The Divine Hunter

In the cave woven with spider webs, the dim firelight revealed three faces with different expressions.

"Dude, let me down, I know about the Shrine of the Desolate Waterfall, and I swear to help you open that door!" Avel, who was tied into a zongzi, pleaded with a sad face, his wrinkled expression looked extremely funny, but he wore a horn helmet in front of him. , but the handsome young man with a different color iris just shook his head and said something that only he could understand,

"I will give you a choice. After I rescue you, you will be my servant until I leave this world. If you don't shake your head, I will take it as your promise."

"No way, who are you? How did you come here to be caught by the big spider?" On the other side, Freen put his arms around his chest and looked suspiciously. , describing how the wretched guy could go so far into the Desolate Waterfall Temple without disturbing the group of robbers and undead.

"You two, can you put me down first... I, I'm out of breath, I'm about to... suffocate, OK!"

The voice stopped abruptly.

A slender and powerful palm pressed the top of Avel's head.

The witcher's face came closer to him, and the dark gold and silver-grey eyes were reflected in his pupils.

this moment.

Avil's body became stiff as if struck by lightning, and even his breathing stopped, and a dark shadow as majestic as a mountain suddenly rose in his mind, and he looked down at himself condescendingly.

Just like the gods watching the ants, there is neither disdain nor pity in their eyes, only a cold sentence is conveyed.

surrender, surrender.

Open up and let go of resistance.

Countless scarlet arms and feet with suckers danced behind him as afterimages, like a group of pythons bathed in blood and plunged into madness, wrapping him with a blood-colored halo.

Teeth intertwined among the dense suction cups, spreading an indescribable fear and darkness.

At one glance, he was like falling into an ice cave, and the blood that filled him seemed to drown him and bury him in the bottomless abyss of blood.

surrender, surrender!

Five or six times the will gap.

Avel couldn't bear the slightest bit of resistance.

Freen, who was standing on the side of the witcher, saw his companion suddenly hold the spider web man's head,

The other party's face was sluggish and sluggish at first, then the body in the cobweb began to spasm, the thin cheeks stared in horror, the blood vessels on the neck and temples were abrupt, panting like a cow, as if seeing some kind of extremely terrifying scene.

Freen swallowed,

"What the hell is Golden Eye doing? Is this the legendary mind-reading technique?"

In the blink of an eye, it was like a year.

Roy let go of his hand and started cutting the cobwebs, and the tense body of the sweaty man suddenly softened and broke free.

He rubbed his wrists and ankles, checked his body, took a deep breath, and looked at the witcher with a humble awe to his bones, like seeing his master's hound.

His back was slightly bent, and he stood obediently at the opponent's strike.

After clearing his throat, he introduced himself like a bean.

"Thank you for your help. I am Swifter Avel, you can call me Avel, I come from Lonely City, exploring and searching for treasures, I found an ancient building in an ancient book - the location of the Temple of the Fallen Falls, so Sneaked in with a few companions."

"I'm not boasting, as long as I enter the stealth state, even eagles, hounds, and bats can't find me!"

"It's a pity that the horse stumbled and accidentally got stuck on the web of this frost-devouring spider and caught its way."

Freen squinted and questioned,

"Why are you so cooperative all of a sudden?"

"The two of you saved my life," Avil felt Roy's spiritual message, "I have always repaid my kindness! I decided to work with you to solve the mystery of this deserted waterfall temple together."

As Avel spoke, he mentally translated Frien's words to Roy.

And Roy had a wonderful feeling in his heart-his words were an order that could not be disobeyed for Avel, and even if he was asked to die, he would commit suicide immediately.

And once he resists, his soul will be crushed by the blood-colored will he left in his body.

Every thought that runs in Avel's mind can be obtained immediately as long as he thinks of it.

Domestication is definitely the most domineering and unfair ability ever.

In fact, Roy is not interested in controlling anyone's life and death, and he prefers the kind of partnership with Golfing.

Avil

Age: 35

Identity: Thief

Life: 80

Attributes:

Strength: 6

Agility: 8

Constitution: 8

Perception: 8

Will: 6

Charisma: 4

Spirit: 5

Skill:

Battle cry, cold resistance, basic swordsmanship lv5, basic bow and arrow lv4, constellation blessing - (thief blessing), riding lv5.

Stealth lv4: An ability to conceal one's own movement and avoid sight, cultivate to the highest depths, and completely integrate with the surrounding environment. Even if you stand in front of the enemy, the other party will not be able to find you.

Lock-picking lv4: The ingenious person can use a lock-picking tool to unlock most of the delicate locks.

...

"You made a wise decision. We're here to find a dragon stone. Do you know its whereabouts?"

"According to what I said, it is hidden behind the dragon claw door in the story hall with the power left by the ancient Nords..." Avel took a torch and burned the spider web in front of him, bent over, and glanced into another room. Narrow dark room.

"What power?" Freen stepped forward and followed behind him,

Avel asked telepathically, and only after obtaining permission did he explain, "The legendary Nord heroes used the power to defeat the dragon."

