The Divine Hunter

The cave is rugged and steep, with dangling stone bridges and dark abyss below.

There were piles of bones scattered in the corners, elk, forest musk deer, wolves, bears, and even human skulls, leg bones and other bones, some still smelling fresh, and some remains that were centuries old, at best only It's just a decoration to deter intruders.

Roy walked quickly through the darkness, heading up the winding road to the top of the mountain. Bones were broken under his feet, and his pupils of different colors reflected the dim light like a cat. The darkness became no different from the daytime.

He walked over the suspension bridge and entered a huge cave. The top of the rock cave was hemispherical and incalculable in size. The dense stalactites hung down from the top of the cave like colorful vines, confusing his concept of space.

Grey and green stalagmites grow on the ground, thick at the bottom and narrow at the top, and some are even higher than Roy's head.

In the pits between the stalagmites, the sound of dripping water reverberated.

Tick, tick...

The witcher felt something watching him.

Swah——

The five fingers outline the triangle charm, and the golden light immediately envelopes the whole body.

He slowed down and settled down cautiously.

A pair of scarlet eyes suddenly opened behind a stalagmite in the corner, and looking at him, in the rustling sound, something opened its jagged mouth.

"Shh-"

The humanoid monster ducked awkwardly with its arms and legs, leaping out of cover, and lunging at the witcher with a stench of stench and cesspool.

When it rushed forward, Roy saw it clearly. It was similar to a water ghost, but more disgusting than a water ghost. Its head was covered with bloated folds like a Shar Pei, forming a hood of flesh and blood, and the back of the head was as thick as the intestines. His red hair swayed with the throbbing, scarlet tendons and yellow tendons all over his body formed a pair of muscular armor, and his teeth and claws were full of jagged yellow teeth.

How shabby it is to sell.

Corruption

Age: 20

Life: 100

Attributes:

Strength: 10

Constitution: 10

Agility: 11

Perception: 5

Will: 6

Charisma: 2

Spirit: 5

Skill:

Carrion LV5: There are a lot of corpses and rotten meat in the environment where the Corruptor lives.

The claws and teeth are stained with special venom, and after hurting the target, there is a certain probability to make them weak and hot

Herd (Passive): When the Corruptors are dispatched in groups, Agility +2, Will +2.

Self-destruction (passive): When the Corruptor dies, it will activate the self-destruction instinct, causing huge impact damage and corrosive damage of dirty blood to all surrounding creatures.

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"Shh-"

The witcher squatted on his knees, gripping the hilt of Arrondette's sword with both hands, and the blade slashed horizontally in the direction it came from.

Whoa!

Steaming viscera slipped out from the split chest.

A red light swept past, and after the slash, the witcher rolled forward to the ground, leaving the two-part corpse far behind.

"boom!"

Corruption explodes like an over-inflated balloon!

Flesh and blood flew, and a downpour of blood and minced meat fell among the stalagmites.

The ground and side walls were corroded and smoked, and the filthy blood splashed onto the witcher, and the golden rays of light circulated once and then shattered.

Kill Corruption Demon, experience +100, witcher lv12 (13900/12500).

"The power of this thing's self-destruction is not small." Roy sighed and threw off the blood on the sword, and suddenly there were screams in all directions!

Four or five-headed humanoid monsters jumped out from behind the stone and rushed over with their fangs and claws. In addition to the Corruptor, there was also its close relative, the Gluttonous.

Narrow space, double self-destruction attack!

If you kill them at close range, you will be accidentally injured by the explosion, and if you don't kill them, you will be beaten to death!

Even witchers can't stand this weird attack!

But Roy wouldn't let them get close at all!

"Whoosh whoosh—"

Ten meters away, the long sword in the demon hunter's hand switched to the hand crossbow in the blink of an eye, and he pulled it six times in a row in the blink of an eye.

The first arrow was shot backward, and the figure traveled dozens of meters with the arrow, keeping a distance from the self-destruction team to confirm that he was in a safe position.

The remaining five arrows shot forward, passing through the air from left to right, and also playfully turned a few corners, accurately exploding five heads.

The five corpses were carried backwards by the impact of the arrows!

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

A spectacular scene appeared in the dark cave.

The five rushing carrion creatures rose into the air one after another, and before they landed, their heads were shattered by the impact, and the crossbow arrows instantly ignited the "gunpowder" in their bodies.

Five corrosive creatures burst into blood mist one after another.

