The Game of Demon Hunter

Fangs Growler felt that the part of his body that belonged to the blood god was becoming more and more difficult to control, and he knew that the time left by the blood god was running out.

The Great Lord of Skulls has never been a patient existence, but the number of his fellows is not as many as expected, as if there is something in the dark hindering its speed of gathering green skins.

As soon as the growler thought of this, he felt a pair of eyes peeping at him in the dark. His anger swept over him like a sea wave, and even his eyes turned red.

The surrounding greenskins were still bustling with each other, and they all dispersed with a bang, far away from their new boss, and they were still expecting a big mess to regain their territory.

They also want to become bigger, smellier bosses in the endless Waaagh, and the greenskins don't want to be smashed into meat by their new boss for no reason.

So, when they find that their new boss is showing signs of anger, they should stay away.

Fangs Growler gritted his teeth loudly, and finally he didn't make fewer of his already insufficient subordinates.

Can't wait any longer, Growler thought, the Blood God was getting impatient.

And it itself is already impatient, it looks forward to harvesting death and pain, howling enemies and stumps all over the ground, making blood flow into rivers and internal organs all over the ground.

Instead of enduring the body odor of the same race and their brain-dead conversations every day like now.

"I think it needs to have a look at its brain. I always feel that the new boss is not enough Waaagh!" A green skin scratched his scalp, and the dandruff fell into the cooking pot like snow.

"Idiot, I saw Brother Dianzi was blown away by that broken pipe!" Another green skin laughed and taunted his companion: "Brother Dianzi's jaw was blown off, like a man without a mouth like a fart!"

"I think the pipe Brother Pianzi made is quite Waaagh!" A new green skin squeezed into the small circle, imitating the sound of a gunpowder gun exploding, and shouted: "Boom! Waaagh!!"

"I saw Pipman stand up again later, and run away with his broken pipe!" The first greenskin who spoke retorted the second greenskin's statement.

"Brother Idea is gone!" The green skin was very dissatisfied with his companion and retorted: "I remember correctly!"

"I just said Brother Idea is not dead!" The first green-skinned Waaagh wrestled with his companion, and the cauldron that had just been boiled was knocked to the ground during the fight between the two.

In the sky full of steam, the newly inserted green skin touched his chin: "I was thinking about it, Brother Idea is still very Waaagh, I want one too."

In less than a minute, Alix saw that the entire greenskin camp was in a mess, and the greenskins were catching each other and wrestling with each other, which was very lively amidst the growler's roar.

"Maybe, if I just look at them like this, they can wipe themselves out?" Alix looked at the messed up camp with question marks all over his face, thinking that these green skins could actually occupy a place in the Black Forest. It is a miracle that the human forces are retreating steadily.

It's a pity that the green skins played together for a while, and after four or five unlucky guys died, the farce ended.

Alix looked at the special greenskin who roared nonstop, pulled away those greenskins who refused to stop one by one, and hacked to death a few guys who wanted to take the opportunity to compete for the boss position.

He felt as if he was watching the only sensible class monitor in the kindergarten, who was educating hundreds of brats, and even faintly sympathized with this green-skinned alien.

With full of blessings in his heart, Alix quietly left the hiding place he had carefully selected, crawled backwards carefully and left the temporary camp, intending to say hello to his new neighbors.

The players who were originally divided into three groups gathered together again. Except for the dozen or so green skins that Mancini just encountered, the others got nothing.

It seems that except for the warriors this morning, all the greenskins have completely abandoned their original territory and fled to the depths of the Black Forest.

Even a demon hunter with [Wolf Vision] could only find some sporadic green skin traces, and after tracking, he would often find a corpse that died in a trap.

A total of twelve traps were discovered, and nine of them were harvested. This mysterious hunter lurking in the dark was extremely efficient.

A simple noose trap has repeatedly caught the greenskins, and many traps made of temporarily sharpened wooden thorns have also welcomed their guests.

"Is the way we deal with the green skins a little too positive?" Carpenter asked after burning the green skin corpses in the trap again.

The material scholar who had been carrying the wild boar corpse on his back for a whole morning began to miss his lost chance to become a mage.

"I once had an opportunity to become a high-ranking spellcaster, but I didn't cherish it." This is what Angus Carpenter said most every day after experiencing the mission of the battle group.

The female samurai didn't care about the smell of the green-skinned corpse that was burned, and took a big gulp of the alcohol that was originally used as a combustion aid: "I've wanted to try this for a long time! It's so good! Let me tell you, you can deal with your enemies head-on. It's a completely different feeling than digging a hole and waiting for your enemy to fall to his death."

Carpenter didn't want to start a debate with this fierce woman who drank like water every day. He shrugged, thinking that at least he still had an intellectual advantage, and there was no need to show that he was more masculine than her in other aspects.

The witcher watched the green skin's corpse gradually turn into ashes and nodded: "You are right, this is very useful for reference, maybe the gentleman who made the trap can teach us the experience himself."

"Ma'am, these traps are not as simple as waiting for your enemies to fall into them." Following the words of the witcher, a voice suddenly broke in from above everyone's heads: "First of all, you must be familiar with the surrounding environment, Determine where these stupid guys will pass by, and secondly you have to know what kind of trap is more suitable to use there."

"Alex Yeager, a survivalist, a master of traps." Lying on the tree trunk and hiding himself perfectly with the auspicious suit, Alix shook the fallen leaves on his body and jumped down from the tree: "Of course, I'm a ranger now, how did you find me?"

"Don't mind, I'm a perfectionist, I'm sure my disguise is perfect, why did you find me there?" Alix asked the witcher with a puzzled expression.

"I have thermal vision." Xu Yichen replied calmly.

PS: I started to go to work suddenly, and I was a little uncomfortable. . . It's a holiday, I don't know what's going on with you, I wake up in pain in the morning~! ! !

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