"What? Defeat the dragon," Freen shook his head quickly with a look of disbelief. "You're not talking nonsense, are you? Have you ever seen a dragon? It's as big as a hill, its skin is harder than basalt, and it's almost invulnerable. Spew flames to burn people to ashes, summon a rain of meteors to destroy a town."

"I tell you, we only saw this scene in Holy Land Town not long ago."

"How can a small human being be an opponent of that kind of terrifying existence? This is just a legend made up!"

However, there is an ancient voice urging this dragonborn, this power is real, get it, get it.

It seems that this power originally belonged to him.

And Roy casually rubbed the blade with his nails, and the magic power was poured into the "Summon Familiar" rune.

Cerberus jumped out of the spherical door, sticking out his tongue and rushing ahead to lead the way.

"The legend is by no means groundless. I have always believed in this point. When we open the Dragon Claw Door, we will find out the result!" Avil said swearingly, "And I happen to already have the key to that door."

Avel took out a palm-sized handicraft from his pocket, a three-fingered dragon claw made of gold.

Freen's eyelids jumped, and the other party respectfully handed the dragon's claw to the golden-eyed brother.

"The charm of golden eyes has reached the point where men and women take it all? Why not give it to me?"

Roy rubbed the golden dragon claws, turned it over, and suddenly found that the bottom of the craft was engraved with three animal patterns from top to bottom—bear, moth, and owl.

He thought of the lever mechanism he encountered when he first entered the temple. Could it be another hint of decryption?

"Where did you find the dragon's claw?"

"I don't hide the two benefactors. I stole it from Lukan, the boss of the Ximu Town Commercial Bank. Sometimes it's hard to avoid being in our business."

...

The next journey, because of the addition of a living force, became smoother.

The Nord undead have amazing strength and are not afraid of pain, especially the guy who wields two-handed weapons. A single blow can even shock the witcher's mouth numb, and they have perfectly inherited the superb martial arts skills in their lifetime.

If Roy only uses swordsmanship to fight in close quarters, the three-headed undead are enough to make him in a hurry.

However they are too slow.

The three wretched "Nords" and the two summons cooperated with each other, almost perfectly restraining this group of undead - Illusion shot the undead archer in the distance with his crossbow, Roy held the narrow path and used blood slash to deal with the surging undead. In the large army, Avel and the Dragonborn covered each other to solve the remaining troops in the rear. This thief's swordsmanship was especially superior to the two.

He waved his hand and scattered a shadow of sword, light and sword, and his figure slipped without leaving his hand, as if dancing on the tip of the knife, and often passed between the axe blade and the hammer blade.

A steel sword made the whirring and swish attacking the neck of the undead, and the eye sockets were fierce and sharp.

And Freen picked up another Nord shield, a sharp and unforged Guvisher in one hand, and a shield in the other, with a wretched defense and counterattack, and he was basically uninjured.

two hours later.

Three people and one dog left dozens of corpses, with a little broken skin and a small injury, and finally came to the closed dark gold gate.

It is like a precise and tightly stitched machine. The surface is covered with simple and twisted vine-like patterns, and three tiny holes are exposed in the center of the door, which exactly match the three claws of the golden dragon claws.

The dragon claw is the key.

But the key alone is not enough.

On the door, three huge stone wheels are exposed from the inside to the outside. Each circle depicts an animal at a certain angle. It is necessary to turn the three circles out of the correct animal pattern, and then the key can be used to open it.

"So, we have to turn the stone wheel according to the pattern at the bottom of the dragon's claw?" Freen said in confusion, "Since the answer to the rotation of the stone wheel is drawn at the bottom of the dragon's claw, what's the difference between opening the door with the dragon's claw?"

"Why did the builders put so much effort into arranging these three stone wheel structures, does it look good? It's not a big deal."

"It makes sense." Avel's slightly shrill voice sounded, "Don't you think that the lever switch that enters the door is surprisingly simple, except for the imbecile, normal people can spot the clue at a glance."

"Cough, cough..." Freen's face flushed, and he retorted, "No way? The mechanism at the door is obviously much more difficult than this!"

"These three circles of stone wheels do not mean that there is another lock." At this moment, Roy's mind flashed, and Avil Translator said his words. "Just to make sure that the person who went in is still alive. Only living people with normal IQs can crack this paediatric system."

"And the dead, Nord undead, you should be aware of it along the way."

"What's the difference between them and fools?"

...

"The stone wheel on this door is to prevent the Nord undead from entering and taking away the treasure? Well, no matter what the reason is." Avil's heart moved, "You two, are you ready for a surprise?"

"Jin...Jin..."

After shaking off the dust, the Shimen separated downwards.

At the end of the dark and spacious hall, the three of them saw a circle of erected arched stone walls from a distance, covered with paw prints and lightning-like ancient characters, and a pitch-black coffin was placed in front of the stone walls.

Roy held down the shoulders of the dragonborn who couldn't wait to move forward. He drew the seal of Kelanpu with the five fingers of his left hand, and summoned the illusion of the witcher. behind him.

Ten seconds later.

"Bang!"

The phantom opened the dark coffin board as instructed, and a Nord undead was lying and resting inside.