The vigorous rain of flesh and blood dyed the walls of the cave red.

And the witcher stood in the distance, admiring the cruel scene, and blew at the crossbow.

"Self-destruction doesn't work for me!"

The witcher didn't know the reason for the self-destruction of the Corruptors, but this brutal stress response was a huge problem for the loot harvesting. Their flesh and internal organs shattered into countless pieces, and only one was left in place. Ribs, several teeth, claws, and some corpses even flew dozens of meters away and fell into the abyss under the bridge.

Collecting loot is difficult.

Fortunately, he found a gluttony's lair behind the stalactite. Most of the space was buried in the ground in a spindle shape. The ground was a miniature volcano-like structure, made of ice, snow, soil, and bones.

Roy threw a Igni Fury into the hole, and after detonating it, he collected a small red mutant.

...

Along the way, two kinds of self-destructing monsters kept attacking the witcher.

However, after seeing the power of their self-destruction, Roy resolutely adhered to the principle of never letting them approach, either shooting or spewing flames and lightning from his palm.

Let them stand in place obediently!

...

The terrain is getting higher and higher. The witcher was forced to stop as he walked among the rocks surrounded by drawbridges, where a tall, crooked-necked tree stood, its leaves bare, replaced by clusters of purplish-black feathers, slime, and a mixture of soil.

And at the top of the branches, there was the flapping of wings, and the clucking and hissing.

Several heads with vulture-like beaks and hooked claws, with a slender and tall body, Irina, stood there, cleaning her feathers with her sharp beaks like a self-admiring self.

Apparently this tree has been built as a nest by Erinia.

There are dense skeletons, animals, and even Corruptors, the same kind, at the roots of their feet. Their ecological niches are close to Corruptors.

Suddenly, a piece of food came into his sight.

The Erinians immediately exclaimed in amazement, flapping their wings and swooping down on the witcher!

However, the cheers soon turned into panicked screams.

The scream was mixed with the continuous vibration of the bowstring.

The demon hunter with the crossbow in the left hand and the sword in the right hand disappeared, and the next second, like a ghost walking in the void, appeared beside an Irene, wielding a cold sword!

shhhhh--

On the treetops, in mid-air, demon birds fell like raindrops.

With the pits of flesh and blood blown out by the crossbow bolts on the body, the long sword pierced the wound!

All over the place.

Ten seconds later, the witcher stood lightly on the top of the umbrella-shaped tree.

With a smile, he stared at the exit that poured into the white light ahead.

Kill Erinia*8, experience +640, witcher lv12 (15040/12500),

"Yes, the experience value is harvested!"

...

whoosh-

The demon hunter flashed and landed smoothly, waving the short blade in his hand at a dazzling speed, harvesting the organs and tissues of the demon bird.

Leave the cave.

Outside the deep and dark cave is a winding path that surrounds the entire outside of the mountain and leads to the top of the mountain.

The cold wind was like a steel knife scraping the bones, the temperature dropped to minus ten degrees, and crystal snowflakes floated in the sky.

Falling on the witcher's dark cloak, like stars twinkling in the night.

The witcher wrapped his body tightly with his cloak, and walked into the slippery snow trail for less than ten minutes, and finally came to the end of the trip—the highest peak in Udvik, in front of the cave at the top of the mountain.

I don't know how many years ago the islanders used a piece of granite to form a small hill, which almost blocked the entrance of the cave.

Leave only a breathable slit at the top of the mountain pack.

The witcher moved his nose.

A familiar body odor, once smelled on Old Spearhead of Kyle Mohan.

He can basically determine the creatures in the cave.

"It's no wonder that the frost giants on Udvik Island haven't appeared for hundreds of years. It turned out that the lair was blocked and no one disturbed him, so he fell asleep."

However, in a dream for a hundred years, only the giants can sleep so deadly and so sweetly.

But as long as the Frost Giant is still there, he will wake up one day, and at that time, Udvik will usher in a catastrophe.

"I'll show mercy once... to help you solve your troubles!"

However, he did not intend to kill the frost giant.

"Whoosh-"

The arrow penetrated the slit in the roof of the cave.

The witcher figure immediately disappeared into the cold wind outside the cave.

...

a huge cave.

The height is at least ten meters, and dozens of pillars hugged by several people support the ceiling.

Spacious enough to run wild.

