The Divine Hunter

"laugh…"

Freen lit the torch, and the fire illuminated an ancient and wide hall. Several blue-gray columns supported the ceiling. Cobwebs were crawling everywhere. Moths and insects were sucked into empty shells and rotted and blackened in the web. A vine drilled out from the crack in the wall, and the python passed through the ground and connected to the other end.

His gaze panned to the corner of the hall, and a black shadow suddenly appeared on the stone wall behind a pillar—a four-legged beast, the size of half a human, was squatting on the ground, its stubby front limbs quickly grabbed the air.

Freen's eyelids jumped in fright, and he looked at the witcher, slowly moving towards the shadows from left to right.

"Haw!" A piercing scream echoed through the hall as it emerged from behind the column.

What a big gray mouse!

The body is not inferior to a sturdy hound, covered with thick gray fur, fangs and claws, and the pupils are full of crazy scarlet.

Facing the two big men with weapons, it rushed up with a screaming scream.

"Shh-"

Guweihir slashed head-on, the sharp blade separated the flesh and blood, and directly cut it into two pieces, the blood poured out of the waist and abdomen, dyeing the ground red, it fell to the ground and twitched twice without moving.

"Bumped into a ghost! What was this place used for before?" Freen looked around, "There are robbers guarding outside, and there are big gray mice just come in... I don't know where birds don't poop. What can you eat to grow so fat, and the cat will only be torn to pieces when it hits it! Of course, except for the knife cat."

"Dude," he paused, "I have an ominous premonition that if I go deeper, there may be other dangers."

The witcher squatted down on the corpse and began to cut the mouse's tail. In the observation, its tail actually belonged to blind alchemy materials.

The corners of Frien's mouth twitched, and his face became numb.

In the past two days, he has seen too many "inhuman" behaviors of the other party, like a seven or eight-year-old child, full of strong curiosity about all flowers, plants and animals, picking one here and cutting one there , into a bag that never fills up.

It's no wonder.

After cutting the tail and walking through a narrow and dark corridor, the witcher collected a few shimmering mushrooms from the wall and came to a nearly closed room.

"This is the mechanism in Master Farenja's mouth.

Freen rubbed his temples in distress, looking at the iron gate pressing down on the ground at the end of the hall, the lever in front of the door, and the three revolving stone tablets with different patterns, and said solemnly, "We are not mages who do research all day long." , I am afraid it will take a day to crack this thing! "

However, his complaints had just landed.

The witcher looked around casually, focusing on two stone tablets on the second floor and one stone tablet on the first floor, and suddenly stepped forward to manipulate the mechanism.

Simply and decisively twisted the three rotating stone tablets a few times, and the patterns on the tablet surface changed to snakes, snakes, and dolphins.

He pulled the lever again.

click...

The iron gate rises, revealing the bright avenue!

Freen was stunned, a blush of shame on his plain cheeks.

The time for the other party to unlock the mechanism was only twenty seconds before and after.

"Am I being too stupid, or is Golden Eye too witty?"

However, in the past two days, he has been numb from Roy's blow.

"After giving birth to a child, is there something he won't?"

The mechanism was unlocked, but Roy was not busy passing through.

Instead, he separated his hands and feet back and forth, made a strange casting posture, pointed his fingers to the open space, and 50 points of magic power poured into the rune of "summoning a magic pet" in his mind.

At the same time, the experience value is reduced by 5 points.

"Boom!"

A blue-purple sphere drilled out from the position of his fingers, as if opening the door to a certain plane. When the sphere disappeared, a hellhound larger than a gray-haired mouse was summoned, squatting on its hind legs and slapping lazily. Yawning, revealing a mouth full of jagged white canine teeth.

Before coming here, it seemed to be resting.

Roy recited an instruction in his heart.

It stood up abruptly, shook its dark fur, and rushed into the iron gate behind the organ in good spirits.

"Wow!" After ten seconds, the Cerberus, who had stepped on the thunder and confirmed safety, called out softly, and Roy called Frien to follow.

Into the eyes, full of dusty porcelain urns, wooden shelves.

"How can the gloomy environment and architectural style look like a large tomb, and these bottles and jars are like burial objects?"

"How come there is a rotten smell on this roll of cloth, isn't it a shroud?"

"Um..."

Roy blocked his mouth with the gold coins in the porcelain urn.

The two of them immediately started a big sweep!

...

"Whizzing-"

The bowstring vibrated continuously, and two short silver lights flashed across the air,

The heads of the two evil rats burst with blood and slammed into the wall, and there was no movement.

The Cerberus hissed low and angry in his throat, biting the neck of a vicious rat, letting it chirp until he died.

