The Game of Demon Hunter

Depot No. 370, 3:15 p.m.

When Mage Werther arrived above the fortress in his airship, he saw that the interior of the fortress was like a huge construction site, and the slave soldiers were digging holes around the mage tower with crude tools.

As the huge airship lowered its altitude, at the bottom of the airship, an iron box with a large downhill container was parked inside the fortress. Mage Werther jumped off the airship in mid-air, and slowly fell like a feather, while the airship continued to lift off and left

This steel fortress.

"What's going on here?" The mage Werther, who had been brought down by the witcher once before, asked the Siris standing beside Abraham commanding the slave soldiers.

The mage obviously saw the wound on Abraham's hand, but the mage didn't care what happened here, these people were just another wave of expendables.

This time Werther came here with other tasks, such as capturing a bug alive while the swarm was attacking. This is a task ordered by the instructor himself, and he must complete the related tasks of the iron box.

Templar Abraham pointed to the demon hunter beside him: "Master Witte, after an evaluation, I think that the No. 370th Garrison Station cannot completely block the attack of large-scale insect swarms. This mercenary you hired I think some built-in defense settings can be added for secondary defense after the swarm breaks through the fort.”

Mage Werther's red robe fluttered in the hot wind, and the surrounding slave soldiers dug the soil silently, although they were sweating profusely, they didn't complain.

"Very good, Templar, Abraham Lincoln, I've heard of your name. If you weren't too old, maybe you should have become one of us." The red-robed mage stared at Abraham and said, "But No need to be upset, this is the place of miracles of the Witch King, anything can happen!"

"Including surviving this attack?" It seems that the situation of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds has completely inspired the courage of this always diligent Templar, allowing him to make his own voice.

Of course, it may also be because the political commissar's incentive technique is so effective.

Mage Werther seemed very surprised that this Templar, who had just been promoted from the slave class, had the guts to ask himself such a question.

You know, a few years ago, this man named Abraham was just a slave who didn't even have freedom of thought. If he hadn't saved the life of a mage in an accident, he would most likely have stood with those slave soldiers, waiting for the day when he would become the rations of the bugs.

"Of course!" The red-robed mage froze for a moment, and immediately returned to normal. He felt that he had wasted enough time here: "Why not? Aren't you fighting for your life now? Keep working hard, Templar , I'm going to start my work too."

"You, come with me. Before the bugs appeared, you were my bodyguard." The red-robed mage skipped past Abraham, never looked at him again, but greeted the witcher, and walked towards the huge iron box.

The red-robed mage kicked the huge metal container, pulled out a J-shaped metal stick from nowhere and threw it to the witcher: "Mercenary, open this thing."

Xu Yichen picked up the metal pipe from the ground, and found that it was exactly the same as the "Holy Sword of Physics" on the earth!

"I thought mages would have a more convenient way to open the box!" The witcher inserted the crowbar into the opening on the outside of the box, and forcefully pried open a corner of the metal door.

The red-robed mage took a few steps back, keeping a safe distance from the box, and said with a smirk: "Even Witch Kings are unwilling to waste magic in insignificant places."

The mage waved his hand and added a layer of transparent defensive enchantment to himself: "This kind of thing that only requires hands and does not require brains, I'd better leave it to you."

The witcher, who was dismantling the last retainer, also put a Quen seal on himself with a sneer. open

The moment he opened the box, he used the iron door as a cover to hide himself behind the box exit.

Then, nothing happened, and the resting mercenaries scattered inside the fortress watched the performance of the mage and the witcher with eyes that watched farce.

Out of respect for her employer, no one applauded, and no one... Well, the female warrior Vittoria whistled on the city wall to applaud.

Not to mention these boring guys, inside the huge metal box, with the whistle of the female warrior, something seemed to be activated.

One pair, two pairs, three pairs... Dozens of pairs of pupils glowing red in the dark appeared, and following the sound of orderly footsteps, a group of almost identical... gray and green skins came out!

When opening the box, the witcher's keen senses felt the slow, heavy and powerful heartbeat inside the box, coupled with the small movements of the mage Werther, Xu Yichen was sure that there were dangerous creatures inside the box.

Even if a bunch of biochemical monsters transformed by the Umbrella Company sprang out after opening the box, the witcher would not be surprised, but this thing in front of him is really beyond Xu Yichen's imagination!

A total of forty nearly two-meter-high green skins with gray skin and granite-like muscles, or should be called gray skins, walked out of the box and formed a neat queue on the square.

If it weren't for the iconic green skin face covering the sky, the witcher wouldn't even be able to believe that the thing in front of him had any connection with the green skins.

That iron box was indeed huge, but it was also relative to the size of the human body. For these burly men, forty people inside were probably tighter than the sardine steaks in a can of sardines.

If there is an idiom to describe it, I'm afraid it can only be described as 'a big man all over the body'.

The surrounding mercenaries, including the players, fell silent. These gray skins with red eyes, like robots, stood in a rectangular formation.

No matter which angle the queue looks at, it presents a perfect straight line, no one moves around, no one speaks, if you listen carefully, these gray skins even breathe the same sound.

The power brought by this order weighed heavily on everyone's hearts, while the witcher and medical officer Li Bingheng watched this team with admiration.

This way of queuing made them feel a little cordial.

"Very good, perfect, the works of the great Witch King Saruman really won't disappoint!" The red-robed mage exclaimed in admiration, and he was very satisfied with the appearance of these war weapons.