The Divine Hunter

In the dead of night, in the camp composed of carriages and bonfires.

Soldiers, dwarves, children wrapped in blankets, purring one after another.

Outside the camp, between the quilts and bedrocks of twigs and moss, the witcher closed his eyes and snorted and pricked up his ears.

The moon rose quietly into the sky, and the moonlight poured like water on the rustling glade.

Insects travel through, and nocturnal wildlife begins to hunt.

The shadows of the trees swirled, the thorn bushes in the distance of the camp trembled, and cold dewdrops fell to the ground.

Large green silhouettes galloped past under the moonlight, like a cold wind blowing in the middle of the night.

Click!

A sudden metal crash.

Somewhere hidden in the bushes, the two sharp metal serrations were instantly closed by the external force, followed by a groan and a suppressed pain.

The fast-moving shadow suddenly stopped, like a shriveled tree that was broken by the strong wind, and fell head-on.

The moonlight illuminated an elf with a distorted face and cold sweat on his forehead. His scarlet gums were exposed in pain, and his saliva burrowed out of his teeth uncontrollably.

A pair of iron clips for catching bears created a huge gap on the right leg, blood spurted out, and the coarse linen pants dyed red contrasted sharply with the pale bone stubble in the air.

The hearts of his companions jumped.

At the same time, a pair of ghostly pupils lit up in the night, and the witchers opened their eyes.

"Enemy attack!"

An earth-shattering cry ripped apart the silent night, and the sleeping team members seemed to have been hammered in the head.

Trembling all over, his eyes widened blankly.

"Guys! Get up for me! The Squirrel Party is coming!"

Alpen Zigrin's squat body made a perfect carp and jumped upright and pulled out the axe from the stump.

In the moonlight, the blade of the axe gleamed.

Reagan and Paulie Dalberg held up their hand crossbows, Xavier Moran, Yannick Blass, and Bernie swung their swarthy warhammers and gathered around the leader.

The soldiers under Wenke seemed to be well-prepared, and they were all dressed to sleep. When they heard the sound, they immediately took out their hand crossbows, drew their bows and set up arrows, or drew out their steel swords, held their shields high, and sprinted to the back of the carriage. Moonlight and campfire vigilant search.

In another group of camps, boys and girls wrapped their bodies in quilts with calm expressions and quickly rushed to the sorceress.

And Coral couldn't control the messy makeup, so she kept a sitting posture under the quilt, and immediately drew her hands and made an extremely complicated gesture.

The simple magic circle engraved around the carriage was stimulated by magic.

Chaos energy surged out of aura to illuminate her face, and an invisible shield spread around the sorceress's body, covering a large caravan, like a huge ice-blue eggshell.

"Whoosh-"

A slight and sharp bow and arrow broke through the air!

The solitary orange-red light spot drew an unusually beautiful arc and fell on the carriage.

boo——

The magic shield bounced it off, and the arrow shattered!

slam-la-

A large number of lit arrows flew out of the bushes like a fluttering fire crow, and flew towards the carriage.

The shield that the coral was trying to hold back bounced all the arrows to the ground, sparks scattered and ignited piles of weeds.

Some of them also hit the carriage outside the shield, shot through the canvas, fell into the wooden board, and the flames rose!

In the night, fires lit up everywhere, and smoke surged!

"For the love of Li Ryan!"

"Die for Sayila Wade!"

Howling like a tsunami!

The squirrel party lurking in the night split into dozens of assault teams like a tide,

From all directions flocked to the carriage to attack.

"Boom..."

The cork fell to the ground.

Gollum.

More than a dozen witchers jumped off the rock beds and branches, blue veins and black blood vessels appeared on their cheeks, and the steel swords in their hands reflected the cold light, and they greeted them like electricity.

With an axe in one hand and a crossbow in the other, Yarpan Zigrin rushed out after the witcher with his five brothers.

The rest stuck to the carriage and put out the flames.

The first wave of collisions.

Gold and iron clashed, blood splattered, and broken limbs flew everywhere!

In an instant, more than ten people fell under the witcher's sword.

"Whoosh-"

Roy tilted his head, and a rocket brushed past his ear.

"Whoosh-"

Pull the trigger, backhand with an arrow.

Hiding behind a tung tree, the halfling wearing a green cloak and carrying a crossbow, with a body as petite as a child, was knocked to the ground quietly, and a fleshy hole was opened in his chest.

Hand crossbow switched to Guvisher.

Roy flew to avoid the galloping horses, swung the long sword from top to bottom, the elf knight on the horse's back cloak appeared scarlet, his spine was chopped off by a sword, he turned over and dismounted, and was trampled by horseshoes like a sandbag!

The dark horse re-entered a melee crowd and swept them away.

A genie jumped up and grabbed the horse's bridle, but couldn't stop it, the force of the forward thrust threw him under the horse's hooves, followed by the sound of bones breaking.

Roy strode toward the squirrel party of an oncoming assault team, with the mud flying under his feet and his eyes as cold as frost.

Swah——

The steel sword slashed horizontally, and a blood-colored air wave split the void, flying forward with a terrifying hiss.