The climate was too cold, the four walls were bulging with ice, and some of the walls were broken open to communicate with the outside world, and the cold air from the top of the peak poured in.

And in the deepest part of the cave, a giant with a height of more than four meters and a frost-like blue-gray skin, a strong mountain-like giant was prostrate on the ground, falling into a sweet sleep.

Thick bearskin draped between the back and chest and neck, blending in with the dark brown tousled hair at the back of his head, rising and falling with a slight snoring.

Every breath seemed to have magic power, and the snow around him swirled lightly around it.

Its muscular arms and legs are covered with yellowed wooden armor, in a very ancient style, as if it was made of wood that was forcibly removed from the deck of a dragon ship and woven with cables.

Ice Giant

Age: 280

Gender: Male

life value:? (hibernation, hunger, weakness)

Attributes:

strength:? (weak)

Agility: 15 (weak)

constitution:? (weak)

Perception: 12

Will: 12

Charisma: 4

Spirit: 10

Skill:

Giant Race (Passive): The vitality is far higher than that of ordinary species, and the natural physique is +20. The thick horny skin can effectively resist physical blows, and immediately heal any minor injuries, and quickly heal moderate injuries.

The power of ice (passive curing): The ice giant has a mysterious connection with the cold weather. It can draw power from the ice and snow, and it will become infinitely powerful when it is in the ice and snow. Strength +20, and every blow of his fists contains the power of freezing, which can slow down or even freeze the blood circulation of the prey's whole body.

Taming (Passive): Frost giants are born with the ability to tame monster birds (Hekna, Erinia, Harpies), and this ability has been etched into the bloodline genes of both it and the tamed object. It can command the demon birds in the territory by calling!

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"So Irenia on the tree in the cave might be the offspring of this guy's pet."

Roy quietly stared at the huge creature on the other side of the cave ten meters away. He could feel the other side's steady and powerful heartbeat and the extreme vitality.

If the Frost Giant is in a state of complete victory, the combat power should exceed the old spearhead of Kaer Mohan, and it is difficult to handle it alone.

Unfortunately, it slept for too long... Like a hibernating animal, its body became thinner and thinner as time passed.

It is extremely nutritionally deficient, and it is no wonder that after a few years, it wakes up to kill and eat like crazy.

"But sorry, you won't have a chance to make trouble this time."

...

After confirming that the ice giant slept deeply, Roy sat cross-legged and meditated for a moment to restore his fullness.

Start preparations.

Using a rag, in a unique rhythm, apply the brown ointment evenly to the blades of the silver and steel swords.

A layer of ogre oil refined from bear fat.

A layer of venom mixed with tetrodotoxin from Serrit.

The second bottle of ogre oil was used to soak the arrows, two hundred in total.

Arrows are also poisoned.

This will be his main attack.

Three bottles of potions were lined up in front of the witcher, the Thunder potion to increase the power, the potion of Patrice to enhance the power of the seal, and the decoction of Hekna to restore life by consuming the magic power.

Boo!

Cork out!

Gollum.

The mixed liquid poured into the stomach.

The slow heartbeat began to speed up, and a sick flush and black blood vessels appeared on both cheeks.

Afterwards, the witcher took out two alchemy bombs that had not been used for a long time-Dragon's Dream, and a large barrel of kerosene from the space.

The five fingers are continuously outlined, and the Kunen seal covers the whole body.

Kramp constructed a magical illusion and appeared in front of the witcher, carrying the barrel of kerosene and alchemy bombs, and carrying an Arrondite on his back.

"Tattoo..."

Roy watched the illusion bypass the snow on the ground, and slowly approached the sleeping giant in the corner.

Splash oil!

"Crash..."

There was a pungent oil smell in the air, and the kerosene drenched the back and sides of the Frost Giant. The giant was unconscious, and his sleep was dark and sweet.

Click!

The glass shattered, and a white, flammable and explosive dragon's dream enveloped the giant.

It moved its index finger, which was as thick as an ordinary person's thigh, and blinked its eyelids, finally showing signs of waking up.

Swah——

Roy immediately activated the summoning rune, and the fiery red and enchanting Lady Fire Spirit swayed her waist and drilled out of the Gate of Oblivion, floating to the position opposite her master.

At this moment, in the frost giant's lair, Illusion, Roy, and Fire Spirit form a stable triangle.

Huo Ling received the instruction, turned his body in a circle, and threw a dazzling flame from his palm.

