The Divine Hunter

An arm shaped like a tree root pierced through the flesh and blood of the elf's chest like lightning, and grabbed Roy's swung right hand.

The dim light of the fire illuminated the bright red blood, the crisp moss, and the rough bark-like shell.

Seeing this, the young man's heart skipped a beat, and he grabbed an arrow with his left hand and stabbed it at the "elf"'s ear. Unexpectedly, the strange hand slapped him in the face and hit him in the chest, sending it flying like a sandbag.

He rolled around on the ground, the pain in his chest was piercing, his internal organs seemed to be displaced, and he barely got up, only to see the strange hand with the broken chest supporting the ground, making the "elf" in an extremely strange posture Sit up.

Pale moonlight shone through the gaps in the woods.

The mouth of the "elf" opened towards him, and in the dark mouth, a ghostly pupil appeared - cold, numb, and could not see a trace of the emotion of living creatures.

"Shh-"

In the next second, the "elf" sitting upright split into two petals to the left and right like a blooming flower, and a monster with antlers and a withered shape appeared in the wreckage...

Compared with the ten-chi height when it fought the witcher, its body shrunk by half, only five-chi (1.5 meters) left.

Young deer antlers grow on the top of his head, his long face is covered with a white bone mask, and his eyes are like a pair of green lanterns, which makes people shudder.

Under the head, the limbs and torso were woven from tree trunks and vines, and the surface was covered with blood and mucus, like a baby just born from amniotic fluid.

Ancient deer head essence

Age: 272

Health: 80 (weak)

Mana: 120

Attributes:

Strength: 12↓

Agility: 4↓

Constitution: 8↓

Perception: 5↓

Will: 7↓

Charm: 12:00↓

Spirit: 12:00↓

Skill:

Manipulate the vines LV6: Consume a small amount of magic power to quickly spawn plant seeds, summon tough, fast, and powerful vines to strangle the enemy.

Earth Thorn LV6: Basic Earth Elemental Magic, consumes a small amount of mana, summons Earth Thorn to attack the enemy.

Summoning Beasts LV7: Deer Shoujing bewitches the animals in the forest with extraordinary charm, calling them to serve him at any time.

Concealment LV7: Located in the forest, the deer head can be integrated with the plants around the body, completely hiding the figure.

Parasitic Mark LV6: The deer head will plant a mark on the human who surrenders to himself. After the body dies, it will absorb the life force of the parasite and be reborn.

Hidden Totem LV6: An ancient and bloody ritual, by sacrificing the flesh and blood of living beings, a totem that enhances power is constructed.

Whispering in the Woods LV7: The deer head spirit sometimes confuses travelers who are lost in the forest, and uses its extraordinary charm to instill illusions in their minds, brainwashing them into their devout believers.

Son of the Forest (Passive Solidification): The ancient deer head spirit is the gatekeeper of the forest and the patron of nature. It protects animals and plants, and the forest returns its grace. When it is in it, the recovery speed of physical strength, magic power and injury is doubled.

...

Roy fell into an ice cave, his face pale.

Is this the ancient deer head essence? Even the weak version is still more perverted than imagined, the most powerful creature he has ever seen!

What to fight for? !

He was about to take out the anti-magic metal bomb, when he suddenly remembered that it had been consumed by the elf sorceress.

"Damn it!" Roy hurriedly shot an arrow at Deer Shoujing. As expected, the arrow got stuck in its tough skin. Except for a little green blood, it didn't cause much damage. harm.

The weakness of the deer head is the flame!

The witcher's advice was still in his mind.

He quickly threw the oil bottle again, so that the oil covered the body of the deer head.

But when he rushed towards the torches on the rock wall of the cave, the pair of green lantern-like eyes suddenly glared over, and the palms like the roots of the deer head snapped together and chanted a spell.

"Coax lata-"

Almost instantly—

A sturdy vine suddenly emerged from the snow, like a boa constrictor of prey, wrapping around his right foot from behind.

