The Game of Demon Hunter

The witcher shook his coat that had been baked by the high temperature, and the scorched textiles on his arms fell all over the floor, while the red-robed spellcaster opposite him knelt on the ground and retched.

"Head, Vittoria is fine." Li Bingheng's voice came from behind, making the witcher stop in front of the red-robed spellcaster, and [Gnar's Great Flaming Sword] rested on the opponent's shoulder superior.

"Who are you?" The demon hunter looked down at this young man. The other party's age did not seem to be more than twenty-five years old, but in the previous moment of confrontation, he showed a good quality.

"My name is Werther, the great Witch King omnic? A fifth-level mage under Turing's seat." The red-robed spellcaster stood up with an ugly face: "Your employer, your commander for the next few days, your spell support By."

"Oh?" The witcher rubbed his long sword on the opponent's shoulder: "I'm really sorry, I overreacted."

"Go back to your seats, mercenaries, I paid you to come here, not to let you fight each other before the battle begins." Mage Werther glanced at a few Serisians: "After a while, you A few follow me and are responsible for protecting my safety, and the commission will increase by 10%."

"There are still ten minutes to land, and there are endless battles waiting for you." Mage Werther returned to his cabin with a sneer.

"Landing?" Li Yanlong looked at the surrounding teammates suspiciously: "Did he just say landing?"

Ten minutes later, this question was answered. As the closed cabin opened a passage from the side, sunlight and heat waves rushed in from the outside, and a group of people walked out of the wooden cabin.

In a grand canyon, thousands of mercenaries and armed soldiers were gathered here, and after reorganization, they were led by mages and put into the long front against the Tyranids.

When the last mercenary in the cabin came out, the huge airship, which looked very simple in appearance, blew its whistle and spewed out a puff of white steam. The 40-meter-long behemoth rose into the air like this.

Its movements were so smooth that the witcher and his party didn't feel that they were in the sky at all.

In the sky, dozens of such huge airships rose and fell, and the mercenaries, warriors, and battle groups recruited by the mages from various places were dropped here.

"Great Witch King, this is the promised land!" The strong man who had been taught a lesson by the female warrior before knelt down on his knees, raised his hands and shouted to the sky: "I, the son of the mad cow tribe, Tupac? Your name will be glorified!"

None of the mercenaries passing by wasted their attention on this barbarian, and the mad cow was obviously not the only one here praying to the Witch King.

Many foreign warriors in different costumes are using their own rituals to pray to the Witch Kings for victory and chasing glory.

A man with a big belly, whose silver-white armor was almost out of shape, walked over with a leather whip.

A quill and a stack of parchment floated behind him, seemingly recording something automatically.

"Okay, Team No. 176, that's right, you will be Team No. 176 from now on." The fat man pointed with his carrot-thick fingers and just got off the airship, observing the surrounding environment. The mercenaries said: "Let me check, well, it belongs to the command of Master Werther."

The fat man adjusted the monocle stuck on the bridge of his nose, and beckoned, a young man also in a red robe ran over.

The witcher noticed that this person's red robe was very plain, and it lacked a lot of decorations than the mage named Werther on the airship. It seemed that they used this method to distinguish between ranks?

"Follow him!" The fat man took out a piece of parchment from the top of his back and handed it to the young mage: "Apprentices, you take them to the No. 370 barracks. Count the number of people there at a quarter past fifteen, don't be late!"

"I understand, my lord!" The young apprentice hurriedly grabbed the parchment in the fat man's hand: "Alright, soldiers! Come with me, we must catch the next troop carrier!"

A group of mercenaries blankly followed the mage apprentice through the dense crowd. Most of them saw such a scene for the first time.

The sky is full of huge airships, soaring in the sky in the diffuse steam, spellcasters who rarely appear in front of the world are everywhere here, and apprentices in shabby red robes run back and forth in the camp, accepting orders one after another .

Occasionally appearing in the sky and flying past like shooting stars are official mages who have released the flying spell, and those wearing white armor are the direct managers of the Witch King, they are called Templar Knights.

These people are not mages, but they can use the power of magic. In this land, the witch kings are like gods walking in the world.

In fact, countless barbarians living in remote mountainous areas in the New World worshiped them as true gods.

For example, the mad cow whose eyes were bigger than copper bells at this time is the most powerful warrior in the mad cow tribe. He traveled thousands of miles through mountains and rivers just to be selected by the Witch King to participate in the eternal jihad.

The mage Werther granted his wish and brought him to the front line against the Tyranids. Here is the super-giant magical defense array jointly established by the Witch Kings, which forms a ring and surrounds the bottomless pit where the Tyranid Zerg appeared.

This line of defense has been divided into countless small systems, surrounded and staggered layer by layer, forming a ring-shaped defense belt nearly 70 kilometers deep. The demon hunter is about to go to one of the defense points, the most forward ones .

The origin of the Abyss is unknown, and no one but the Witch-King can tell how it came to be. It is generally believed that a certain Witch King accidentally opened the door to a dead world while conducting a dangerous experiment. Tyranids have ravaged the New World for nearly two hundred years.

From a certain point of view, the reason why those indigenous tribes can still live on this continent is indeed because the Witch King curbed the expansion of the Tyranids.

However, the Witch Kings only regard it as an interesting game, or a huge biological testing ground, weapons testing ground, and also a huge social structure testing ground.

The Tyranid Zerg was restricted by the Witch Kings to the invincible pit in the New World. A large number of war machines and slave soldiers were thrown into this war that lasted for hundreds of years.

The outside world doesn't even know that there is a ferocious beast that can destroy the world and is confined in a cage. The latest plan of the Witch King Saruman, who is currently in charge of controlling the battlefield of the Bottomless Pit, is to introduce some green skins and bugs to fight each other. .

This experiment was approved by more than half of the Witch Kings, who all wanted to see which species was more aggressive.

PS: Thanks to the book friend @迷色人 for the reward, and thanks to the book friend @我刚刚应该热胖的把