At the same time, the phantom aimed at the giant's left heel and raised Arondite, the tip of the sword emitting a blood-colored sword glow, slashing!

boom!

Alchemy gas and kerosene were ignited at the same time.

The white fog turned into a sky-high fire!

The explosion was deafening!

The flame covering the giant surged wildly, sparks splashed around, and the air flow shook the sky and the earth.

Large pieces of stalactites fell from the sky and shattered!

In the flames, a huge shadowy figure stood up, staggering to the left!

"Roar!"

The roar from ancient times echoed throughout the cave.

The mountain-like figure emerged from the flames. It was like a deformed child. Its forehead protruded outwards to form a huge sarcoid, with a lion's nose and a wide mouth. Under the firelight, its eyes sparkled like two rubies.

The facial features are frighteningly compact!

The dark brown beard on the chin hangs down to the chest, like a big, outrageous broom!

Under the dual action of the flammable kerosene and the dragon's dream, the ice-blue skin of the giant was wrapped in the flames of the tarsal maggots, and it seemed to be wearing a flame armor!

Frost vortex gushed out of the large pores, and kept extinguishing the flames!

Ice and fire clashed violently on its body.

Burnt and blackened skin visibly heals and recovers!

"Boom!"

It ran towards the Fire Spirit, its body leaned to the left, and it walked with a limp, but its speed was not slow at all, and one step was three or four meters.

"Bang bang bang!"

The weight made it tremble in the cave with every step it took!

It stepped in front of the Fire Spirit almost instantly.

"Whoosh-"

The witcher in the other corner of the cave took advantage of the opportunity to fire a crossbow, and the arrow exploded behind it, blasting out several bloody holes, and the gem dust filled the air.

The ogre oil and venom on the arrow burrowed into its blood from the wound.

The giant's body trembled in pain, but the movement kept moving. He grabbed his short palm horizontally, pinched Huo Ling's whole body in the palm of his hand, and folded his five fingers together.

The poor Miss Elemental turned into magic power without a word and dissipated in the air.

Whizzing-

The witcher pulled the trigger continuously, and the arrows drew a series of afterimages in the air, like a splendid meteor shower.

The ice giant uses a muscle knotted left arm as a shield, an arrow that is enough to pierce through the bones of most creatures. It only penetrates into the shallow layer of skin and muscles on the arm and falls to the ground weakly!

"Roar!"

It ran towards the witcher with its "shield" and slammed into the stone pillar where it was hiding!

"boom!"

The cave shook violently.

The pillar was smashed from the middle by the violent force of the giant, and the lower half was pushed back!

A thick mist of dust spread out, and the broken stones splashed everywhere.

However, all its power fell into the void, and the witcher appeared on the other side of the cave without knowing it.

Alder Tremor erupted, and a purple electric light was released from his palm.

A second fire spirit and a crossbow-wielding phantom walked out from behind him.

Quickly flock to other corners.

...

The giant began to call for help, but the demon bird had already been slaughtered by the witcher.

It is destined to fight alone!

It can only tirelessly charge back and forth towards the three corners of the lair!

The huge space of the lair has become its disadvantage!

A lot of time is wasted on the way to the goal.

With one punch and one kick, the giant can smash the target into pieces, but it can never touch a single hair of Roy's real body. No matter how powerful it is, it is useless if it can't hit the target!

Fire spirits, demon hunters, and illusions are hiding in different corners of the cave and bombarding it indiscriminately!

The colorful lights in the cave flickered wildly.

The sound of explosions, the sound of breaking the air, and the roar of giants echoed endlessly!

The fireball thrown by the fire spirit whizzed through the air, leaving behind bright red trails, scorching and scalding the skin of the black giant, and the crackling lightning in Roy's palm plowed the ground out of a big pit, paralyzing the giant's muscles, and the illusion The arrows in his hand shot continuously, blasting dense blood holes all over his body.

Each wound was insignificant, but the accumulation made the ice giant's injury more serious.

Ogre oil slowed down its recovery ability, tetrodotoxin slowly eroded and paralyzed its neural responses, and the broken bones in the heels were aching. Multiple factors made it more clumsy!

The witcher didn't feel good either.

Sweat profusely,

His face was solemn, his eyes tense.

What he and giants are fighting for is consumables and stamina.

He kept teleporting and summoning shredded illusions and fire spirits, and bombarded with lightning, interspersed with melee shocking thrusts. In just five minutes, he used up 310 mana points and 80% and more than 240 mana points of "activation" recovery. .

