The Game of Demon Hunter

"Besides us, there are people here. They should be the nuns who came to the slums to catch witches." The witcher carefully looked at the footprints on the ground, and pointed to the passage on the right: "But there is only one person's footprints, she We got here one step ahead and chose this path to move on.”

The witcher looked back at Effilar: "In the fragments of the future, have you seen a fragment about this nun? Can she lead us to the goal?"

Before the witch could answer, the witcher made a choice. Even the worst choice is better than no choice. At this time, there is no time to hesitate: "Let's follow her and see if we can find anything. I hope we can still find something." There is time to stop the disaster before it expands."

The silver-haired witch nodded, expressing her support for the witcher's decision, and helped Althea who was panting beside her. Compared to the other witch, Effilar didn't seem to feel the sweltering heat underground, and his whole body was still in good condition.

The witcher brushed away the hair sticking to his forehead, and looked at the ranger a few meters away who was on guard. The ranger took off the hood he had been wearing all the time, sweat dripping down his temples.

"I listen to you, boss. You have the final say. The sooner this damn mission ends, the better." The ranger has had enough of the environment here, and he doesn't want to stay for a minute longer.

The witcher nodded, put his weapon on his shoulders, and walked into the passage first, waving it from time to time, the flame on the blade flashed and illuminated the entire passage.

Ingrid hurriedly walked in the hot and humid underground passage, and the creeps that appeared in the passage from time to time made the nun feel like she was walking in the intestines of some huge monster. The pair of military boots with delicate patterns had already been covered by mud, and its owner was holding a dim lighting crystal, trampling over the muddy ground.

The nun's heavy panting sounded back in the passage, and Ingrid walked forward slowly, holding on to the wall of the passage with her right hand. The heavy armor had long been abandoned in the previous chaos, and now she was accompanied only by her long sword.

Bits of red spread on the nun's close-fitting soft armor, and the simply bandaged wound between her waist and abdomen constantly tested her will along with her activities.

"Great Witch King, with boundless magic power. Witch King, please save us from suffering, from plague, deception, temptation, save us!" The nun gritted her teeth and walked forward in the passage, reciting the Holy Spirit of the Sisters. Said: "Save us from the panic of mutants. Please bestow eternal glory on those who died in battle."

Low prayers swirled around Ingrid's throat, constantly giving her spiritual support, but this could not replace her constantly passing life and physical strength. Ingrid is an excellent combat nun. Although she has not served on the Scarlet Shroud for a long time, her combat exploits have already made her stand out among the nuns.

She knew that her body was on the verge of collapse, and she might lose her strength in the next minute. She fell to the ground and died in painful struggle. There was no farewell ceremony, no pure tombstone, and no one even knew.

"There is no glory at all!" The nun gritted her teeth, her eyes seemed to be full of flames: "I must go out! The traitor must be punished, my sisters must be warned, and Lord Celeste must be known, shameful traitors are hiding among us!"

The witcher stroked the marks on the wall, grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground, and crushed it finely. The condition of the nun was very bad. He found that bloodstains began to appear on the ground. If the nun hadn't been attacked here, or the previous wound had burst open, judging from the amount of bleeding, the nun's injury was very serious.

"May the Witch King save her." The silver-haired witch Effilar lowered her head and prayed, but this sentence aroused Altea's dissatisfaction.

"Don't forget, you are also a witch now, on the Witch King's list!" Although she was very dissatisfied, the witch still restrained her tone, because the other party was the person whom the Witch Union had been looking for for decades.

Effilar smiled: "Don't get excited, Altea, you can't expect me to completely abandon my previous identity in just a few months. I have been a nun for many years, and the Witch King is very concerned about this Essential to the world, they are not entirely evil."

The witch Althea tightly pursed her lips, and did not answer Effilar's words, but judging from her refusal of the other party's support, the witch obviously disagreed with Eferal's words.

Sister Ingrid was extremely tired. Her body kept sending alarms to her brain, hoping to take a rest, but the nun knew that once she stopped, she might never be able to stand up again. She has a mission in her body, and it is the chance that a dozen fearless sisters exchanged their lives for her to escape from that traitor.

The traitor who needs to be destroyed is still in the world, she cannot die—at least not now, she cannot die like this: "Witch King, please give me another chance, in their eyes, you are the spokesperson of death, and you will not let go Over a blasphemer!"

In the hoarse voice, the nun struggled to take her own steps and walked forward.

"Boss, what do the nuns and witches you mentioned have anything to do with this disaster?" The ranger who was in charge of covering behind asked the witcher his own question, taking advantage of the fact that there were no mutants chasing up to disturb him.

The ranger's question made the two witches silently look at the witcher, waiting for his answer. This is a very complicated issue. Fundamentally speaking, the battle between the witches and the nuns is the direct cause of this disaster that may destroy the entire city.

The interests of the two parties are different. To some extent, the behavior of the nuns has maintained the security of the entire world, but the witches are obviously unwilling to sit still. This problem has plagued all forces for many years. Witches and Warlocks, a pair of professions that are naturally favored by chaos, are inherently unstable factors and often become the fuse of chaos erosion incidents.

But in order to prove themselves, witches and warlocks have always stood at the forefront in the battle against chaos, and paid a very tragic price. The line of warlocks was almost interrupted in the last battle to clear the chaos-contaminated area inherited.

In addition to catching these children of disaster all over the world, the nuns also showed a precious spirit of jealousy and death when they wiped out chaos. Although they often attack with friendly troops, the Witch King behind them is a group of people standing at the top of the world, and no one can ignore their contribution in this battle to defend the world.

Therefore, most forces treated the existence of nuns and witches coldly and turned a blind eye.

PS: Playing mahjong at night~ Joyful, by the way, I found that the number of votes doubled after I asked for votes. Is there someone who often forgets to vote like me?

PS: Thanks to the book friend @幽隐者 for the reward