The Game of Demon Hunter

Cavalier Bart rushed here with some of the guards drawn from the door, and saw Mr. Marx struggling to stand up against the wall, with one leg bent forward at a strange angle.

Li Yanlong and another Siris ranger silently looked at a big hole in the middle of the square. The witch Althea was standing next to a group of submissive militiamen. A crow made of flames circled around her twice and dissipated into the air with a whine. middle.

"Come here, someone! Give me a hand!" The witcher carried his long sword on his back, exposed half of his body in the cave, and stretched out a hand to the people outside.

Seeing that the others were not moving, the knight Bart stepped forward and pulled the witcher, but the opponent's hands were so slippery that the knight almost didn't hold him. The experienced Mr. Bart glanced into the cave with an expression as if he had eaten a live toad, and he frowned and pulled the witcher up.

"Bah!" The witcher moved his body, and it looked like he was swimming in a large dyeing vat of various pigments. The blood of those deformed creatures seemed to be differentiated according to the race of the upper body, and there were various colors. After mixing with the blood of the witcher, it fell to the ground and burned quietly: "Thank you, I almost didn't have the strength to climb up. "

"Clean up this place and fill this hole." The witcher twisted his hair, removed half of the ear stuck to his face with his hands, and gave an order to the militiamen next to him.

More than one militiaman vomited out on the spot, but under the watchful eyes of the witcher, none of them dared to look up, quickly went to get the tools and came back to work. Of course, when filling the pit, more people vomited, but fortunately, they could fill in the pit by the way after they vomited.

"Mr. Marx, are you alright?" The witcher walked up to Marx and watched as his right leg was completely deformed. Even the slender tentacle possessed enormous strength and could easily snap a person's leg. , as it is now.

"It's okay, it's just a broken bone, and it won't kill me! This time, I think everyone knows what we are going to face." Marx smiled self-deprecatingly: "I killed those people, if it wasn't for me Gathering them together, I'm afraid there won't be such a large casualty."

The witcher leaned against the wall and slowly sat beside Max, leaving a colorful mark on the wall: "It's not your fault, no one knows that those things will attack at that time, even without you , according to the population density here, no matter when, it will cause huge casualties."

"What's more, without you, most of the people here would not be able to live at all." The witcher took off his coat and wrung the blood from his clothes vigorously: "You have done a good job, The last time I saw you, you were just..."

"Garbage? Social scum? Don't be ashamed to tell the truth, my friend, if it weren't for you, I would still be living in such a muddle." Marx readily said the word that the witcher didn't say: "Since then After one time, I seemed to see through the whole world at once, this world is like a book, spread out in front of my eyes, for me to read!"

When he said this, there seemed to be light in Marx's eyes. Obviously, that memory was a good one for him.

Marx laughed a few times: "You may not believe it, but I couldn't read at that time! So, I think I need to be literate. Knowledge is recorded in words. If I want to record my thoughts, I need to be literate. Then in five minutes I learned to read and write like they were already in my head."

"Sometimes, talent or adventure is not a good thing, especially in this world." The witcher put his long sword aside, and carefully cleaned the flesh and blood on the decorations on the sword.

"I understand, are you talking about chaos?" Maxi moved his position slightly to make himself more comfortable: "I understand your worry, witcher. You don't need to be so cautious, I understand, I saw it It, Chaos, that great shadow, hangs over our world, and I can see the panicked faces and feeble natures of the gods."

Marx's words made the witcher grip his weapon tightly. The name of this person and what he did made him feel as if he found an old book he had read in childhood in a strange house, and he felt very cordial.

Therefore, the witcher's tone carried a warning: "Since you understand everything, then you should know that your thoughts are dangerous, Mike."

"Come on, even someone like me, a gangster who has never stepped out of this city, can see the power of chaos." Marx's tone was still so calm, as if he knew everything in the world: "I can see the power of chaos." The power contained in the darkness can also discover the greatness hidden in the darkness."

The witcher's breathing quickened, and he cleaned his long sword more silently.

"Nostalgia for the past, longing for knowledge, thirst for knowledge, but Saint Tzeentch is not troubled?" Marx looked at the witcher with a smile: "Don't be nervous, my friend, I know your duty, and I know that this world is going on." are in danger, but even the staunchest fighters are doubting their chances of rebelling."

The witcher looked at Max with interrogating eyes, waiting for his next words.

"This world is like a book, and all the truths are placed in front of me. I have infinite power at my fingertips." Marx leaned on the wall and stood upright. His voice was loud, as if he was questioning the whole world: "And A being that is far greater than the gods also offered me an olive branch, but I looked at myself with that insightful gaze."

The witcher could hardly look directly into Max's eyes, he saw that the eyes of the other party were like real light, so dazzling.

"I want to see what I am! In the depths of my heart, what am I longing for?" Max looked beyond the witcher to the sky: "I saw a little bastard, I saw Mike, an ordinary person, a living person who is no different from other people, and there are countless ordinary people like me! In the end, they, no, we make up this world."

Retracting his gaze, Marx looked at the witcher and said, "The essence of human beings is not an abstraction inherent in a single person. In fact, it is the sum of all social relations. I rejected its temptation, and as a human being, when Bear the weight."

PS: Driving in winter feels much slower than in summer. . . It's a little late again~

PS: Thank you book friend @决狗的阴龙 for your tip