A strong elf male raised his steel sword to block.

Kaz —

Steel swords, coats, flesh, bones, like butter cut by a hot knife.

Divided into two in an instant.

The blood-colored sword light split his body, and continued to fly backwards with a bloody light. The two squirrels held their long swords high. Mang a dip.

A blood line split between the chest and abdomen.

puff.

Internal organs and blood spilled all over the ground, and a rose bloomed in the dark wilderness!

The spilled blood flushed Roy's cheeks.

The red-eyed elves had rushed to his side.

Facing the sword blades swung all around, Roy jumped lightly and fell straight to the center surrounded by seven squirrels.

The pupils reflected blood.

Stunned!

Swish-

The brutal blood-colored tentacles were like dizzy blood in the ink, drowning the seven people at once.

Roy took the left foot as the center and twisted and rotated for a week.

It was like a white crane spreading out its pure white wings in a filthy, pitch-black swamp.

The wings spun gracefully.

The steel sword reflects moonlight and blood.

A circle was drawn like lightning.

puff puff!

Seven blood flowers bloom.

Seven squirrels, their chests, necks, and throats were ripped open by the point of their swords.

The tentacles faded, and they fell head-on, kicking the dirt a few times with their legs, and lost their movement.

Killing Klar... EXP +20*10, Demon Hunter lv13

...

Roy threw off the blood from the tip of his sword and looked around.

The entire camp was plunged into fierce fighting, and the night was completely torn apart by firelight and slaughter.

The screams of killing, the collision of gold and iron, and the sound of arrows breaking through the air were endless.

However, the entire team was reminded by Roy that they were well prepared.

The special canvas that the dwarves put on in advance during the day prevents the flames from spreading quickly and being extinguished quickly.

Only a few carriages were set on fire.

Twelve young witchers stood by the convoy, constantly sketching the seal of Axel, to appease all the horses that were disturbed by the flames and noises, trying to break free from the chariots and reins, cooperate with the magic shield of coral, and shoot flying The arrow came, and the team was unscathed.

Another group of witchers, who first met the squirrel mob, blocked the attackers like a tiger rushing into the flock.

The three elves wielded sharp swords and launched a fierce attack on Lesuo. The bald man held a steel sword and a silver sword in his left and right hands, spinning like a spinning top, blocking the three sharp swords, and creating three terrifying blood waterfalls at the same time!

Grimm jumped, raised the huge sword above his head and slashed a dwarf squirrel party with a sword in half. Then, like a hammer, he swung the flesh-and-blood sword of justice. In the circle, the strong wind was overflowing, and the two dwarves were shot and flew out!

The owl's steel sword was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter. It hit the body three times in a row, hitting three vital points with precision. The elf that rushed towards him immediately covered his neck, his temples, eye sockets, quiet, and quickly went to hell.

"Come on, who else is there? You squirrel party..." The vulture stretched out its tongue and licked the blood on the blade, roaring fiercely, "There is no way to go to heaven, you have to rush here to die. !"

"Watch out, Geralt!"

Gu arrows whizzed past, the golden shield on Geralt's body flashed away, the hairband was slashed by an arrow, and the white hair fluttered in the wind behind his head. The sword dance of death pulled away expressionlessly in the siege.

The blade spun round and round.

Forward, forward!

The blade spit out cold light, and the flesh and blood flew.

The elf that had rushed towards him fell into pieces.

A dozen or so demon hunters danced their long swords into bloody flames, and the sound of the bombardment of the seal and the explosion of flames resounded throughout the night!

...

One of Wink's soldiers slashed the Squirrel Dwarf in the forehead with a sword.

The dwarf cried out in pain, and the short and solid body slammed into his arms, knocking him to the ground.

The big hand covered with black hair stabbed and pulled, the dagger ripped open the soldier's leather armor, and cut open his abdomen. In an instant, the intestines were pierced, and the hot internal organs and blood spilled on the ground!

The two of them just rolled on the ground while holding each other, losing their breath at the same time.

The eyes are facing each other, and the bloody cheeks have frozen hatred!

whoosh-

A crossbow arrow hit the human soldier in the shoulder.

The tip of the arrow fell off and split into four thin, barbed needles that plunged deep into the flesh.

The soldier groaned, sweating from the pain, and his body swayed.

The petite halfling took the opportunity to leap over his chest like a civet cat.

Swah——

The soldier clutched the broken aorta in his neck, making a humming sound in his throat, and fell to the ground slowly.

The human soldiers and the squirrel party fell into anxiety for a moment.

On the front line, the bloody battle of the dwarves fighting side by side with the witcher is in full swing!

Arpan, who rushed out of the convoy, squatted cursingly, nimbly dodged a sword that was poking at his neck by an elf, took the opportunity to swing his axe, and slashed his soft abdomen, the elf was kicked to the ground while screaming in pain. .

Xavier Moran and Yannick Blass struggled to pull a horse disturbed by flames.

In front of Bernie rushed a dwarf with a battle axe, wearing a hat decorated with a squirrel-yellow tail, a gray beard braided into three large braids, and a flame of hatred burning in his eyes.

