The Game of Demon Hunter

Heavy footsteps sounded, and the rough-looking magic puppet stepped out amidst the roar of magic energy.

The three-meter-high metal body is extremely oppressive. With the rotation of the metal arm, under the synchronous control of the templar, the magic puppet accurately grasped the rope.

Because of the shape of the palm, when the pincer-like palms were tightly closed and the rope was tightened, the bug had already chased the provocative female warrior who attracted its attention for a distance of four or five meters!

hum!

The rope was stretched straight by the sudden huge force, and there was a slight scream!

The furious bug was only less than one meter away from the female warrior, and was suddenly restrained in place, with its sharp mouthpiece almost touching the female warrior's face!

Taking advantage of the sudden inertia, the witcher let go of the weapon he used to fix his body, nimbly landed on the ground, rolled forward to relieve the inertia, and jumped out of the bug's attack range.

Xu Yichen stood up, moved sideways, dodged the pounce of a swift insect, and kicked his enemy out with one kick.

Observing the battlefield from the corner of his eye, the line of defense at the gate has already been lost, and the slave soldiers who are the main defenders have been wiped out, leaving only a few survivors who formed a circular formation, drowning in the blink of an eye In the swarm.

Those mercenaries showed their true skills at the time of life and death, and withstood the first wave of impact of the bugs for a while, but they were still in a state of dying.

The witcher gritted his teeth, and picked up from the ground a super-long spear used by the slave soldiers. The length of this thing was originally more than five meters long, but the gun in the hands of the witcher was engulfed by some kind of bug. It was truncated, leaving only a length of less than three meters.

With the power of the magic puppet, the magic energy was converted into power, and the huge force pulled the bug from its high-speed moving state to a stop!

Not only that, following Abraham's movements, the magic puppet dragged the rope and walked towards the huge iron box, one step at a time, and the three-legged support structure was as stable as a mountain at this time.

The female warrior who narrowly escaped the attack of the worm, unceremoniously used her flail to give the worm a friendly gift.

[Slaughtering Flail] The three ferocious spikes were swung by the female warrior with great strength, and they crossed a semi-circular trajectory, hitting the worm's face heavily.

With a puff, black blood splashed on the female warrior's face, half of the bug's face was sunken, and a compound eye disappeared directly in this attack.

The bug ate the damage and fiercely tried to swallow the enemy that hurt him, but was dragged away step by step by the magic puppet behind him, getting farther and farther away from his target.

Amid the worm's unwilling roar, the mage Werther also uttered a scream, but having lost the initiative, he could only warn the following: "Don't cause irreparable damage to the experimental subject! I swear, if that worm dies, Now, you all have to be buried with me!"

The demon hunter, who paid no attention to the mage's words, held a spear and passed by the female warrior with the sound of howling wind after a short acceleration of more than ten meters.

"Pour me!" The spear in his hand was covered with silver flames under the addition of [Pure Fire]. Although Xu Yichen knew that doing so would not cause additional damage to the enemy in front of him, these flames still spontaneously Around the weapon in hand.

Under the control of the demon hunter, the spear accurately pierced through the joint of the worm's supporting leg, and the huge force drove the spear out through the other side of the joint!

"Hiss!" Standing on the tower, Mage Werther took a deep breath, feeling as if his knee had been pierced.

The bug's body swayed for a moment, and suddenly lost half of its power point, dragged by the magic puppet, it limped and left a black trail of blood on the ground.

Not far away, the open metal box is like a monster with a huge mouth, waiting for the prey to walk in by itself.

The bug kept roaring, but under the siege of several professionals, it had no chance to cut the rope that controlled it.

Seeing that his target has been controlled, the mage Werther finally showed a satisfied smile. Although it is not perfect, what can you expect these barbarians to do?

Seeing that the battle situation below has been decided, mage Werther looked at the fortress that had already been breached, and felt that these slave soldiers had to be sacrificed in the first place.

As for these mercenaries, he frowned and looked at the Siris below, and swore he would never hire organized mercenaries again.

"You'd better do something!" The witcher picked up another super long gun, and as the slave soldier's body was torn apart by the bugs, it was thrown everywhere. This weapon can be seen almost everywhere: "If we If they are all dead, I promise to take this ugly guy away with me!"

Mage Werther sighed, and applied for a remote support from above. Seeing that his points were decreasing rapidly, he was in a bad mood: "In one minute, there will be a simulated signal source appearing one kilometer east of the fortress. It will send out the wave of the nest owner, these insects will be temporarily attracted, leave here, and gather in the past, if you die during this time, don't blame me."

The witcher nodded towards the Templar's line of defense, and Abraham manipulated the magic puppet to pull the target towards the metal container step by step.

Compared with the former masters and mages, Abraham is more willing to believe the guarantee of these mercenaries, because these people are fighting for their lives, and this feeling makes him a little envious.

Under the Witch-King's rule, those who failed to become mages had few things that were truly free, including death and thought.

In the three months of becoming a Templar, he has seen too many slaves being torn to pieces by the bugs. Until the moment of death, these slaves still remained silent, just like his previous life .

He is not even qualified to scream out of fear when facing death.

Abraham looked enviously at those screaming mercenaries, and felt that fate was so unfair to him for the first time!

Why do you have the right to waste our lives like this?

Why do you stand high and watch us fight like ants for an ugly bug, and our lives are wasted meaninglessly?

Why are we born slaves? Flames flickered in Abraham's eyes, and he manipulated the magic puppet to drag the howling bug back into the metal box.

"I want to have the right to shout when facing death." Abraham looked at the metal box that closed automatically and said to himself silently.

PS: I went home and gained eight catties in less than a week. . . heart ashes