The Divine Hunter

The end of the dark cave.

In front of an inconspicuous oval stone door.

Regis lowered his voice and finally emphasized to the witcher beside him,

"Roy, remember my words and be cautious in words and deeds."

"Okay, Regis, my ears are getting calluses, I promise I won't forget it!" Roy squeezed the five ancient coins in his hand.

The barber took a deep breath, and with trembling fingers, he took out a basalt stone engraved with runes from his herbal pocket and put it into the depression in the center of the door.

Strictly fit.

boom -

The stone door vibrated and lifted upwards, and the dust spread out from the crack of the door.

A gloomy aura that froze blood rushed toward him.

The two of them breathed for a while, their bodies stiffened, and then they quickened their pace and walked into the darkness. .

The interior of the underworld is much larger than the surrounding caves. There are towering columns connecting the domes, bifurcated intersections, underground rivers, and suspended stone bridges, interspersed with dripping stalagmites and fluorescent cave plants. From top to bottom, Each height has its own unique view.

A breeze from nowhere brushed the witcher's cheeks with a clammy chill.

The temperature here is obviously several degrees cooler than outside.

In addition, Roy's pendant vibrated like a mouse in a mousetrap, and the surrounding chaotic energy was amazingly abundant, and it worked in a wonderful way, creating a lot of wonders——

On a dark stone wall, a stream of water emitting glazed white light flowed from bottom to top regardless of gravity, and rose to the top of the cave, winding through the stalactites.

More splashes of water created clusters of brightly colored transparent corals in the sky——

For more than a thousand years, the energy field in the shadow elder has transformed the underworld where he lives beyond recognition.

Silent all the way, Regis led the witcher through a waterfall that was gushing upwards, and after passing through an arcade as beautiful as a work of art, to the end of the trip.

The core of Hades.

A rough and empty stone hall, except for a few stone pillars and a few oil lamps hanging from the ceiling of the cave tied by iron chains, there is nothing else.

But just stepping into it, an indescribable feeling of suffocation choked the throats of the two of them, and the air that was like nothing suddenly became extremely viscous, and it took a lot of force to maintain smooth breathing.

Their hearts were beating unusually fast, as if they were exercising too much and exercising too much.

Plop plop!

Dark and silent.

But Roy knew that there was a pair of cold eyes watching their every move.

The Shadow Elder, as its name suggests, lies silently in the shadows.

He calmed down and, under Regis' demonstration, bowed humbly, lowered his face, and held the offering high in his hands.

call--

There was a gust of gloomy wind in the stone hall, and the oil lamp hanging in the air was suddenly pushed and swayed by an invisible force. At the same time, the flame was ignited, and as the iron chain shook, the fire was like a ghost fire floating in front of the tomb.

Swah——

Roy's palm lightly.

Ancient coins disappeared.

When he looked up, a thin silhouette appeared in his pupils.

Sick, cold, old.

Wearing only a black-brown animal skin battle skirt, there was not a single hair on the bare upper body, and the bare skin showed a dead gray-white color, criss-crossing the ugly scars that resembled the healed burns.

Its withered fingernails are more than ten centimeters long, hanging on both sides of the body like gray-white plant roots, and a ring-shaped brass necklace on its chest exudes ancient magic.

And that face is covered with traces of time, especially the forehead and nasolabial folds, the lips are incredibly thin, the yellow-black eyes in the deep eye sockets do not contain the slightest emotional fluctuations, and they are as indifferent as someone who has just crawled out of the grave. mummified corpse.

The demeanor, appearance, and temperament are all written with "Don't approach strangers, and don't disturb them".

Shadow Elder

Age: 2200

Occupation: Great Elder of the Shadow Tribe

life:?

magic:?

Attributes:

strength:?

constitution:?

agile:?

Perception: 20

Will: 30

Charisma: 10

Spirit:?

