The Game of Demon Hunter

Two streets away from the shelter camp, a Bulge observation post. The militiamen demolished the surrounding buildings and used these materials to build a simple barricade. Four militiamen were observing the surroundings in the barricade.

"Captain, Master Mancini's team has been out for almost an hour, should we report?" A militiaman asked worriedly to the only captain wearing chain mail inside the barricade.

This captain was one of the few superhumans in the camp. He had cultivated his own farm in the Black Forest back then, but he chose the territory of a berserk badger as his site. Although he recovered his life, he still lost an arm. As a crossbowman, he had to return to Port Antony to make a living.

"You're right, it's so fucking quiet here, I feel something is wrong." The one-armed captain looked at the surrounding streets and houses. The silence reminded him of the day when he was attacked by a raging badger in the jungle. It was also so quiet, as if the surrounding air had frozen.

"You take Mike, Harris and the others go back and report that there is a problem here, so that the camp will be ready." The one-armed captain decided to trust his own judgment and let these young men retreat.

"What about you, captain?" the young man in the lead asked, looking at the one-armed captain who was still in the barricade.

"Mancini's team may be back soon, I'll wait for them here. And we can't even see the shadows of those monsters, we all retreat, I can't afford to lose that man." The one-armed captain's opponent The militiaman under said: "If I don't go back after half an hour or send someone to report, you know what to do."

Just when the captain and the militia were giving orders, a weak female voice came from behind the wall in a distant house that had been mostly demolished: "Please help me..."

The one-armed captain and his militiamen looked at each other in blank dismay. All the surrounding buildings had been searched by the militiamen. Even the gates had been removed to build a defensive wall. There was nothing in that house for a long time! The captain was sure, because he had searched the house himself.

"Captain, what should we do?" Several militiamen clenched the improvised spears in their hands. The monsters they repelled before dawn caused the militia to suffer heavy casualties. If it weren't for the leading knights and Ranger, I'm afraid the camp can't hold on until now.

"Please help me..." The voice from behind the wall came through again, and the experienced captain found that the woman's voice was exactly the same as last time, both in pronunciation and intonation, without any fluctuations. way to do it.

"It seems that those monsters have new ideas, but I still have to go and have a look. We can't be ignorant of their new tricks, or the camp will be in danger!" The one-armed captain looked at the militiamen behind him: "I need someone to go with me, the others to be ready to run, run to the camp if anything goes wrong, and tell them what happened!"

"I'll go with you, captain!" The leading militiaman stood up without hesitation, the captain nodded to him, and the two of them stooped and approached the house quietly.

"Are you injured?" The one-armed captain carefully looked in from the outside of the room. The room was so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Please help me..." It was the same voice, repeating the words like a repeater, the captain winked at the militiaman who came with him, and the young militiaman threw the stone into the room forcefully. It landed in the room with a thud.

In the shadow of the room, a pale-skinned woman came out unsteadily, with a pair of red eyes, and her two arms turned into sharp jointed limbs at a speed visible to the naked eye, crossing her chest and screaming: " Please save me!"

The one-armed captain immediately dragged the subordinate next to him and ran backwards, while shouting to several militiamen in the distance: "Run!"

However, several monsters with human appearance suddenly appeared from the other side, catching up with the panicked militiamen at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary people, and piercing their heads with horny forelimbs.

"No!" The one-armed captain turned around and threw the female mutant who had rushed to him, and shouted to the only militiaman who was still alive: "Run! You must go back alive and tell Mr. Marx what happened here!"

In the aristocratic district of Antonida Port, a team of city guards is patrolling the streets. There have been too many accidents recently, making the whole city uneasy, and even the city guards who are usually pampered and pampered get up earlier than chickens, patrolling the streets over and over again.

"Please help me..." A weak voice came from the alley beside the road. Under the leadership of the officer, a group of seven patrols walked into the alley along the voice, lost news.

At the same time, in the cave, the ranger stretched out his hand and shot the last arrow in his quiver, nailing a tentacle protruding from the soil above to the wall: "I didn't find anything, it's not in the five hundred meters around range, I think it played us! It's a trap!"

The witcher turned his attention to the witch, and Althea shook his head: "I didn't find anything, this monster didn't use any void power."

The witch looked a little embarrassed at this time. As a spellcaster, whenever she casts a spell, the resulting void vibrations attract hordes of aberrations and tentacles. Along the way, she had to rely on her own physical strength to keep up with the team, and only maintained a small lighting spell with the minimum consumption, providing the team with lighting equivalent to a torch.

The witcher squatted on the ground, carefully searching for traces on the ground inch by inch. Relying on [low-light vision], he could clearly see the marks on the ground repeatedly crushed by tentacles.

He can find a guerrilla hiding in the rainforest by relying on the trace left half a month ago, and he can find a member of the resistance organization who has been lurking for many years in the city through clues! But he couldn't figure out which one he was looking for among a bunch of tentacles, because there was never any course or training to teach him how to track a huge tentacle!

The silver-haired witch held the witcher's hand: "I feel that you are a little irritable, calm down. Remember, among the futures I saw, there is a future where we solve this disaster."

Phew, the witcher took a deep breath. This situation beyond his control made him a little at a loss, which was not the emotion he should have.

Then, he found a human footprint, more than half of which was swept away by the trace left by a passing tentacle, leaving only the front half of the foot less than five centimeters, so he could find it immediately.

Judging from the size of the footprints and the shape of the shoes, this is the footprint left by a battle nun!

PS: I wish you all a good sleep tomorrow~