And there are only five small magic potions left in his space, one full recovery!

"Roar!"

For the seventh time, the ice giant smashed the fire spirit with one punch!

Hit the chest, lead the neck to growl.

The majestic roar came out of the cave through the gap, and passed between the towering peaks!

The huge body staggered, and it felt a little shaky, the light in the scarlet pupils was dim, the breath was heavy between the nose and mouth, and the body trembled with each breath.

Burns, puncture wounds, electric shocks... Its starving and weak body is full of cracks like porcelain on the verge of shattering.

It ignored the continuous bombardment of the arrows on its back.

Meteor strode to the west corner of the cave, and suddenly lifted up a pair of dark and rusty anchors that had fallen into the wall, holding the anchor with one hand and the chain with the other!

With the right foot as the center of gravity, the frost giant circles and swings the chain.

Death spin!

The anchor belt made a whirring sound, and instantly flew five meters away, hitting the location of the witcher!

boom!

Like a meteor falling to the ground!

Ice, snow and gravel splashed, and the hard metal knocked the ground into a crater.

Roy almost teleported to the phantom and avoided the attack. His face was pale and his heart lingered.

"Wow—"

Don't wait for him to breathe a sigh of relief.

Rotating anchors hang overhead again!

Death is like a shadow!

"boom!"

The illusion is broken!

Roy didn't have time to call again.

As the giant slowly approached him, his body cast a shadow like a mountain, while spinning the chain.

The anchor whirlwind shrouded the small half of the cave hall!

whoosh-

The air ripples.

The witcher grabbed the crossbow and flashed with the arrows, but he seemed to have run out of luck.

Not yet landed.

A suffocating wind came.

A powerful force slammed into his back.

Click!

In a thousandth of a second, countless bones were broken!

The witcher didn't even have time to mourn, and his body was carried by the huge inertia, and it flew into the cave wall like a cannonball.

Whoa!

The wall crumbled, and a mutilated body fell from the human-shaped pit!

A shocking trace of blood and a lot of minced meat were left on the wall!

"call…"

"call…"

The ice giant's thick lips twitched into a loose smile, let go of the anchor, slumped on the ground, put his hands on his knees, and breathed heavily...

Covered with charred burns, electric shocks, blood holes, and from the riddled body, fatigue and pain surged out!

The accumulated sword oil and poison attacked at the same time, and it was almost exhausted.

"I won!"

The ice giant's barren mind had only one thought.

The annoying and hateful fly that woke me up from sleep, the reptile that couldn't hit me, finally died!

I'm going to peel off his skin, chew it a thousand times in my mouth, and swallow it!

hungry! very hungry!

I'm going to eat it all!

But let me take a nap first.

Its eyelids began to fight, its head hung down, and its hot muscles relaxed.

"Whoosh-"

The sudden sharp air-breaking sound dispels its sleepiness!

The figure that should have been crushed by the anchor flew in front of it eerily, stepping on the invisible stairs in mid-air!

His hair was disheveled, and there was a large pool of flesh marks on the sunken plate armor.

Staring angrily, he opened his mouth, revealing a quivering throat!

"Fos-"

The sound waves and airflow hit the giant's head hard!

Qiqiao was shocked with blood!

It fell back dazedly, with its back to the ground, almost instinctively keeping its right hand in front of its face.

However it was too tiring.

Tetrodotoxin has penetrated deep into the internal organs.

Even the palms are shaking.

The witcher is like a shrewd dancer, leaping lightly on the back of his huge hand, hunched over, his dark sword swept across his face like a bull's horn.

The ice giant used his last strength, raised his palm and grasped it, trying to squeeze him to death!

The witcher jumped forward abruptly, dodging the grasp of his palm and at the same time a thrust, the tip of the sword spewing scarlet sword glow into the giant's open chest.

vomit…

The palms drooped weakly.

The fallen giant choked out a mouthful of blood mixed with visceral fragments.

The witcher stood on the dying husk, drew his sword, and looked down at the behemoth.

His eyes flashed strangely.

And it closed its eyes and fell into a coma.

Finally, am I going to die?

Hundreds of years of life, folded in the hands of a little ant?

...

But it did not wait for the expected death.

The witcher stepped on its huge neck and lips, and stood on its huge nose.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his right hand was pressed to the center of the frost giant's forehead!

The whole body glowed a strong red light!