The Divine Hunter

Roy slumped on the ground, gasping for breath, the black blood vessels on his face twisted like a worm, he bared his teeth, and his whole body seemed to fall apart in unbearable pain, especially the liver that was punched by Forgas.

the reality is cruel.

The furious punch of the demon Fogarth directly hit him to 20% of his health, and the words "Severely Injured" appeared in the status bar. If it wasn't for that "activation", he probably wouldn't be able to get up.

"Forgarth may be a retired demon boxer."

The witcher spat out blood again, and his physical condition became extremely bad, as if every cell and every bone was screaming in pain, especially the right side of the chest and abdomen close to the liver, the broken rib was sunken down, Wave after wave of stinging pain spread from the nearby area toward the ends of the fingers and toes, reminding him of the hard days of the grass trials.

Severe pain shrouded, Roy hunched like a boiled prawn, twitching constantly, and in the blink of an eye, he was dripping with cold sweat.

Perhaps it was the extreme pain, and soon, under the dazzling sunlight, the witcher's expression, who was barely supporting his body, became dazed, his pupils faintly dilated, his body was shaky, and a bewitching voice filled his heart.

"Sleep... sleep..."

"I'm so tired... so sleepy..." The witcher started ringing in his ears, and the images in his eyes overlapped, and he would fall into a deep sleep if he was not careful!

He shook his head and muttered vaguely, "No...can't sleep...Lesso, Oakes...need help!"

Roy ruthlessly bit the tip of his tongue. As the salty blood poured into his mouth, he suddenly widened his bloodshot eyes, and regained his energy. Suddenly, a familiar brown head came in front of him. .

"Wilt... Didn't I let you escape, why did you come back?"

The brown horse's sticky, warm tongue licked the witcher's cheek, then bent his neck and fell to his knees.

"Brave and considerate good boy..." Roy struggled to hold its neck and turned on his horse.

The boy Carl was also sitting on the horseback, and behind him sat Golphin Black Cat, all of them looking at him with concern.

"Roy, what's the matter with you?"

"Don't worry... I can't die!" Roy said weakly while lying on the horse's back, and the next second Golphin Black Cat jumped over and licked the witcher's burned right hand.

The cool saliva slightly eased the witcher's pain, and he immediately took out the calendula potion, the energy potion from the space.

I swallowed it all at once, which made me feel a lot more comfortable.

In fact, this time is the most suitable time for a swallow to speed up the healing of the wound. Unfortunately, the witcher has already drank the potions of Thunder and Patrice before. With his current physique, he cannot use the third potion in a short time. Otherwise, Harm is more significant than efficacy.

"Wilt, go over there..." The witcher patted the horse's neck and looked at the staggered figures in the distance, "Find a cover, and don't get too close for the old witch to find out."

On the other side of the battlefield, the battle between the four witchers and the lady in the forest has become fierce——

At some point in her hand, the cooking woman, who had been released from the demon ban, had a huge black metal stirring spoon in her hand. She used the stirring spoon as a heavy weapon such as a two-handed hammer or a battle axe.

Holding the handle of the spoon tightly with both hands, centering on his right foot, he turned his bloated body like a discus thrower.

With huge inertia and strength, the metal spoon over two meters swept across the air like lightning, drawing a graceful elliptical arc.

The air wailed, grass clippings and dust flew, and the ellipse was transformed into a dead zone of destruction.

Just by peeking from a distance, Roy can feel the huge destructive power contained in the series of attacks of the boiled woman, and no one can parry it head-on!

Not to mention flesh and blood, even steel will be shattered.

She fought against two witchers, the Ox brothers, the elite and seasoned hunters of the Snake faction. In their decades of career, the two had hunted pterosaurs, griffins, and countless other giant monsters. .

Cooperate with tacit understanding, have rich experience, and deal with the cooking woman well.

The extraordinary acuity made them dance gracefully on the edge of the "cyclone of death" wielded by the cooking woman, dodging and moving.

Most of the time, they wait patiently, and don't rush ahead.

No matter how strong the attack is, there will be a downturn.

Waving a huge metal spoon is quite an exhausting job, and the cook stops every two to three turns to catch his breath.

The Oaks brothers took the opportunity to attack!

They moved lightly and swiftly, their wrists twitching, and the blades smeared with sword oil and poison danced nimbly.

Like two vipers circling their bodies, they didn't move, they bit the body of the cook at an astonishing speed, injected venom, and then immediately let go and retreated, dodging the slow counterattack of the cook, and then moved around her. Keep attacking.

They were slow and slow, advancing and retreating with evidence, waiting for the venom in the cooking woman to accumulate to a certain point.

The cooking woman had already been covered in bruises, her strength was weakened, her body was cut into tatters by the blade of the sword, revealing disgusting fat, and her helmet like a fish basket had also been ripped open, with a black as black, tumor-like one-eyed inside. .

"Huh...huh..." The cook took two heavy breaths, swung the giant spoon again to sweep the witcher away, and then put a reddish-brown glass jar in her palm.

She bit off the cork and was about to drink all the medicine in the bottle.

Suddenly, a crossbow arrow shot from a distance, penetrated the medicine jar, scattered the medicine all over the place, and leaked a swollen pale eyeball.

"Who dares to ruin my good deeds?!" The cooking woman was furious, but the Ox brothers waving the poisonous snake silver sword and the maggots around the tarsus.