Pull and mention!

Hang him upside down in mid-air without any resistance!

The sudden upside-down made Roy's brain congested, and he felt dizzy for a while. What terrified him even more was that in one breath, the vines twisted from his feet to his head, wrapping him into a "human stick". Showing round eyes.

His neck was also strangled, and it became difficult for him to breathe. He suddenly remembered the nightmare that was on the verge of suffocation when he first arrived at Mahakam.

Do you mean today?

Not far away, the monster with the head of a deer stood up stiffly from its flesh and blood, and walked towards him with its two wooden stake-like thighs.

At a critical moment, three figures suddenly emerged from the woods behind the monster. It was Dulu and Diff who were chasing the white-haired dwarf. The two dragged Kelvin's arms from left to right, dragging him like a dead dog. There was a terrifying back figure outside the cave, and he raised his weapon in shock.

And the second time I saw the man who was hanged upside down, he immediately blew his beard and stared, dropped the captive, and swung the hammer and axe, like two charging rhinos, aggressively attacking the deer head...

Lushoujing didn't know what he was going to do to the young man, so he focused all his energy on him. He didn't expect the surprise attack behind him.

In the strange cry, the "petite" figure shuddered forward and almost didn't fall to the ground. The rough and tough body like tree bark was smashed out of two big pits alive, and green blood flowed out. .

Under the pain of the deer head essence, the wailing in his throat turned into a low roar, and he turned his body like a windmill and swept the two dwarves with his twisted arms.

The dwarf is short and stout, wrapped in bloated cotton and chain armor, but moves as nimble as a cat. Following the direction of the attack, he circled around the deer-headed spirit of similar height, waiting for it to exhaust its strength. , and then raised the weapons with both hands to block in front of the chest, and received the attack steadily.

It doesn't stop there.

The dwarf sank his hands subtly and adjusted the direction of his strength. The hammer head and the axe blade slipped forward along the branch-like arms of the deer head spirit, and the friction dragged out a segment of sparks, which slid to its chest and back respectively. Two more hits!

In an instant, the moss-covered surface of the Deer Shoujing cracked two huge gaps, and the emerald green blood spilled out like a fountain.

Roy, who was bound tightly and had been watching, could notice that its health had plummeted by half, leaving only 60 points.

He screamed desperately, but couldn't make a sound because his mouth was crushed by the vines.

The Deer Shoujing was thoroughly enraged this time, and recited the strange and obscure incantation again. Compared with ordinary warlocks, it has a terribly short casting time. It only needs a quick spell to activate magic, and it is difficult for ordinary people to grasp the gap between attacks.

The two dwarves have discovered the weakness of this guy. Although the strength is great, the reaction and movement speed are surprisingly slow. So he dragged his axe and warhammer around it, and the firelight reflected two scurrying figures on the ground.

It was like two cunning hyenas peeking at the prey's flaws on the grassland.

Always be ready to take a chance and take a few hard hits.

They didn't expect that two vines sticking to the snow broke out of the ground silently and launched a sneak attack from the ground.

With a flutter and a tangle, the unresponsive dwarf and Roy ended up in the same situation. They were entangled in their heels and hung upside down, turning into a "human cocoon" that kept squirming.

But this time, Lushoujing didn't intend to let go of the culprit that made it covered in green blood, and a cold light flashed from his eyes, and his withered palm suddenly released every move.

The two dwarves were lifted up suddenly by the vines, and then dropped sharply, and their heads and the ground came into intimate contact.

After a loud "bang", the vines quickly receded, and the dwarf brother slumped to the ground and fell into a deep coma.

...

"Diff, Doru!"

Roy shouted silently, a sourness welling up in his eyes.

"hateful!"

Suddenly, an arrow shot out from the entrance of the cave, hit its face, and penetrated deeply into the mask carved by the bones.

