The Divine Hunter

"Kacha—" After the crisp glass shattered, a cloud of smoke mixed with fine black sand filled the air, engulfing the two ladies in the forest who were closest to the witcher.

Whispering Po and Cook Po.

The two screamed in horror and tried to escape as crows, but their bodies flickered erratically, and a cyan arc appeared on the fat "zizi" - the anti-magic metal bomb caused a short-lived magic power Void, blocking their spells.

Madam in the forest saw that something was wrong, so she pulled away and quickly retreated. The boy Carl ran away in the opposite direction, while the five witchers chased away. They were more agile and moved faster. Surrounded by the fat cooking woman.

The next moment, under the bright sunshine, five vigorous figures surrounded a bloated mountain of meat, and the old witch was enveloped by the cold light of the blade and the flash of magic power in the sound of the air tearing.

Like a tumbler, she was pinched by the blades in different directions, front, back, left, and right, and her body fell into endless rigidity.

In just a few seconds, he was hit by at least twenty swords, and if it was replaced by an ordinary ghost, even a high-level vampire would be poked into a hedgehog and suffered heavy losses.

The degree of thick meat that can be boiled is beyond the witcher's imagination.

The inconspicuous gray fabric she wore and the mask like a fish basket covering her head had even more defense than the steel armor, firmly protecting the vital points around her.

Secondly, her fat flesh covered with lesions and stains and overlapping folds is also a natural protective layer.

The silver sword stabbed these pieces of meat like a wooden stick pulling a tough cowhide water bag, and the liquid fat in it swayed, and the power on the sword was discharged to the side.

Under the double action, the witcher's silver sword also lost its sharpness, leaving only shallow wounds on her body, breaking a layer of skin.

The wound did not bleed, but a pale and transparent liquid oozes out, as if the stabbing was not a living corpse, but a walking corpse.

Fortunately, the residual oil on the silver sword still had a good effect.

If there is a little more time, the three witches will become two witches.

The sisters who can cook the mother-in-law disagree.

Zhipo, who had been hiding behind, recited the incantation, and as her hunched claw pointed to the void, a thread flew out of her blood-stained sleeve, and it grew long in the wind, changing from the thickness of the hair to a hair in an instant. a thick rope,

Cruising through the air, scrolling towards the witcher.

Roy only felt a gust of wind blowing from the back of his head, turned around lightly on his toes, turned the blade, slashed diagonally from front to back, and cut the rope into two sections.

But the rope was like an eel that had been chopped into two sections, and it jumped around, harassing the witchers on both sides.

The witcher's attack rhythm has been disrupted.

The cooking woman had a short respite, and suddenly, a pair of rough feet more than fifty yards slammed, and while the witcher was stunned, the huge bloated body jumped high, and then the meteor fell to the ground!

"boom!"

The ground shook violently, and the dust swept up into a circle of mushroom clouds, and a strong airflow erupted with the cooking woman as the center, pushing the witcher away abruptly.

The cooking woman took the opportunity to rush out of the anti-magic metal fog and escaped to the two sisters, panting heavily on her knees.

"You are seeking your own death!" The cooking woman touched a ferocious wound in her abdomen, bowed her waist, spread her arms like a vulture flapping its wings, and roared angrily.

"Cunning witcher! Only when you become a bone in a coffin can you know how to be honest!" Zhipo stretched out her hand again, there was a bang in the air, and a flash of yellow light disappeared in the blink of an eye - another behemoth appeared out of nowhere, blocking the between the witcher and the three witches.

"Great masters..." The black and red figure caressed his huge belly with one hand and rubbed his stubby horns with the other, bowed reluctantly to Mrs. Forest, and then stared coldly at the demon hunter with a pair of bull's eyes. Man, "Forgarth will wash away the shame and crush these robbers—"

Before the long final sound could fall, an arrow hit its chest, and a blood flower exploded. Forgarth trembled,

"Whoosh—" Another arrow was shot into its eyes, but it was blocked by a pair of rough, strong arms like tree trunks.

"Witcher, I'm going to turn you into a medium-rare barbecue and eat it one bite at a time!"

"Come on, snooze stupid pig!" Roy bit a bottle of swallow potion, with green veins like earthworms appearing on his face, and then hooked his hand and mocked, "I will fulfill your wish today and make you forever Go to sleep!"

"To shut up!"

In an instant, the demon Fogarth turned into a small bunker, and charged aggressively at Roy, who was standing with a crossbow, and the latter ran without discipline.

The remaining four witchers quietly divided their goals——

Brother Serret greeted the Boiler, Phryus singled out the Whisperer, and Leto pointed at the Weaver who was casting a spell!

The cold light refracted by the blade, the shock wave of the air, and the chanting of spells were intertwined on the plain in an instant.

…

"Ta, ta, ta..." The ground trembled with every step Fogarth took.

It's a pity that this large-tonnage demon was dragged back by two stubby lower limbs, and its movement speed was a little faster than that of ordinary people, far less than that of an agile and extraordinary witcher.

Roy ran wildly in front of it, as vigorous as a cheetah on the grassland.

"Grumbling..."

He deliberately controlled the speed, and the distance from Fogarth became shorter and shorter, as if within reach, and he successfully led it out of the center of the battle.

As he moved, he drank the potion, swallowed and thundered, and black blood vessels appeared on the young face.

Then at a certain moment, when Roy felt the heat and the stench from the back of his head, he slammed forward and rolled to the ground to release his inertia, then bent his knees and squatted. taut-

With a backflip, the witcher gracefully passed over Forgath's massive body and landed firmly on top of its head.

"Hey, what about people?"