"Shh-"

Jianguang drew a straight line of blood, and the fourth evil rat was cut in half by Guvihir.

Freen shook his wrists, staring at the cobweb-like fork in front of him, and the old, dark coffins that could be seen everywhere.

His idea was verified, and this Desolate Waterfall Temple was a mass grave.

Some coffins are embedded in the wall on one side of the corridor, and some are placed vertically against the wall.

And it wasn't empty inside -- an ugly corpse lay.

I don't know how long they have been dead, the corpse has not turned into a pile of broken bones, and still maintains its complete shape, like a mummified corpse that has been weathered for many years, with rotting skin and muscles, and thin bones.

They wear sleeveless iron armor like warriors, and in their arms they carry rusted weapons: two-handed broadswords, battle axes, one-handed swords, axes, shields, and ranged bows and arrows.

The overall shape gives people a feeling of indifference.

"Ancient Nord warrior?" Freen's eyes showed a sudden look, and he moved towards the coffin with respect.

He intends to pay tribute.

Someone grabbed his shoulders from behind.

Roy shook his head and glanced at the summoned creature under his feet.

Cerberus immediately rushed towards the pile of coffins, but less than five meters away, it stepped into the restricted area and violated the majesty of the deceased.

"Kazkaz..." A series of crisp sounds of bones rubbing against each other echoed in the dense corridor.

The pile of rotten bones carried a long sword, twisted their necks, stood up from the coffin they were living in, and fully recovered!

"Whoosh-"

A crossbow arrow slid across the corridor.

The mummified corpse running towards the two seemed to have been hit by a battering ram, and the whole body was knocked back into the erected coffin, overflowing with dust.

The half of his face that was smashed by the arrow was bloody and covered with brains like dehydrated vegetables.

However, in its only remaining eye, the icy blue light still flickers, showing an extremely tenacious vitality.

The witcher stared at it, his eyes deep.

Nord Undead

Identity: Ancient Nords, followers of the Dragon Cult

Attributes:

Strength: 9

Agility: 5

Constitution: 9

Perception: 4

Will: 6

Charisma: 3

Spirit: 5

Skill:

trenches,

Ghoul (Passive): The soul of this creature is affected by some special magic and is bound in the body. Immunity to bleeding, not affected by pain, weakness disappears, breaking the limitation of the body's self-protection, exerting full strength, but the reaction and movement speed are weaker than before. Strength +1, Constitution +1, Agility -1.

Battle Cry, Cold Resistance, Basic Swordsmanship lv8, Constellation Blessing—(Warrior Constellation).

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"Pfft..."

Cerberus jumped up suddenly, bit his neck in one bite, and opened his mouth to spit out orange flames.

The flame jumped from the Nord undead's chest to the head and turned around, and the ice blue eyes finally extinguished.

Da-da-da, the sound of continuous footsteps came.

Freen's back was slightly bent, and he clenched the long sword. The other undead sprinted towards this side, and the long-handled axe turned around in its hand, cutting through the air.

And Roy pulled the trigger lightly and smashed its head with one arrow.

Kill Nord undead, experience +40.

Raised eyebrows.

If all the monsters in the temple moved one beat slower, then it would be too much procrastination to come one by one.

Cerberus received some kind of instruction, and instantly turned into a black lightning bolt, nimbly drilled under the crotch of the remaining Nord undead, and ran wildly into the deep and dark corridor, accompanied by a burst of "wang, wang, wang" Loud barking.

In just a few seconds, along the way, the undead lying in dilapidated and ancient coffins shook off the dust on their bodies, ripped open cobwebs, and resurrected from death with their weapons in their lives!

They huddled shoulder to shoulder in the tunnel, slowly chasing in the direction of the Cerberus.

Armor and weapons collide!

The bone rack is cracking!

More than 20 armored and sharp corpses lined up in a line of seven or eight meters long, following the butt of a black-skinned, red-eyed Cerberus.

One end is next to the other, like a team of refugees with blue ghost fires burning in their pupils!

And the tunnel is too narrow, barely allowing two Nord undead to pass side by side.

"Pfft!"

The bruised Cerberus was slashed by a sword from behind and dissipated into smoke.

Roy's face froze, and he made a look at the nervous-looking Dragonborn, motioning him to guard behind him, and abruptly outlined the Kelanpu seal with five fingers. Jump out of the torrent of magic.

"He" took the hand crossbow thrown by the main body and overturned the arrow at the emerging Nord undead.

Freen fell into a sluggishness, his eyes dangling between his two golden eyes.

What's the situation, why two brothers suddenly appeared?

Is this magic? Clone magic?

