The Game of Demon Hunter

Yang Yuefan walked lightly, avoiding the magic runes engraved on the ground without making a sound. He recalled the last time he went out to work.

How many years ago was that? The dagger in the bard's hand gleamed coldly. As a team leader of the relevant department, he knew too much.

So much so that he wears an explosive collar every day when he sleeps, and if there is any accident, he must ensure that his head will be blown to pieces.

When he was dropped into the game-specific group, Yang Yuefan cheered in his heart. In the game, it was the first time he fell asleep peacefully in more than ten years.

Before this game is completely broken by Chaos, he no longer has to worry about the threat of evil gods or psychic awakeners.

In the spaceship that is several million kilometers away from the earth, Yang Yuefan takes time every day to deliver news to the country, including the Chaos Worshipers who are highly active in the Far South, and the bloody demon hunters who have repeatedly killed the Chaos camp, etc. wait.

All the news that he found valuable were reported. In the Loess District, there was a special department responsible for collecting and analyzing the information from all over the world.

And some important news that happened in the game world will also be passed on to Yang Yuefan for reference, such as the newly established anti-intellectual committee, which will clear up players all over the world who try to copy various modern technologies in the game.

For example, two Witch Kings were shot by red-clothed cannons near the East China Sea. Nearly 300 extraordinary players almost sank the Witch King who came across the sea into the sea.

At present, the Loess District is consciously collecting information on the New World, so Yang Yuefan plans to make a big one.

"I have a different opinion, Master Master." Yang Yuefan's gloomy voice sounded behind Master Werther, and at the same time a shining dagger was placed on the Master's neck.

The mage Werther in the magic tower was defenseless. He never dreamed that someone could get into the tower and threaten him with a dagger!

Werther is also a battle-tested man. After fighting bugs for nearly two years, he is basically used to maintaining a combination of mage armor and accident spell on himself.

This allows him to calmly deal with all kinds of sudden dangers and buy a few seconds to save his life.

But today is different, when he was in the airship, he was slapped by that damn Siris, and the spell on his body has already been used.

Because he has been staying in the mage tower, Werther feels that he will not encounter any danger. He is a noble spellcaster and does not need to face threats like those barbarians.

Therefore, Werther did not replenish his protection spells, and he was in trouble at this time.

"Do you know what you're doing?" the mage Werther calmly threatened, "Coercing a mage under the great Witch King? Your best bet is..."

Yang Yuefan, who was also from the Zhongsiyuan, was obviously in the same line as Xu Yichen in the way he treated the captives.

Half of the ear fell on the console in front of the mage with blood. Yang Yuefan said in the mage's ear: "My patience is not very good. You'd better cooperate with me, or I will cut off your finger."

"I know you have the skills to put your fingers back together, but I will put your fingers into your mouth one by one and let you eat them." Behind the mage, the man with the knife did not tremble at all. , speaking frightening words in a calm tone: "I think even if you can grow your fingers back, they won't be as flexible as they are now. Is this a very painful thing for the caster?"

"What do you want?" Mage Werther endured the pain and said, seeing his own blood, he felt that things were getting tricky.

As a formal mage, Werther has personally killed countless enemies, but most of them are bugs and slaves. Across a distance of more than ten meters or even tens of meters, "Boom!" My enemy turned into a corpse in the flames, frost, and lightning.

At this distance, the mage Werther has no power to resist, especially on the basis that the attacker behind him has a certain understanding of the caster.

"It's very simple. First, untie the minds of the slaves below." Yang Yuefan made the first request, and he had a vague impression of Abraham.

It seems that the opponent is the leader of a resistance organization that has been very active recently in the New World, and many American imperial players who can't get along are playing under the opponent's command.

Without hesitation, Mage Werther stretched out a hand slowly to indicate that he had no intention of resisting, and slowly put his palm on his temple.

The place where it started was slippery, and Waite knew it was his own blood.

The mage seemed to be lost in thought, searching for something in his mind, and then pulled the hand out forcefully, Yang Yuefan seemed to hear the sound of something being torn apart.

Under the tower, the slave soldiers suddenly dropped their weapons, put their hands on their heads, bent down in pain, and screamed.

Even the expression of Abraham beside the witcher changed, he squatted down, pressed his temple with one hand, cold sweat dripped down his forehead drop by drop.

"You see, it's not a good thing that freedom came so suddenly." The witcher watched as the swarms of insects in the distance began to regroup and move towards the fortress: "This time, you have to take your people and face it on your own." Scared."

"Don't worry, we have experienced too many such situations. Compared with freedom, this is nothing." Abraham stood upright, facing the swarm of insects rushing towards him with the sun behind him in the distance, without fear.

In fact he had never felt better!

The breeze with a touch of coolness, the rising sun shining on the earth with lazy sunlight, the earth trembled slightly when the swarm of insects ran, and even the bloody smell from the corpses in the fortress made him intoxicated .

He felt like a blind man seeing light for the first time, a newborn baby opening his eyes for the first time: "My brothers! We are free!"

Standing on the city wall, with his back facing the direction of the rising sun, Abraham raised his arms and shouted, his silver armor gleaming in the rising sun.

Opposite him, the slave soldiers who were staggering and somewhat at a loss were looking at the surrounding environment with puzzled eyes.

These slave soldiers also have perception and memory of the outside world when their thinking is suppressed, but they will unconditionally obey orders from higher-level personnel.

Now they are finally free, but their identities have also become fugitive slaves, and their former masters have become enemies. Many people have expressions of fear on their faces.

And in the sky, the huge airship has dropped its anchor.

PS: It's already beginning of spring, why is it still so cold~