoline, which was very expensive.

Germain moved his toes again and kicked the smoky, blackened mass of flesh beside his feet that was no longer moving.

He looked over and over, and all those scary eyeballs were closed.

I heard that crow meat is sour and hard to eat, but I don’t know if that’s true.

Germain had no intention of trying it himself.

He didn't want to stay here for a long time. After taking a look at the muddy land and the reed forest, he wanted to leave.

Suddenly, the area near the reed field suddenly became quiet.

You can't hear the strange cries of crows or the unknown chirping of insects, as if this place has become a barren land in an instant.

There was a distant whistling sound from the hinterland of the reed forest, which pushed the tall reed roots to both sides, revealing a muddy path.

Countless skulls, skeletons, and finger bones gradually floated up in the gray mud, like beasts crawling here, staring at German with empty eyes.

Something is coming.

Germain had a premonition.

Then, it appeared deep in the reed forest.

This is a tall and burly demi-human, covered with dark wings, its face is hidden in the shadow of chaos, only the corner of its sharp beak is vaguely exposed.

Click.

It walked upright, its dark red claws stepping on the many white bones buried here, crushing their fragile bone shells, and then pressing them back into the endless abyss-like mud.

Scarlet eyes opened on its head, neck, and abdomen!

Since most of its body is pitch black, it is almost like eyeballs peering into the outside world from dark cracks.

The Lord of Crows walked slowly towards Germain, walked out of the mud, and looked down at Germain.

Germain noticed that among the densely packed eyes on its body, one closed its eyelids silently, which was particularly conspicuous.

After a while, his left arm felt itchy and squirming.

Feeling an ominous premonition, he opened his sleeves and saw a small bump bulging on his elbow.

A moist slit opened there, and an eyeball popped out, turned left and right twice, and stared straight at Germain.

"Stress +5"

Germain ignored the text reminder that the "Hunter Badge" materialized, and also ignored the extra eyeball on his left arm.

He picked up the bronze flamethrower and blew out orange flames towards the Lord of Crows.

Generally speaking, if there are many hairs, the fire will be weak, and this is also true for the storm ripple moths and crows.

However, the Lord of Crows' wings are as thick as a shield and can also block fire. When raised, they blocked the flames.

When it waved its wings, the flames made a dull popping sound and bounced back to Germain's eyes.

Germain retreated in time to avoid the backlash of the flames.

Due to the energy consumption and poor effect, Germain removed the flamethrower and replaced it with the more familiar fire blunderbuss and meat saw.

After he put a small ball into the pocket of the hunter's robe, he threw the backpack far away, and then walked a few steps around the tall Lord of Crows, observing carefully.

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