In the distance, Roy, who was lying in the bushes, lowered his crossbow and gasped in pain.

The ability to cook the woman is closely related to her title. She controls a large iron pot in Balder Mountain, and is good at boiling the sacrifices offered by the villagers into soups, especially stewed soups.

The stewed soup medicine she boiled has all kinds of incredible effects, and Roy naturally wouldn't let her succeed.

Without the support of the soup, the cooking woman became the last resort, and became more and more powerless.

The balance of victory quickly tipped in favor of the Oaks brothers.

Not far behind them, the battle between Phrius and the Whisperer was another scene.

Pherius' swordsmanship adhered to the usual precision and ruthlessness of the cat school. The tip of the sword locked on the key points of Whisperer's body and circled around her. The movement was so fast that it left an afterimage in the air. .

Whispering Po is not as rough-skinned and fleshy as Cook Po's, and possesses powerful melee abilities. Her abilities are very strange. Between Flius' shots, her mouth is constantly opening and closing, and she makes some weird, nervous whispers.

The whispering voice was like an invisible clutch, slowly depriving and eroding the witcher's mind.

Then there was an extremely strange situation. Several times, the cold light on Phrius's sword was about to stab the Whisperer and suddenly dissipated. Then he relaxed all over, froze in place like a demon, his eyes were empty, and he fell into deep confusion and confusion. troubled.

The Whisperer trembled, turned into a pool of filthy mud and fled into the ground. After a breath, she appeared on the side of Phrius, and slapped his waist and abdomen viciously.

When the cat sent the witcher to recover from the pain, she fled away.

If it weren't for the protection of the Ensign Seal, Phrius would have been stunned and died.

Rao is so, he is also dripping with blood, he is seriously injured, and his reaction and speed are attenuated.

But Whisperer was not feeling well either. Her arms and calves that were exposed outside the clothes had been shaved off with a thick layer of flesh. Bone was visible deep in the wound, and the red gauze on her face was also cut, revealing that it was crowded into a ball full of The ugly features of chicken skin.

Her fingers began to tremble, and she chanted and whispered less frequently than before.

In terms of the situation, the two are evenly matched, and the outcome is only a matter of thought.

The final battle belongs to Leto and Weaver.

Lesuo's left and right hands are holding the steel sword and silver sword of the Snake School respectively. His face is cold, his bald head is bright, and his muscles are full of vitality, like a human-shaped meat grinder, constantly charging and slashing!

Pieces of colorful tapestries flew in the air, hovering around the witcher like a spinning roulette, blocking his vision and absorbing all his attacks.

I want to wrap him into a cocoon.

As the youngest of the three sisters, Zhipo is neither a glutton for meat nor a collector of small and delicate ears.

She likes to weave tapestries with hair from villagers, including those cut by children during haircutting ceremonies.

She has been weaving tapestries all day long, and the tapestries have been infused with magic and spirituality, obediently defending her against all enemies like her children.

Zhipo was the only one of the three sisters who was not injured.

She had a sinister smile on her face, her hands seemed to be kneading a ball of yarn, while a bed of tapestries flew out of her seemingly endless pockets of clothes.

The explosive power and damage of the tapestry are not comparable to the giant spoon of the boiled woman, and the claws of the whispering woman, but it is more tenacious. The inventory accumulated by the weaving woman for hundreds of years is endless.

She planned to boil the frog in warm water and consume the bald man alive.

The sharp snake swords, the scorching Igni seal, Lesso did everything he could to not slow down the frequency of the tapestry rushing up, and the big net surrounded by the tapestry became tighter and tighter, like a entanglement of prey. of the python.

"Damn!" Lesuo split the tapestry in half with another sword, and sweat was faintly visible on his bald head. The situation was very bad for him. If his physical strength was exhausted, he would become fish on the chopping board and be slaughtered.

However, a sudden mournful wailing attracted the attention of everyone in the battlefield!

Roy in the bushes widened his eyes and smiled at the corners of his mouth—the cook who fought against the Ox brothers had one arm severed alive, and he was still holding the huge metal spoon in his severed hand.

At the moment when she was crying, the two brothers stabbed her in the stomach again, tilted the blade, and pulled out two hideous openings.

The smelly and warm intestines fell to the ground, and the cook fell to the ground on the back. Seeing that he was about to die, it was also due to Roy's unstoppable cold arrow attack.

Seeing that her second sister was seriously injured and dying, the Whisperer instantly screamed like a mad night owl.

The constant strange sound waves swept across the battlefield, and the witcher felt as if a steel knife had been stabbed in his ears and mind.

And Zhipo took the opportunity to manipulate the tapestry to roll up the bloated body of the cook, her face was cloudy and sunny, and finally sighed.

If it is in the territory of Velen, on the land where the three witches are deeply rooted, they still have countless means and cards.

It is a pity that the battlefield has left Willen, and it is no longer a place of magic for them to call wind and rain at will.

"Witcher! I remember you!"

The words of deep hatred rushed into the ears of the five, and the Whispering Po and Zhi Po flickered, turning into a flock of black crows again, rolling up the dying cooking woman and flying into the sky.

"See you next time, you will pay the price!"

After the lingering voices dissipated, only a broken arm and a few scarred witchers were left on the battlefield.