And Roy ignored him at all, grabbed the sword of the lake girl from the void with his right hand, golden light gushed out from his body, and a kaleidoscope-like Aden halo appeared under his feet, and suddenly jumped to the road that Nord undead must pass. , the front of the tunnel.

"This—" A purple electric snake emerged from the palm of the hand, scorching the mummy with the warhammer in the lead.

The power of Alder Tremor was obviously a level higher than that of the other world, and the arcs flowed between their crude iron armor and rusted weapons, infecting one by one like a plague.

The five Nord undead at the head twitched like their limbs, and stopped just two meters in front of the witcher!

"Shuh-" The Sword of the Lake Girl took the opportunity to slash her chest with unparalleled speed!

The six semicircle star-shaped runes above the sword body went out.

A blood-colored sword energy that traversed the entire tunnel flew out of the blade.

"Shh-"

Cut through armor, weapons, bony bodies.

Hot knives cut through butter, flying seven or eight meters through the crowded tunnel unhindered.

"Crash!"

A thriving rain of flesh and blood fell, and more than twenty Nord undead were cut in half, and the chest and abdominal cavity were separated.

The dry internal organs slipped from the huge wound, they fell head-on, and more than 20 pairs of ice-blue eyes returned to darkness.

The crowded and noisy corridor is empty!

Kill Nord undead 40*20, witcher lv12 (1900/12500)

"Breathe...breath..." Roy threw off the sticky blood on the sword. The lethality of this sword was amazing, and Arrondette was full of vitality again, and the six runes were shining brightly.

"Narrow terrain, slow Nord undead, this place is my paradise!"

"Bang!" Roy turned his wrist and knocked an arrow, leaning over and thrusting towards the remaining two melee kills.

And Freen wielded Guvihir and the phantom holding a crossbow to deal with the three undead who came from behind.

...

five minutes later,

After the witcher and the dragonborn cleaned up the battlefield, they found two hundred gold coins, which were still divided into half.

And Roy stripped all the weapons on the twenty-odd undead and put them in the loot package, and then returned to Xueman City to deal with them.

Although these weapons are mostly rusted, they can still be worth a lot of money after a little treatment or re-refining.

In addition, six cubic meters of space is more than enough to pack hundreds of weapons.

...

Next, the exploration of the two became much more relaxed and regular. Roy kept summoning the Cerberus, using its speed and keen sense of smell to act as a pioneer and detect organs.

Roy, who has the ability to flicker, can always disarm the traps with ease, all the way unimpeded.

Whenever the Cerberus' duration runs out, he re-summons it.

The experience consumption of 5 points each time is insignificant compared to the gain.

And whenever the mana consumption exceeded a quarter, Roy meditated on the spot for half an hour to recover the wear and tear, and the dragonborn kept watch.

The runes of summoning become more and more solid as they are used continuously.

...

The fighting combination of two people, one dog and one phantom is astonishingly powerful - the Cerberus lured a considerable number of Nord undead into the narrow corridor at one time, Roy put on the seal of Quinn and used blood to slash, almost Unlimited harvest!

The Nord undead basically couldn't touch the witcher's body, and they were divided into two halves by the invincible sword energy!

Flynn, who holds Guvishil, joins forces with the witcher's phantom to deal with enemies who are flanking from behind or alone.

In the dimly lit cave, the fire flickered and time flew by.

Five hours later.

Roy harvested more than fifty ancient Nord weapons and three hundred gold coins.

And Freen also got three hundred gold coins.

On the way, he also picked up a small soul stone, and Frien had to tell Roy to accept it.

So far, among all the forks, there has never been a Nord with blue eyes.

"breathe…"

In the narrow hall, the blood-soaked dragonborn Frien turned his eyes with his long sword.

The ground was full of dead corpses, and he only suffered minor injuries to his shoulders and thighs, and he returned to normal after a life potion.

The most valuable practical experience is improving at an astonishing rate.

The timid and cowardly man who escaped the battle in the past has transformed into a rookie explorer with a little experience, and his heart is full of pride!

Brown eyes turned to Roy, who was breathing steadily and in high spirits.

This expedition mainly relies on the Golden Eye brothers.

Otherwise, he alone would not know how many times he has been killed, and the other party is of noble character, and he is willing to give half of the money to himself even though he has not made much contribution.

A flash of reverence flashed across the Dragonborn's face.

In his barren knowledge, he has never encountered such a powerful and noble human being, magic, swordsmanship, and shooting, which are second to none.

He wanted to come, even if there was a one-sided relationship, the legendary stormcloak leader Ulfric who killed the High King Toig in a fair duel was not as good as Golden Eye, right?