The "big man"'s response was quite slow. After losing the witcher's figure for a while, he just shook his head from side to side, caressing his huge belly, and his expression was astonished.

Wake up now!

"Shocked!"

Countless tentacles in the void entangled its body.

The witcher's golden pupils turned blood red, and while shaking his wrists, he pulled out the sword of the Lake Lady from behind, and then held the hilt upright with both hands, and the tip of the sword penetrated into Fogarth's head.

The devil's skull was extremely hard, as sharp as Arundette's scalp, and it slid down into the flesh of its neck.

A ferocious gap was pulled out, and the brown blood was like a spring—

Immediately, Fogarth wailed and frantically shook his neck, throwing the witcher off his body.

The latter hunched over like a cat in mid-air, stretched out his limbs, and relaxed his body—they landed silently, and the witcher took another quick stride, and Arundette pointed directly at Vogas' waist.

The moment the blade reached his body, the other hand of Forgas, clutching his neck, blocked the attack like a shield, and the huge force that bounced back made the witcher's mouth go numb.

Then, without any spell or casting action, a dazzling fire suddenly lit up in Fogas' palm, hotter than the sun in the sky, and bigger and bigger in the eyes of the witcher!

"Damn!"

Between the lightning and flint, Roy hurriedly flashed to the side less than a meter away, and the astonishing heat and strong wind slid past his right temple.

He stretched out his hand and couldn't help taking a breath of cold air. His palms were full of shed hair that had been burned to charcoal, and the skin on his temples was scalded. became bald.

"Hurry up, witcher, once the heat is over, the taste will not be so crisp and juicy!" Fogarth grinned and covered the gap in his neck, grinning, and threw a fireball at the witcher.

"as you wish!"

Roy jumped in shape and managed to save the other half of his hair, then changed his tactics and started to circle around Fogarth quickly, attacking the lower limbs of the demon with the tip of his sword.

It looks like a nimble mouse provokes a fat orange cat.

The demon's reaction speed was several beats slower than that of the witcher. After clumsily turning a half circle, he still couldn't catch the witcher's figure, and instead there were a few bloody openings on his ankle.

It simply stood still, its round body jumped high, and it landed with a strong shock wave of air, which shook the witcher staggering and lost his balance again. Immediately, he opened his bloody mouth again, spewing out an orange-red conical flame.

Roy couldn't dodge, and was licked over the back of his left hand by the tongue of fire. The burnt aroma of flesh and blood filled the air. A row of ugly redness and blisters appeared on the back of his hand.

But he also seized a flaw. During the process of breathing flames, Forgas' body could not move at all, and he was simply a living target.

Roy endured the burning pain, and his five fingers outlined a pale cyan inverted triangle Axif Seal, which was reflected in Fogas' pupils.

"Swish--" The sword light flickered, and the dark sword of the lake girl shot out three times in an instant. The first sword slashed Fogarth's red eyes from left to right, blinding its eyes.

The second sword cut a thin, deep wound in its neck, and blood splattered all over the witcher's face.

The third sword, slashing with all his strength, cut open the demon's belly, revealing the steaming internal organs.

After the three swords, Roy's strength was exhausted, and Fogarth, who got rid of the effect of the seal, punched him in the liver in a rage, the yellow light shattered, and the witcher was knocked away like a rag doll.

The devil still wanted to chase, crushing the enemy into minced meat before the blood flowed, but unfortunately there was only darkness left in his eyes, and his eyes were blind. He didn't have the excellent sense of smell of a hound, or the keen hearing of a bat, so he couldn't find the witcher at all. Location.

Moreover, it felt that the heat in the body began to lose rapidly, and it absorbed all the strength along the way, and an unprecedented panic emerged from its heart.

"Impossible! The great Mr. Fergarth will never be knocked down by a weak ant!" it growled frantically, rolling its bloody eyes from side to side, covering the gap in his neck with one big hand and the other with the other. Intestines flowing out of the belly.

"Insidious witcher...hu..." A heavy gasp came from its throat, "...hu...get out!"

"Coward, filthy rat! Come on, keep fighting!" It became more and more staggered, staggering, trembling three times with one step, leaving a path of blood and smoke under its feet.

However, the wounds all over the body are slowly hemostasis and healing!

Roy held down the hilt of the Sword of the Lake Girl, struggled to prop up his body from the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"activation!"

Coolness swept over the burns on his body wantonly, and the life and magic power that entered the red line increased a bit.

He restrained his breathing, put his fingers together, and grabbed the crossbow.

"Whoosh—" The arrow whistled, the dark red blade pierced out of the void, following the witcher's dashing body and stretched arms penetrating its throat.

The blood splashed and a strong smell of sulphur was emitted, burning the ground with blue smoke.

Roy rolled short on the ground, avoiding the big man's swirling arms.

Go around behind it.

Bend your knees and squat, outline with five fingers, and push forward.

"boom--"

The air burst, and the Alder seal was in the middle of the broad, mountain-like back.

Unprepared, the demon lost his balance in an instant, staggered forward with a "pop" sound, the ground shook violently, dust flew up, and the bloated body fell head-on.

The astonishing weight and huge inertia caused Arrondette on his throat to cut off his cervical vertebra.

It tilted its head, twitched its hands and feet, and was paralyzed to the ground!

And the witcher, with ten toes on the ground, suddenly jumped up like a big cat of prey!

"Shh-"

Under the sun, a dazzling cold light flashed across the sky, and Guvihir was as fast as lightning, slashing from top to bottom along with the witcher's plummeting body!

"Kill Forgasvin, experience +200! The witcher's skull rolls away, and the body haunted by sulfur is dead!