Skill:

High-level vampire regular abilities (all lv10)

Domain of Blood (Passive): Elder Shadow can control the blood of creatures in the domain at will.

Shadow Coiled (Passive): A long life, let it see the world's deepest darkness and chaos, and master it, these darkness are locked in this emaciated body. It can release it at any time, trapping the target in it, neither birth nor death, ignorant and unconscious.

Leader (Passive): On the blood tree of high-level vampires, the shadow elder is at the top. It only needs a thought to force all vampires, low-level and even high-level, to respond to its orders immediately. violate.

Immortality (Passive): It does not decay over time, but instead grows stronger, until it becomes an otherworldly body.

...

"lien...tohn..." (vampire language)

Regis' remarks interrupted the witcher's observation.

In front of the leader, his limbs and voice began to tremble uncontrollably, his expression struggled and cowardly, and he tried his best to show his humility.

"gesap...drang...fpll...ttaweng"

The shadow elder replied briefly, his voice was low, impatient, rough like steel rubbed on sandpaper, but the rhythm of his speech was very strange, there was a pause between each word for a second, as if speaking to it was a A painful ordeal.

As its voice fell.

A cloud of black smoke emerged from the transparent air and flew towards Regis.

Immediately, the poor barber suffered, the black smoke froze it, its body bowed backwards like a cooked prawn, twitched, and a look of depression flashed on its dull face from time to time. Pain, and the pupils were white, and seemed to lose consciousness.

The elder looked coldly at the witcher.

"Murderer, say your last words."

puff puff...

A tremendous pressure from the inside out suddenly enveloped the witcher.

He felt a sharp, stabbing pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and tiny droplets of blood, like small grains of rice, came to life uncontrollably, burrowing out of his skin and crawling across his cheeks.

"Let go of Regis, I can take you home."

Roy, covered in blood, said this bluntly.

The voice is unhurried.

Straighten his back, look at it with neither humble nor arrogant eyes, the bloodline of the Supreme does not allow him to bow his head,

"tha...tan...you know my home?"

Roy's pupils condensed, and the figure flickered like a ghost out of thin air to a close distance in front of him. In the slightly open mouth, the fine and pale teeth were only a few centimeters away from him.

"During the rendezvous of the celestial sphere 1,500 years ago, you and several tribes were involuntarily teleported to this world."

"Your hometown is another planet in the distant universe separated by many time and space."

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

The chaotic energy and the air have fallen into stillness.

The burning and jumping flames in the oil lamp solidified into red gems.

The Shadow Elder closed his mouth and glanced at Regis, who instantly broke free of his restraints and collapsed on the ground in relief, breathing heavily.

Immediately, the black and yellow eyes of the elder turned to Roy's calm and sincere face, and he spat out a few words in jerky common language.

"How do you, witcher, prove it?"

Roy breathed a sigh of relief, until now, he was finally sure that his plan was feasible.

Elder Shadow, unable to resist "the temptation to go home".

He began to point to the core of the brief,

"I, the blood of the ancients who have been lost for a long time in the Ain El family, I have a certain degree of space power, as long as I get the time and space coordinates of your hometown, I can open the way to it for you. —"

For some reason, the witcher's voice stopped abruptly,

When the shadow elder's eyes suddenly became sharp, he snorted coldly with displeasure, and the air folded layer by layer like a broken mirror, reflecting the dim light.

But this time, it didn't happen.

Roy nodded in his heart, and finally said four crucial words——

"The door to the world."

Swah——

An invisible force pulled a drop of blood on Roy's face and flew to a finger with a protruding knuckle.

The Shadow Elder took it into his mouth.

In an instant, a terrifying light burst out from the cloudy eyes, a black flame ignited, and the old and terrifying face almost stuck to the witcher's face.

"The blood of the ancients, the blood of time and space."

"You didn't lie."

"Tell me immediately... the specific plan!"

Roy took a deep breath, and after careful consideration, he spoke.