The Divine Hunter

, god level demon hunter

"What the hell is this place?" Roy climbed over the rocky hillside and set foot on a rugged and winding path.

He looked far into the distance, at the end of his line of sight, hidden in the mist, there was a huge full moon hanging on the top of the undulating hills, the bright moonlight was clearer than the surface of Vizima Lake, exuding a thrilling beauty, as if as long as he As soon as you stretch out your hand, you can touch the surface of the moon, a circle of gray and black ringed mountains.

"Haha, do you like it? You have to see it!"

"But remember, you have to find the answer before time runs out."

The voice of the mirror master sounded like a tarsal maggot again. He did not know where to hide, admiring the struggle of the witcher.

Roy ignored the joke, the hourglass in the palm of his hand was small and delicate, but the speed of sand passing was not fast, he probably had—

"One hour……"

His heart moved, and he tried to mobilize the loot package again. His past experience had already allowed him to guess the answer. If he could mobilize the sword oil, potion, and drinking water in the space, then the problem would be easily solved.

But this time, the loot package failed to respond to his command, as if sealed tightly by an unknown layer of magic.

Roy then pintoed Gowihir and Arondette respectively, observing the supposedly smooth blade of the sword through the moonlight.

It's a pity that the blade of the sword was plated with a layer of hazy white at some point, like a night pearl, which dazzled his eyes and could not reflect the shadow at all.

"It really isn't that simple."

Roy found another piece of mud nearby, quickly dug a pit with a weapon, looked around for a while, and urinated into the pit. The result was very strange. The ground was made of unknown materials, and the liquid was absorbed instantly. Puddle declared failure!

"Is this the so-called ban on cheating?"

It seems that these opportunistic methods are not advisable.

Roy landed lightly on his toes, his slender limbs were as vigorous as a cheetah, and his figure shone in the night, like a floating ghost, moving extremely fast.

The wilderness was dead silent, so quiet that it was frighteningly quiet, except for the sound of his "poof, poof" footsteps, there was not even the low chirping of small animals and summer insects that lurked at night and came out at night. The air was filled with light and cold mist, and sparse weeds and dead ancient trees with distorted shapes stood on both sides of the road, like guards guarding the gate of doom.

Every few steps, there are old trees stretching out their branches, lifting the lanterns, and emitting ominous red light, rendering the ground a color like blood.

A strange and dangerous atmosphere spread in his heart. Roy felt his temples throbbing and his mind was restless as he ran. After about five minutes, his premonition was confirmed.

Without warning, two black figures emerged from behind the stones on the side of the road, rushing towards them with gusts of sinister wind.

Hastily accepted the move, but Roy was calm and composed. His rich combat experience allowed him to react in time, instead of retreating, he rolled on the ground along the gap between the two monsters first, avoiding their pincer attack, and then turned around. , the right hand pulled out Arondette behind the back and stood in front of the chest, and the left hand outlined the seal of Kun En.

Under the pale yellow light, it flexibly swam around and circled around the attacker.

ghost

age:? ? ?

Identity: energy body

Life: 80

Attributes:

Strength: 8

Dexterity: 5

Constitution: 8

Perception: 5

Will: 4

Charm: 3

Spirit: 4

Skill:

...

These two monsters were unlike anything the witcher had ever seen before. They were black as ink, swallowing up the surrounding light.

It exudes vicious and destructive malice, without the slightest breath of living things.

The witcher can only see a general shape,

It resembles a common humanoid monster by the water—the water ghost.

Hunchbacked, belly as big as a bucket, limbs dry and slender... good at waving claws and attacking continuously, every attack goes all out.

try{mad1('gad2');} catch(ex){} But when they attack, they won't yell like a water ghost, and maybe they don't have the function of making a sound at all.

After almost grasping the ghost's ability, the demon hunter turned around and retreated again, dodging their pounce, and then pushed his palm forward against the ghost.

"Bang!" A strong airflow suddenly erupted, and the two monsters staggered back as if hit by battering hammers, losing their balance.

The next moment, Roy held Arondette horizontally, and the tip of the sword took a few steps forward to meet them like lightning, and slashed three swords with "shua, shua, shua". neck, chest, thighs.

The blade was still as clean as new, without a trace of blood, and the two ghosts lay quietly on the ground after being hit hard, and quickly dissipated into the air like evaporated water vapor.

"Kill ghosts, experience +20..."

"Kill ghosts, experience +20..."

witcher lv6

"There are experience points?" Roy was surprised and delighted. The soul is the source of his experience, and the puppet created by Master Mirror has a soul. What a powerful ability is this?

"It's really considerate, if you come a few more, you should upgrade."

But he didn't have time to gain experience, this battle took about a minute, he had to hurry up.

"Master Mirror," Roy yelled into the air while running, "You never said there would be a monster attack!"

"My world has to follow my rules!" O'Dim retorted, hiding somewhere, "and this is just an appetizer."

"Then this place no longer belongs to the previous world? Is it another plane, or a place created by Gunter Odim?"

Before he could think about it, Roy noticed from the corner of his vision that not far from his left hand, a row of low stone stairs went up, and two lanterns cast a strange red light, illuminating a dilapidated and dilapidated pavilion.

The witcher paused, then quickly approached.

