The Game of Demon Hunter

The ranger opened his bow and fired an arrow, and the precise arrow shot through the rope. Before the body of the militiaman hit the ground, the ranger had already flew under the body and caught the body.

He knew the hanged man, although he couldn't remember his name, but Ranger knew this face. He was one of the first ten people in the camp to learn archery from him, and he was probably one of the few apprentices who could continue to fight.

"We left here ten minutes ago." The young Carl held a self-made dagger, carefully observed the surroundings, and said to the witcher: "My father will not leave just like this, he will definitely give it to him." I left some traces."

The witcher nodded at the boy. His father, Rick Grimes, was a seasoned guy, and he and his son left a deep impression on the witcher.

But even real professionals would be caught off guard when faced with the power of chaos. Xu Yichen carefully checked the surrounding traces, trying to find out where Marx was going.

The ranger closed the eyes of his last apprentice with his fingers. Although they hadn't known each other for a long time, these ten people had always treated him with great respect. They told Ranger that before this, no professional would teach them fighting skills, and they were very grateful to him.

According to the concept of the Seres people, one day is a teacher and one day is a father. Most of those he taught had died fighting the aberrations that night. He was sad, but not angry, but this one was different.

To die on the battlefield is the destination of a soldier, whether he is ready or not, but war is war.

And he was tied hands and feet, cut the corner of his mouth, and hanged on this pillar. When he was alive, he suffered a lot of torture and was tortured to death.

The ranger dipped his finger in the blood of his apprentice, and drew a complicated pattern on his face, which represented that he wanted to avenge his apprentice until he died.

[Old Enemy: Designate a certain type of enemy as your old enemy, and you will cause extra damage when targeting this type of enemy. Please select your nemesis type. ] (professional talent)

"Choose type: Chaos...type error...cannot be selected"

"Choose type: Chaos... Wrong type... Trigger talent mutation task."

【Blood Debt and Blood Repayment: The young man who asked you for advice on how to maintain a bowstring yesterday has turned into a corpse, a corpse that has been maliciously desecrated. Anger builds in your chest, and even the peaceful ranger's heart cannot contain it. That being the case, let's pay with blood and find the murderer! Sentence her to death! 】

"I found her position, head." The ranger put down the corpse in his hand, and said in a cold tone: "Now this is not just your business, nun, one of your traitors is mine."

On the other side, the young Carl found a mark carved with a dagger in the corner: "This is the mark left by my father. This mark represents that my father followed their traces and went in this direction!"

The witcher looked at the ranger, then at the young Karl, and the two pointed in completely different directions.

"It seems that we need to split into two groups." The witcher said to Sister Silence, "Carl and I will go together, and the ranger will lead you to find another group of traitors!"

The ranger nodded, sorted out the arrows he had just collected from the militiamen, and put them in his quiver one by one.

"No, I'm with you all the way, I must make sure that there are my people on each side, the traitors must be cleaned up! We will do it ourselves!" Celestine said: "Misar is an excellent fighter, but also a She is a senior clerical nun, she is very powerful, especially since she has turned to Chaos now, you may not be able to fight her alone."

"Don't forget that I brought you all down alone." The witcher said proudly: "Perhaps you should care more about your people. If that Sister Missal is not on my way, how should you fight her?"

"Don't be too complacent. What you saw just now is not the full power of the nun. We are fighters against chaos. We naturally have our own way to solve the chaos." The silent nun gradually adapted to speaking, and now she is becoming more and more fluent : "We are professional and have rich experience."

"Don't forget my profession, I am a witcher." Despite saying this, Xu Yichen did not refuse Sister Silence's request.

"I know, you are a witcher, but you are just an apprentice. Don't deny it, I know them well, and I can almost name every witcher, and your name is not among those names." Followed Behind the witcher, the nun of silence said: "Maybe most of the existing witchers are not as good as you, but you are still a novice, and you are far behind in experience."

"Witch hunters do not rely on strength to fight against chaos, but experience, the experience accumulated by generations of old hunters and victims." Celestine said meaningfully: "If you rely solely on brute force, your The pulse has already been cut off."

The witcher didn't answer her, but nodded at the ranger.

In this way, the team was divided into two parts, and they searched in two different directions. No matter which side, they were full of anger, looking for traces of chaos.

In a tunnel dug out by those tentacles, Boss Pok was instructing his two subordinates to release the wind at the exit.

Behind him, the injured Karl Marx was leaning weakly against the wall.

When the attack happened, the mercenary Mancini blocked the attack of the fallen nuns almost immediately. But Marx was stabbed in the lower abdomen by the nun because he was too close.

Under the desperate resistance of Mancini and his men, the militiamen took the wounded Marx, fought and retreated, and finally separated at a crossroads.

As luck would have it, it was the Boss Polk who finally led Mr. Marx out of danger.

"Old friend, long time no see. I didn't expect it to be like this when we meet again." Max said weakly. The fallen nun's weapon was stained with the power of chaos, which made Max's wound unable to heal. Black traces of corruption spread towards the heart along the blood vessels around the wound.

"Mike, can I still call you that? I think I'm more used to it, haha." Leaning against the wall, Boss Pork listened to his lungs panting like a bellows. killed him.

"Of course, my friend. Why not? I know you have a lot of doubts." Max smiled weakly and spat out a mouthful of black blood: "Do you want to know my secret? Old friend?"

PS: Which speech software I use today, I feel that the recognition rate is still good, but the punctuation marks need to be added by myself, but reading novels is a bit shameful. . .

PS Thanks for the reward from book friend @晚混的应龙

PS: Tomorrow maybe the chapter at 7:00 will be released together at 12:00, because I have to drive out tomorrow, I may not be able to code it out in time, sorry