Bernie's hammer-wielding hand hesitated.

Blackbeard's dwarf squirrel party did not hesitate, the muscles in his arms exploded, and the axe blade with flickering cold light slashed towards Bernie's collarbone.

The shadow of death came upon me.

Bernie held his breath.

whoosh-

The bowstring vibrates.

The black-bearded dwarf rose into the air as if it had been hit by a carriage. The skull that exploded in mid-air spat out a large piece of brains.

Roy, who was among the corpses in the distance, retracted his crossbow and shook his head at Bernie.

"You don't want to die?!"

"Snapped!"

Yarpan rushed up and slapped the man savagely, the cheeks between the beards were red and swollen,

He didn't give up, grabbed Bernie's collar and shook it, the stench of spit sprayed all over his face.

"Keep your hands next time, I'll give you a fucking ride in person!"

Bernie finally recovered, gritted his teeth and clenched the warhammer!

...

The land is soaked with blood.

In less than five minutes, hundreds of corpses fell on the battlefield, 90% of which were from the ancient race of the Squirrel Party, and the screams of killing began to weaken rapidly.

Suddenly, thick smoke billowed from the bushes, and a group of squirrels rushed across the crowd to the carriage where the children were. The flaming wagon launched a death charge with suffocating heat.

Roy's eyes froze.

It's time to end this battle.

The silver-gray pupils locked onto the carriage and took a deep breath.

A rune shaped like a flame appeared in his mind.

Take a deep breath—

despair!

A battle cry pierced the messy battlefield.

It was as if a tenth-level gust of wind whizzed past.

The chaotic battlefield was quiet for a moment, and the huge sense of depression made the hand of the wielding sword extremely heavy.

The ambient temperature suddenly rose by dozens of degrees, and everyone had the illusion of burning their skin, and even breathing between their noses and mouths became unbearable.

hot!

The air is dry and the water molecules are evaporated!

The ground beneath his feet faintly burst into flames.

Everything in the battlefield, dirt, bushes, air, armor and steel swords, everything is emitting amazing heat!

Complicated sensations occur in one breath.

boom!

The earth trembled slightly, and the mantle shook!

The ground was cracked, and fire light poured out of the cracks, piercing the dim sky!

Catch everyone's attention!

A stream of crimson lava gushed out from under the rushing carriage, like molten steel pouring out of a furnace. It was red and hot, and instantly drowned the passers-by on the ground. The elves driving the carriage could not even utter a scream. , The mount was carbonized and scorched by thousands of degrees of lava, turning it into nothingness.

Only half of the head of the high-speed galloping horse flew out of the lava package due to inertia, and fell ten meters away, charred black and burning with blue flames.

A crimson liquid fire dragon exuded apocalyptic heat and light, submerged the carriage, and rushed forward ten meters.

Smoke billowed, and the ground was scorched and ravaged.

A group of elf squirrels who couldn't dodge was swallowed up by the fire dragon.

The mournful roar only lasted for a moment, and they were completely ignited, inside and out, and burned into a red and black human-shaped torch, which melted and disappeared into the rolling magma.

There's no slag left.

In less than two seconds, more than twenty squirrels were taken away by the lava seal!

And the boiling fire dragon seemed to be full of food and drink, stopped and fell asleep on the sunken forest floor, forming a lake of death burning with flames!

The entire battlefield was like a rusted machine that suddenly malfunctioned and stopped for a moment.

Dwarves, elves, humans, including witchers, all stopped.

Do not!

Everywhere on the battlefield, the Squirrel Party looked at the lava lake that devoured countless compatriots, their eyes were splitting, and their eyes were almost bleeding.

What a cruel and painful death.

demon!

Witchers are demons!

They were screaming like crazy, hoarse roars spread across the battlefield, desperate to launch a final attack.

However, under the knife of a group of witchers who shuttled through the battlefield at high speed, the Squirrel Party is the lamb to be slaughtered, the fish on the chopping board, and has no resistance.

whoosh-

The bowstring hummed and roared.

The magic shield shattered.

At the edge of the battlefield, hidden in the bushes, Vasili's slender fingers with a birch cane suddenly pushed forward.

The strong wind beat against the robe.

A flickering figure holding a sword was pushed away by an invisible force field.

But he was in the air, still pulling the trigger nimbly and evenly.

call out--

The mage clutched his pierced calf and fell down screaming.

A strong elf jumped out of the bushes, swung a giant sword, slashed at the witcher's back, and then flew backwards at twice the speed, with a blood line split open in his chest.

boom.

The steel sword flies an arrow.

Roy threw out a purple lightning bolt.

A petite female elf with dreadlocks just jumped out from behind the tung tree, the crossbow slipped from her hand, her body was charred black, and she fell to the ground and twitched like a madman.

Roy shook his wrist and danced a sword flower, and was about to completely eliminate these three guys.

"Tattoo..."

There were clear footsteps in the bushes behind him.

An elf woman wearing long boots, thin leather armor, long black and red hair, and slender legs approached him with a sword.

He turned around, and his silver-gray pupils reflected a familiar and unfamiliar face.

Instantly stunned on the spot.

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