The torches showed Regan's figure. The crossbowman had black hair scattered behind his head, and his right thigh was stained with blood. He was obviously injured in the battle with the elf, but his face was still calm, and he shot an arrow smoothly. Use both hands and feet, pull the string and set the arrow to prepare the second arrow.

Behind him, the firelight projected a dashing figure onto the rock wall of the cave, and the dwarf Bernie, who had to be furious, shouted and rushed out, swinging his warhammer in the air with huge inertia and whistling. The sound of the wind hit the wailing deer head.

40 lives left.

"Morning ta-"

Lushoujing covered his wounded face with one hand, and chanted a vicious spell towards the charge.

In an instant, a strong earthy smell swelled in the air, dust and gravel rose up, and a cone-shaped thorn more than ten latitudes jumped out of the ground abruptly, forming a sloping barrier in front of the deer head. , just blocked the charging dwarf.

The dwarf couldn't hold back and slammed into it!

"boom--"

The ground trembled, and with the loud noise, the dwarf was stunned by the force of the shock, and the released weapon remained motionless.

"Snapped--"

The Lushou Jing waved his hand again to block the arrows of the crossbowman, called out the vines and entangled them, and entangled the dwarf crossbowman tightly and hanged it upside down.

At this moment, the battle came to an end. On the flat ground outside the cave were all the wounded and corpses. The only one standing was a small monster, bathed in red and green blood, with antlers on its head.

It had an arrow stuck in its pale cheek, its chest throbbing like a broken bellows, and the panting was heavy and weary.

Step by step, he walked to Roy, stared silently, his breath hit his face, exuding the fragrance of grass, blood and earth.

"Is this the smell of a tomb?"

He closed his eyes suddenly, and out of instinct, his body began to shiver involuntarily, every finger, along with the bulging blood vessels and blue veins on his neck, trembled.

Unable to control.

Waiting for the final verdict of the deer head.

But the next second he thought of the dwarf whose life and death were unknown, and a surge of anger instantly surged in his heart, as if to set him on fire, bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes, and he struggled desperately among the vines.

The struggle lasted ten seconds.

The vines covering his body unexpectedly receded like a tide.

The Lushoujing's cold, hard and withered hands pressed his spine and head respectively, and made him bend down and crawl to the ground with a huge force that could not be resisted.

His cheeks were firmly pressed against the snow-covered ground, and he was "humbly down to the dirt".

Lushoujing squatted down, raised his face, and let him look at the pupils under the white bone mask.

These eyes, with deep pity, were like a vortex, sucking all Roy's mind into it.

"Kow down to me!"

"Submit to me!"

"Believe in me!"

A composite sound made up of hundreds of male and female voices rang out strangely in my ears.

At the same time, the environment in front of him suddenly changed, and he had hallucinations.

Suddenly, he left the Carbon Mountain, left Mahakan, and came to a small village with beautiful mountains and rivers that he didn't know where he was. He became a farmer who worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. He bowed down to a deer-headed human deity enshrined in the village.

Blessed by it, the village's crops can be harvested every year, enough food and clothing, and then he married and had children, and lived a fulfilling, simple and simple happy life.

Wives, children, children of children, the whole family began to believe in it and worship it!

Generations!

until death!

"No! It's fake! It's all fake!" Roy snapped a bite on the tip of his tongue, the sharp stinging pain and the sweet smell of blood made him wake up instantly, and the words of the witcher flashed through his mind.

"The deer head spirit will plant a mark on its believers, waiting for rebirth after death."

"Want to plant a mark on me?"

An extremely absurd feeling came to his heart, and Roy struggled more violently, but the strength of the deer head was so heavy that it restrained his body and repeatedly pushed him to the ground.

After a while.

He gave up, his eyes were confused, as if he had completely surrendered, and he let the deer-headed spirit act in desperation.

The other party felt his change, and finally relaxed the strength of restraint, let him straighten his body a little, then pressed his shoulder with one hand, and stretched out a sharp wooden thorn with the other hand, scratched the clothes and skin on his back, and used blood Slowly outline the pattern of cobwebs and antlers.