This pavilion should have a history of hundreds of years. It has been devastated by wind and rain. Only a few broken tiles are left on the top cover, covered with moss. It feels soggy, sticky, and gross to the touch.

There was also an old well in the center of the gazebo. Roy leaned into the mouth of the well. The red light of the lantern illuminated the dry bottom of the well. There were a few small animal bones and a few withered branches, and there was no water left.

Roy frowned.

"Dude, this well doesn't give you any inspiration?" Gaunt O'Dim's voice came from the bottom of the well. "Why don't you come in and take a look? I'm in it."

"Odem, don't play tricks to mislead me!" The witcher looked determined, "There is only your 'echo' in the well, and although the 'echo' satisfies 'you can speak, I can speak', it cannot be touched , is by no means the answer."

"You've got some brains, witcher."

"Each each other..."

...

Returning to the path from the gazebo, soon, Roy passed a suspended single-plank bridge. Under the bridge was a bottomless rift valley, in which gray-black clouds and mist were lingering, and faint yellow lights flickered in and out of the mist. There was a dull, impetuous roar.

The hot and smoky wind blows up from the abyss, carrying a pungent sulfur smell.

"Is there a river of lava below here?" The demon hunter stood on the bridge for a while, then felt slightly dizzy due to fear of heights. He could almost imagine falling from the single-plank bridge, falling into the magma and being completely melted into gas , The tragic situation with no ashes left.

He quickly looked away, and then a strange, clear and childish voice suddenly stopped him from behind.

"Roy!"

"Help!"

"Huh?" The demon hunter's heart skipped a beat, and he fell into memories for an instant. This voice was so familiar that he spent most of his childhood with "him".

"Who will call me Roy? Could it be an illusion?"

try{mad1('gad2');} catch(ex){} He couldn't help turning around and looking back, and suddenly found that not far from his feet, a thin and slender arm stretched out from under the single-plank bridge, tightly Cling to the board.

A boy stubbornly popped his face,

Black watermelon head, chubby face flushed with blood, about eight or nine years old.

The two caterpillar-like snots under the nose sucked and sucked, which was quite joyful.

...

Roy's pupils constricted, and he couldn't laugh at all, "It's fake, right? Yes, it must be O'Dim's trick to confuse me!" Some painful memories rolled in his mind like a flood.

Could it be that Master Mirror really has the ability to reunite the lost souls of the dead and imprison them in another world?

He immediately shook his head, regained his composure under the influence of will, and continued to walk to the other side of the single-plank bridge.

"Roy, save me...I'm Little Brandon!" The boy cried out more miserably, breathing more and more quickly.

The witcher hurried away.

The single-plank bridge began to shake slightly.

"Have you forgotten... woo woo... I introduced you to Papa Fletcher and made you an apprentice butcher, you owe me a favor... Please, give me a hand... I don't want to fall... woo Woo..."

"Why did you appear here, slug?" Roy couldn't help asking, but he still didn't stop, getting closer and closer to the opposite bank.

"Wuuuuu...Little Brandon doesn't know, I'm innocent...I appeared here as soon as I woke up, and the river below was very hot, making me ache all over...It almost boiled me."

"Hey, buddy!" Another rough voice interrupted the boy's call, "Tanshan greets you, I didn't expect to see you here! Are you dead too?" A thick and short hairy hand He grabbed the reins of the single-plank bridge.

Then the dwarf's signature thick bearded face emerged.

"Come on Laboni!" The dwarf struggled to grab the rein, half of his body was suspended in the air, shaking with the suspension bridge, the muscles on his face were tense, and he forced a bold smile, "Pull me up, let's work together again Rescue this brat, find a place to catch up, exchange archery skills, and let me see your progress."

"The life below is not easy, fortunately the dwarves have rough skin and thick flesh..."

The dwarf found that the figure in front of him was completely indifferent, without any hesitation in his steps, so his voice became panicked,

"Hey! Roy, where are you going? Help old friends, don't leave us!"

"Sorry, my friend Bernie is still alive and well, and he's not good at archery either." Roy waved at him.

"Master, look this way, it's me, Bashir, the son of old Huck, the baker!" A young man with a swollen face and a simple and honest appearance climbed out of the drawbridge, "Your bottle of potion, let me I was gutted and tortured to death, and I'm still rolling in my stomach... Should I make amends, give me a hand? Just this once, please, I want to see old Huck!"

...

"Sorry, I can't take the time to save you..." The demon hunter gritted his teeth, tightly holding the hourglass that kept passing by in his palm, and walked out of the bridge of memories completely. Although the past painful experience made him feel ups and downs, he couldn't shake ambition.

"Dead is dead, fake is fake."

The three familiar voices were immediately swallowed up by the mist and dissipated in the night wind until they were completely inaudible.

"Friend, do you really feel nothing when facing old acquaintances?" O'Dim's joking words fell from the sky, "Or was the mutation completely wiped out the feelings, without showing any affection?"

"Your name should be prefixed with a heart of stone. At a young age, you are tough but not human..."

"Gaunt O'Dim..." the witcher retorted, "I'll catch you, I swear!"

"This is too exciting to bear? My friend, why don't you give up and admit defeat as soon as possible, and get out of the suffering as soon as possible."

"You're dreaming, just wait and see!"