A one-handed battle axe and shield haunted by magic light are placed on the chest.

It felt an unusual movement, and a pair of icy blue eyes suddenly opened under the dark dome helmet.

"Roar…"

It growled like an enraged beast, propped up the sides of the coffin with both hands, and sat up with a corpse-like body.

However, it was too late to climb out of the coffin!

"Crack!"

Dragon's Dream Broken!

The misty white alchemy gas instantly wrapped around its body, and the phantom withdrew and quickly retreated.

"puff…"

The Cerberus not far away spit out flames at it.

"Boom!"

The fire soared into the sky, the entire hall shook, and the stalactites on the ceiling kept falling.

A continuous stream of small orange mushroom clouds flickered.

"Whizzing-"

The bowstring vibrated, and the phantom shot two arrows in a row toward the mist.

Two groups of blood flowers burst.

The huge thrust pushed the undead's shoulders to sway, and took two steps backwards in a row.

It roared angrily, stood the shield in front of it, and walked out of the flames, the crimson light made it look like a bone demon.

"Wow—"

It shatters the illusion with an axe.

Roy, who was hiding at the other end of the hall, outlined with five fingers, and summoned an illusion again, letting it approach and shoot with his crossbow.

"boom!"

"Zi-"

A round and scorching fireball pierced through the air.

A blue-violet arc plowed through the ground.

The witcher threw two sigils in succession with both hands, smashing it to the side, the arc dazzled through the dark armor, it was paralyzed and trembled for a second.

Cerberus and Mirage backed away and joined Roy.

The three surrounded the undead, and they were swaying their horns, launching a long-range attack of indiscriminate bombardment.

Lightning, flames, arrows, Frien was dazzled and dumbfounded.

This undead called the Overlord has a strength of more than two levels, a physique approaching three levels, and a one-handed axe at full level. However, its speed is still its shortcoming, and everything is in vain when it can't get close to the opponent.

Fifteen seconds later, it stood upright in the flames like a gleam of light, its icy blue pupils were rounded, the shield and the long sword were split to the sides, took a deep breath, and shouted at the front!

At this moment, Roy faintly heard a strange sound, as if the air was burning,

"Fos!"

All his five senses were hallucinating.

Its roar was so powerful that it shattered boulders and ripped apart the sky.

The ground trembled under his feet, and a majestic force poured out of the center of the earth, turning into an all-conquering airflow, overturning obstacles and destroying everything.

An unstoppable airflow hit the illusion head-on, and the latter rose into the air, and was torn to pieces by the surging force in mid-air.

"Whizzing-"

The bowstring vibrates.

After returning to God, Roy called back the crossbow and shot two arrows at the target in a row.

The undead on fire finally ran out of oil and languished on the ground.

Kill Nord undead overlord, experience +260, witcher lv12 (5400/12500)

Even in death, it clings to its axe and shield.

...

"The crisis is over..." Avel glanced at the witcher in awe, "Come on, man, it's harvest time!"

"Wait, two, did you hear that guy's roar just now?" Freen walked towards the stone wall, a strange blush appeared on his face, and the blood in his chest seemed to be uncontrollable, "What a powerful force... I remember the Holy Land The dragons of the town uttered the same syllables!"

...

The three found the dragon stone, the target of the trip, near the coffin, a palm-shaped stone engraved with a fine map.

There are also more than a hundred gold coins and a second small soul stone.

And a one-handed axe with a long handle covered in rough leather, with a curvature that is easy to hold in the palm of your hand—

Ancient Nord Sharpened Cold War Axe

Type: One-handed axe

Material: Steel block, leather, oak wood, soul stone.

Features: 2.06 lbs, 20" (0.5 m) shank...

Enchanting—

Cold Invasion: Each hit will deal a small amount of cold damage to an enemy, slowing his movement and reaction speed.

...

Roy's eyes lit up,

Can this thing be used as an upgrade material for my own bound weapons?

He put the enchanted weapon directly into the loot package.

As soon as he looked up, the dragonborn Frien stood in front of the mural, his eyes fixed as if he was attracted by magnetism.

And the whole mural had some kind of strong reaction between him and him. Each character burst out with a strong dim light, flew away from the wall, connected end to end in mid-air, and swiped across the dragon's body. Get in!

Longyi's expression was as cold as ice, and his eyebrows knitted together, revealing an inscrutable expression, as if he was listening to some holy word.

what's going on?

The witcher's eyes became deep, and he started to observe the wall.

A line of words pops up on the template.

Your lv2 observations are not enough for information.

Skill point -1

Observation lv2→lv3

Swish, there are a lot of hints on the template——

You have observed a special dragon-language stele, which records the magic of the Earth Bone—Dragon Roar, Unyielding Power (Fus).

You are not a dragon.

You are not a dragonborn either.

You cannot understand dragon language.

But your soul strength meets the standard, and you have a thin ancient blood (the blood of time and space) flowing in your body, and there is a small amount of commonality with the dragon (the fragment of time).

You can try to consume pure soul (experience) 2000, observe the dragon language stone tablet, and the process of dragonborn Freen absorbing the dragon language, and further memorize and interpret it.