"What to do? Give in to it? No, never!"

Surrender to a monster and become its "slaves" and "supplies"?

How can a witcher bow down to a monster?

A trace of confusion in Roy's eyes turned firm!

At this moment, he remembered an item in the storage space that had not been used for a long time.

"I still have a chance to make a comeback!"

A yellowish, cheese-like orb suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand - it was the vomit of the boyhunter, with properties similar to anti-magic metal, that the witcher marveled at.

Put your five fingers together and squeeze the ball tightly.

Roy raised his head and stared at the pale face of Lushoujing, with a ferocious flash in his eyes,

"Snapped!"

He suddenly broke free from restraint, propped up his body, pressed his right hand on Lushoujing's cheek, pressed the arrow, and risked everything.

It seems to be rubbed into the body, smashed, and ground into minced meat!

It stopped the drawing of the imprint, let out a hoarse wailing, and took a step back, its face seemed to be corroded by acid and billowing white smoke, its withered body trembled like a branch blown by the wind.

Roy finally broke free from the oppression, stood up, quickly took off the torch on the cave wall, and threw it at the deer head.

For a moment.

The flames ignite the grease on it! It turned into a human-shaped torch, with outstretched arms, blazing, and wailing as it leaped across the snow.

Roy's black pupils shot a cold color, holding a crossbow in one hand, biting an arrow in his mouth, constantly pulling the string to place the arrow, pulling the trigger, and changing positions.

The magic power is limited, and it is extremely weak, and the deer head essence can no longer get rid of this flame, even the most ordinary flame.

After a minute.

In the forest clearing, outside the cave, the whole body was covered with arrows, and the dark monsters fell to the ground, completely losing their vitality.

Roy looked at the charred corpse in front of him, put away his crossbow, and the corners of his eyes were inexplicably wet.

"Killing the deer head, the experience value is +200, you have unlocked a new template..."

Turned into an armpit—

Staring at the words in the template, he just breathed a sigh of relief when an extremely strong sense of crisis flooded into his heart.

The muscles all over his body suddenly tensed like a cat with fried fur, his body instinctively rotated backwards, grabbed an arrow out of thin air in his hand, and with the inertia of the rotation, he stabbed back sharply—

The feeling of puncturing the hydration bag.

The white-haired dwarf clutched the blood gushing from his neck, his pale beard dyed blood red, and took away all his vitality, he stumbled back two steps, staring at the young human, the face he hated,

His long and narrow eyes were filled with hatred and anger.

Why did the body lose control at the last moment of the shot, and what was the blood-colored light surging behind the opponent?

"Uh... you... chop!" Kelvin Huo's blood-stained lip whiskers trembled, and he murmured the last words of his life.

The dagger in his hand fell to the ground, his extremely complicated expression completely solidified, and he fell straight back.

Dead restless.

"Kill Kelvin Hogg, experience +20!"

...

Roy slumped down on the snow, his mind and body, boundless fatigue and pain resurfaced, and then his face tightened.

"Bernie!"

"Diff!"

"Dru!"

"Boss Regan! How are you?" He couldn't help but lowered his head and choked out.

After a while, there was a response from the surroundings.

"Don't worry...cough...we have rough skin and thick flesh, and it's not that easy to die!" The dwarf crossbowman gasped and barely supported his body.

"Help me get them up!"

The two quickly checked the three dwarves lying on the ground.

As relieved.

"All alive, just passed out!"

"But Kelvin Hogg is dead, I'm afraid it will be a little troublesome." Regan helped Bernie up, and his carrot-thick thumb pressed hard between his nose and lips, and a trace of worry appeared on his face.

"He was killed by my own hands, even if he pushed me!" Roy said without doubt, "I'm not a person from Carbon Mountain anyway. After I leave, the first elder will not care!"