A thought suddenly popped up in Longyi's heart, maybe, in the future, he would be able to kill the terrifying dragon that had raged in Holy Land Town.

Of course with me!

Freen clenched his fists.

...

When the two walked through the winding corridor, they walked to the front courtyard covered with cobwebs.

The footsteps stopped abruptly, and Roy made a silent gesture to Freen.

Heterochromatic irises swept across the thick, sticky and pale cobwebs hanging from the low ceiling in front of him, each of which was as thick as hemp rope, and one could imagine that the weaver was definitely of an unusual size.

The witcher senses activate.

Two colorful ribbons appeared in front of me, threaded through the spider web. One belongs to a human being, and the other belongs to a non-human creature with a bloody aura, it seems to be injured, and it exudes a faint smell of insect pheromone.

Roy cut open the spider web three or two times, and suddenly outlined his five fingers. In the black light, an illusion jumped out of the void, took the hand crossbow, followed behind the Cerberus, and poured into the hall where the ground was covered with thick spider webs!

"Pfft!" A thick spider silk hangs straight down from the ceiling, and a large spider the size of a buffalo, covered in downy hair, slid down the spider silk.

It is gray-white in its entirety, with eight legs arranged on both sides, supporting its huge body, with sharp claws at the tips of its two forelimbs, waving like a sickle.

A pair of chewing-sucking mouthparts in front of the head, and two sharp chelicerae covered with villi on the left rear that are larger than the head, clacking together.

Frostbite Spider

gender: female

Age: 12

Life: 210

Attributes:

Strength: 15

Agility: 17

Constitution: 21

Perception: 12

Will: 7

Charisma: 3

Spirit: 5

Skill:

Toxic Spider Web lv5: Frostbite Spider spit out a mass of spider web to attack the target. Cobwebs are tough, sticky, hard to break, and highly poisonous, which can paralyze the nerves of their prey through skin contact.

Frost Resistance (Passive): Increases magic resistance to Frost and Frost by 50%. However, the damage done to it by fire attacks is also increased by 50%.

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The moment it fell, it pressed against the much smaller Cerberus.

The latter swiftly jumped to the side, dodging the pounce.

The spider spit out another pale white sphere that hit its head. The sphere was like an overripe tomato, and it splashed all over the hellhound, wrapping it tightly.

"Whoosh-"

The bowstring hummed.

Mirage raised his crossbow.

The big spider's spindle-shaped bulging abdomen burst into a cloud of red blood flowers, and the body involuntarily staggered to the side.

The Cerberus took the opportunity to spit out a fiery flame to burn the spider silk, and regained its freedom, but the skin turned a strange green, and the poison spread.

It roared angrily, and with all its strength, it jumped to the head of the big spider, its claws gnawed and blood splashed.

In the harsh high-frequency hissing sound, the frostbite spider climbed the ceiling again along the spider web, and the hellhound standing above its head made a close contact with the wall, was hit into blood, and disappeared into the air.

"Whizzing-"

The phantom shot two more arrows in a row, hitting the big spider's ugly head with precision. It fell to the ground whimpering, and its eight legs bent to the ground at the same time. After a short period of charging, it rose into the air and struck the phantom like lightning.

A blue-purple sphere appeared in the void, and the second hellhound was summoned by the witcher and spewed an orange fireball towards the big spider!

The Demon Hunter who had been on the sidelines outlined his hands, like a blooming flower, a crimson talisman appeared, and the flaming Igni Fury flames swept through the air, hitting its abdomen with a terrifying high temperature.

"boom!"

The lower body of the frost-biting spider exploded like a watermelon, and red and green were scattered all over the ground.

The flames scorched its head, and it screamed on the ground, dragged half of its body for a few steps, and fell silently to the ground.

The flame is still burning.

Kill Frostbite Spider, EXP +200, Witcher lv12 (4300/12500)

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"call…"

Roy whistled, and the green hellhound rolled affectionately at his feet.

He patted its belly rewardingly, and raised his eyebrows suddenly.

"Help, help me! Let's go, sir!" A hoarse cry for help sounded from the corner of the cobweb-covered wall.

Freen walked over.

And Roy quickly dissected a bulging poison sac and a white sphere similar to a mutant from the big spider's body, and then got together.

A thin man was fixed in a wall made of pure cobwebs. Except for one face, all other parts were entangled in white sticky cobwebs, and he couldn't move!

The two rescued soldiers from the family showed ecstasy on their faces, and then froze.

The handsome man in front of him was slowly turning his dark gold and silver-gray pupils to look up and down, with an unusually strange look on his face.

It's like a hunter watching his favorite hound.

Makes men cold all over.