The Divine Hunter

With the sound of "Boom", the rock walls returning to the Tanshan Wine Cellar were completely closed. Now the witcher and Roy were cut off from retreating, and they could only focus on carrying the torches to explore the way forward.

The Smirk mine is narrow and winding, just enough to accommodate two people walking side by side. This man-made mine tunnel is not very strong due to its disrepair and disrepair. If the footsteps are slightly larger, gravel will slide off the top of the mine tunnel, and people have to worry that it will suddenly collapse.

Lesso and Roy carefully restrained their footsteps, and walked forward for about five minutes. Sleeping quietly on the edge of a rock wall.

"Browval really kept his promise, and it's worth it for us to be a pioneer for Carbon Mountain."

The witcher used the Axifa Seal to ask the truth from the dwarves just now.

Broval Hogg was not determined to kill them, but he was furious at the death of his illegitimate son. Paying away the monsters in the mine tunnel, and at the same time expressing a bad breath for myself

Leave that dinner party for their own entertainment!

Demon hunters are not uncommon, and they are not interested in sticking to cold buttocks with a hot face, and would rather choose the mine!

The sword was lost and found, and Roy couldn't help but slightly changed his distaste for the Great Elder Mahakam, but the witcher scoffed, "You think too much, he just thinks that owning this ancient Willisl can squeeze us to a greater extent. remaining value."

"Anyway, the sword matches the hero. With it, it is more likely to pass the mine road smoothly!" Roy stepped forward and held the hilt of the sword.

The hand was slightly heavy, his expression froze, and the palm of his hand pulled out with force, and a blade that was so smooth that no flaws could be seen revealed the dark scabbard.

The blade is like an autumn water, flickering with a faint blue light, and the body of the sword is humming and whispering, as if there is a soul sealed in the scabbard, cheering for breaking out of the cage.

The young man held the hilt of the sword in one hand, the body of the sword in the other hand, tilted his head, looked parallel to the body of the sword, and held the sides of the sword with both hands, and squeezed hard: the body of the sword was straight and smooth. , The sword grid is engraved with exquisite patterns, and the hilt is neither long nor short, so that both hands can be held together, and it can also be used with one hand. The specification is between the long sword and the one-handed sword, and it is closer to the half-handed sword.

There is no concave blood groove in the center of the sword, but a raised sword ridge instead, which makes the sword body more sturdy. , and then move forward until the blade at the tip of the blade forms an acute isosceles triangle.

He couldn't be more satisfied, and a message flashed in the career template:

You got the steel sword Guvisher, meets the criteria, is it bound?

Goodwill

Type: Steel Sword

Material: dark iron, lava, meteorite iron, leather, pine wood, powerful monster organization.

Features: 3.06 pounds, 9.3 inches (0.23 m) shank, 36 inches (0.91 m) body,

Enchanting—

Cycling: Each time an enemy is killed, a small amount of stamina is instantly restored to the wielder.

Is it bound?

Yes, confirm binding!

In an instant, a wave invisible to the naked eye ran through Roy's body along the long blade, like an electric current. His whole body was jolted, and suddenly he felt a mysterious and mysterious induction with Guweihir in his hand. A blood-connected intimacy.

Closing his eyes, in the pitch-black field of vision, there was an eye-catching, blue light-emitting strip - Roy suddenly had a strong intuition, no matter how far apart he was, he could feel the location of Guvisher. He couldn't help but be intoxicated for a moment with the long sword in his arms.

——

After waiting for his hand addiction, he reluctantly handed the long sword to the witcher. He has not learned any sword skills yet. At this stage, it is only a waste of time to keep this sword.

"Lesso,

I'll lend it to you temporarily. "

As long as the other party carries this sword, he can know his position at any time, and he will not be scattered in the mine tunnel.

The witcher took the sword preciously and held it up to observe, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, no matter from which aspect, Guvisher was more perfect than the steel sword he was using now, "Little devil, this is obviously cloth. When did the sword Roval gave me, when did it become yours?"

"Haha...Isn't mine from the academy?" Roy said with a shy face, "The same is true of the academy, so you don't need to be so clear about it!"

Anyway, he has bound Guvihir, and he can withdraw the sword anytime and anywhere with just a thought.

The witcher's eyes twitched, "You haven't learned swordsmanship for the time being. You may have a few fierce battles later. I'll use this thing first." Bring it to complement another steel sword.

"When you get out of the mine, I should teach you swordsmanship when you have time."

The two of them put their hearts down a little and continued to walk along the mine road. The witcher held a torch in front of him, and Roy held a crossbow and kept a shooting stance behind him.

Walked about half an hour.

The sloping terrain gradually flattened, and the tunnel became more spacious. Finally, the two jumped down a step and entered a spacious cave.

This is an artificially excavated cave. On the stone wall in front, several tunnels are lined up in front of the two of them.

The rotten stone platforms in the cave, the shovels scattered on the ground, the broken tents, clothing, the oil lamps and torches hanging on the four walls, are all lively scenes that used to be crowded in the description.

On the corners and side walls, minerals of different colors grow, and some of them exude a mild blue light, which is extremely beautiful and mysterious.

"Tsk tsk..." Lesuo picked up one of the pieces to play with, and couldn't help but admire, "No wonder the dwarves did everything possible to drive us in to explore the way, even if they paid a divine sword."

"Bullshit mined-out abandoned mine - this is a bonanza, and its value is incalculable!"

"No, it smells weird."

On the other side, Roy, who was lighting the torches on all sides, suddenly staggered, lowered his head and widened his eyes.

"Corpse?"

A highly decomposed corpse studded with bones and minced flesh tumbled out of the kicked tent cloth.

Lesso put down the ore and groped for a while on the corpse without disdain, "The temperature in the mine is much higher than the outside world, otherwise in the environment of Carbon Mountain, this corpse would not have reached this level of corruption. But it seems that The time of death does not exceed one month."

"what do you mean?"

The witcher said in a low voice, "In addition to us, the dwarves of Carbon Mountain also sent other humans into Smyrke to explore the way - or to die!"

"So, on the surface, Elder Broval lives in peace with humans," Roy said with difficulty. "Actually, he still regards human miners as cannon fodder."

There are differences in kinship, dwarves and humans are two races after all.

Leto ignored Roy's complicated expression and continued to analyze the corpse.

"Human, male, around 30 years old - right calf and entire left arm violently torn off, gutted, distinctive tooth and claw marks found on intact skin on neck."

"Come and see-"

Roy squatted down and checked it carefully again. The witcher's teachings and the records he read in the notes quickly passed through his mind.

"This kind of injury, the murderer, the murderer should belong to the ogre, but what kind of it is?"

"Pay attention to what's on the left--" Roy followed the witcher's guide and saw a light blue fungus plant in the right corner.

"Long Lubo grass?"

"Remember, I once said that most of the places where monsters often haunt have their nemesis!"

Roy's eyes lit up, "Long Lubocao can be equipped with ghoul sword oil, the monster in that hole is a ghoul? No, the scars on the corpse are not like ghouls, but evil spirits!"

As soon as he finished speaking, in the well-connected mine tunnel, he did not know that a sharp and piercing cry suddenly came out of the tunnel, interrupting his muttering.

"Ready to fight!"

"Just try the sword!"

The witcher stood up suddenly, grasped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and swung Guvhir forward.

At this moment, it seems that the air is trembling under the sharp blade of the sword!