The Divine Hunter

In the dark night, the light of the torches illuminated the graves that had been dug by violence. The strange thing was that most of the graves still lay scattered white bones, and there were only a few scattered graves without a trace of the bones. .

"All the corpses disappear are new graves!"

Thinking about the scene in front of him, Roy thought of an extremely greedy, bloodthirsty monster-ghoul.

If there are ghouls in the cemetery, it's a tricky situation even for witchers, let alone ordinary people like them.

"There is danger here, everyone leave first!" As soon as Roy's hurried voice fell, a strange whirring sound came from everyone's ears, as if someone was twitching a whip against the air.

One second, two seconds.

The burly butcher groaned suddenly, like a fish caught by a hook, his limbs stretched back and spasmodically stretched, and he was pulled again, staggering forward two steps.

At this time, the torches in the hands of the few people shone a long, flesh-colored object across the night sky - ghostly ejected from the dark night, like a sharp arrow piercing the butcher's shoulder, tearing a huge gap .

The first to return to God, the Pusig steel sword slashed upwards, but the long object was released first, and it shrunk into the dark night where the fire could not shine.

"What the hell?!" Several people hurriedly formed a circle, surrounding the injured in the middle.

The butcher was sweating profusely in pain, and his teeth were about to shatter. He desperately covered the huge wound, and the blood was still gushing out like a spring. The body begins to weaken, and life flies by quickly. He already had a premonition of his fate.

"I can't do it anymore, run away! Leave me alone." After the butcher finished speaking, he pushed the crowd away and rushed into the night alone.

The oldest old Jack looked around, a ruthless look flashed in his one eye.

"Escape! If you can walk, one will be counted, and if you save your life, you will have a chance to find this ghost to settle the account!"

Several people followed him and ran wild.

Roy was dragged by the blacksmith for a while before he calmed down, still trembling, "That thing is definitely not a ghoul, what is it?" He looked back suddenly, and vaguely saw a rickety humanoid creature . That thing didn't have the streamlined body of a cheetah, and even looked bloated and potbellied like an old woman who was six months pregnant, but it ran faster than a cheetah.

It kept going around the crowd, dragging afterimages in the cemetery in the dark night, like a gust of wind. Enjoy the hunt while taunting.

"Collecting corpses, hunched like an old woman, spitting out a long tongue, living in a tomb." These clues were linked together, and Roy had a vague guess. Seeing that he was still absent-minded, Old Jack couldn't help but slap him hard, "Don't be in a daze, Roy, run, don't think about anything, run!" The strength of the sprint to the cemetery gate!

It's close at hand, and it's almost leaving the hellish cemetery.

A ghostly figure descended from the sky with the sound of rustling wind and stopped abruptly in front of several people. The face was covered with moss and sarcomas, and it was hideous and ugly.

The cyan-black skin exuded the stench of corpse, covered with mottled scales, and the limbs were long and claws like a sickle, stained with a thick layer of blood-stained flesh.

The evil witch in the fairy tale, the old woman disfigured by the fire, and the ghost in the nightmare cannot describe its horror.

It opened its deformed arms towards the four, and smiled, revealing a mouth full of jagged black teeth. The disgusting body is like a mountain of meat, insurmountable.

Done!

A wave of despair rose in the hearts of several people at the same time, but they were not reconciled!

Old Jack, the blacksmith, and the night watchman held the steel sword in both hands, Roy took out the hand crossbow, and gritted his teeth to wind the arrow stained with wolf blood.

At this moment, a figure suddenly shot out from the slanted ground, bumped into the monster by the waist, and unexpectedly crushed it to the ground.

The butcher was covered in blood, with a crazy expression, and his hands desperately pressed the monster's bloody mouth.

"Come on, look for the witcher! Avenge me, avenge Brandon!"

After guessing the fate of the child, the poor father was determined to live and die. The only family is gone, what's the point of being alive?

As soon as he finished speaking, the monster broke free from restraint, kicked him like a sandbag, and fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. It was particularly dissatisfied. It seemed to be completely attracted to hatred. It ignored the four of Roy and continued to pounce on the fallen butcher.

The deformed claws danced into afterimages, and the swaying firelight flew with flesh and blood, and it would tear the opponent into eight pieces.

"Old man, be a hero yourself, let me be a coward?" The blacksmith Pusig suddenly raised his steel sword high, and his jujube red face revealed a determination, "Boss, take Roy away! Skerry Jie is only a man who died in battle, not a coward who flinches!" Before waiting for the three to react, Pusig rushed back to the cemetery without hesitation, stabbing his long sword at the back of the raging ghost.

Old Jack and the night watchman grabbed Roy, who was struggling to aim with a crossbow, "Let's go, kid, don't let their sacrifices be in vain."

Roy stopped struggling, put down his crossbow arrow, and escaped from the cemetery with the two of them with uncontrollable sourness in his nose.

The three of them ran wild, not even daring to look back, until they were about to fall apart, and the bright fire of Kaye Village appeared in the field of vision.

This light was like a signal flare, instantly detonating the tiredness and pain lurking in Roy's body. He only felt that his mind was muddy, his feet were soft, and he suddenly fainted.

"Roy?" Jack hurriedly helped him up. Seeing that his face was red and his eyes were closed, he probed his forehead, which was hot. In the cold night, he had been busy in the wilderness for a long time, without getting enough rest, spending a lot of physical and mental energy, plus the pressure caused by the wild wolf and the terrifying monster, Old Jack can fully understand it.

"He's still a child." Thompson sighed and returned to the village with Roy on his back.

The village chief with gray hair in his fifties and a few villagers came out to greet him. Seeing that the three of them were dirty and embarrassed, their old faces were full of bitterness, and he tentatively said,

"Fletcher and Pusig..."

"They can't come back." Jack pinched his temple alone, his wrinkled face full of pain, mixed with a trace of fear.

"Village Chief, you're right, the wilderness at night is too dangerous. We went to the cemetery to find Brandon, but we were attacked by a terrifying monster. You must immediately warn everyone and stop approaching the cemetery."

Old Jack paced a few steps in place, and said bitterly, "That monster can't be dealt with by ordinary people, so you must hire a witcher!"

"Tomorrow, send someone to post notices in the city!" Several villagers who heard the sound nodded hastily, "Don't let that thing harass the village."

It is not destined to be peaceful tonight, and every household is woken up by the village head and warned.

The originally peaceful and peaceful village of Kaye became chaotic because of this sudden accident.

And Roy was sent home by Jack, and has been in a coma with a high fever.