The Game of Demon Hunter

"Hello? Are we going to move on?" Alix looked at the monster that suddenly appeared just now: "That thing is not something we can deal with in terms of size!"

"Don't get excited, just hang out with us, you'll get used to it quickly, although it looks bluffing, but believe me, our heads are even scarier!" Li Yanlong said to Alix in the tone of someone who has experienced it: "For this kind of chaos Monster, let me give you a few words, hairy and weak, big and weak, fat and weak, knight and weak..."

The female warrior slapped Li Yanlong to the side, and took out a small jug from the armor: "Don't listen to his nonsense, drink this and you will have nothing to fear!"

Holding his weapon on his shoulders, the witcher stopped their teasing and warned: "Be careful, that monster is called a bloodletter. According to the records of the witcher organization, it should be very good at fighting."

The female warrior shrugged, seeing that Alix didn't take the jug, and drank the liquid in it by herself, and said proudly: "Bloodletter, this name sounds quite intimidating, but when did the enemy we meet Can't fight anymore?"

"That's right, it's just another interesting enemy." The witcher used [Pure Fire] to disperse the surrounding blood mist: "Then let's see who is visiting again."

A group of people walked through the blood mist, and the places they passed were illuminated by light. Countless pairs of eyes, confused by anger and bloodthirsty desire, stared at them from the tree trunks and the swamp.

In this forest polluted by chaos, it seems that every inch of ground under his feet, every breath of air he breathes seems to be expecting a real feast of killing to please the blood god with blood.

In the black-red pool of blood in front of Fang Howler, in the very center of the vortex, the boundary separating subspace and reality became more and more blurred, and those grotesque scenes belonging to chaos became more and more real.

A metal knight with heavy steps appeared on the other side of the mirror, and the demonic monster under his crotch, which was also covered with metal, roared impatiently.

The knight was twice as tall as an ordinary person, and his metal armor was filled with his strong muscles, and it was even embedded in the flesh that looked stronger than steel.

The metal decoration of the holy emblem symbolizing the Lord of the Skull was inserted on his back like a battle flag, shining with blood-colored glory, and the hideous giant sword burning with the flames of chaos was in his hand like a tamed pet.

The black evil fire that belongs to chaos, even if a mortal takes a look at it, it is enough to swallow their souls and suffer eternal punishment.

As the silhouette of the knight and his mount became clearer, an indescribable, profane aura emanated from him.

Professionals who are not determined, just feel it, and when they get close to it, they will be infected by this breath, turning into an irrational lunatic who only pursues the pleasure of killing.

As the knight's figure solidified, the vortex under the howler's feet suddenly exploded with fluctuations that made people doubt whether it would collapse by itself.

Under the terrifying gaze of the knight, Fangs Growler gritted his teeth, and inserted a hand forcefully into the wound on his abdomen.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" With the growler's heart-piercing screams, the wound was gradually torn open by it. Bright red blood that did not belong to the green skin spewed out of its abdomen. Tore out his own kidney and held it high in the air: "Praise the blood god!"

As new blood and viscera spilled into the blood pool on the ground and became part of it, the vortex stabilized again, and the champion of Khorne strolled out riding the brass bull under his crotch.

"Sacrifice the skull to the Lord of the Skull, and sacrifice the blood to the Blood God." The knight in blood-red heavy armor straddled the brass bull and floated in the center of the blood pool, taking a deep breath as if he had never breathed.

The knight's inhalation seemed to be endless, and even the surface of the blood pool on the ground caused waves. After a long time, the knight exhaled with satisfaction: "Ah! What a fresh and delicious world! This place will become the throne of the Lord of Skulls Here, another beautiful gem!"

Fangfang·Howler, who was lying in a pool of blood, was weak, but still gleaming. He raised his head stubbornly and asked, "Is my Lord satisfied with this world? Has He ever been proud of my actions? Will He be willing to give The power I dreamed of?"

As if the champion of Khorne didn't see the believers at the feet of the brass bull, he said in an empty tone: "The blood god doesn't care about this sacrifice. He will neither bow his knees nor pray for it, nor will he Sad about it. But, as the greatest of the gods, He accepts this gift as a matter of course."

Following the knight's words, he used his sharp nails to draw a small wound on the back of his other hand, and a drop of blood belonging to the champion of Khorne dripped into the pool of blood covering the entire ground.

The blood on the ground flowed into its body along the fangs growler's wound, and the originally greenish body was replaced by brown.

"My name, Mannoroth." The knight's voice came from behind the heavy helmet, every word contained the power to drive people crazy: "The great blood god never disappoints those who believe in him, now, Say your name."

Black hairs grew on Fangs Howler's originally smooth head, and the originally sharp fangs became more prominent, and black lines appeared on its face, like tattoos.

"I, Fangs..." Fangs Growler, who just spat out a few words, coughed loudly as if he had been choked by blood into his lungs. Once returned to the surface.

"In front of the great blood god, no one can deceive his champion with lies." The knight named Mannoroth gently kicked the fierce beast under his crotch with his heel, and the ferocious iron mouth of the brass bull It opened and closed up and down, and spewed out a burst of flames: "The patience of the Lord of the Skull is limited, the last chance, orc, your name."

"Grom." The greenskin, holding his weapon tightly, straightened his spine, looked directly at the champion of the blood god in front of him, and showed his own expression for the first time: "Grom Hellscream! "

"Grom, you have completed the mission given by the Blood God!" Grom Hellscream clenched his ax tightly: "Please, the great Blood God, save my tribe! The Orcs are willing to dedicate their loyalty to the Blood God!"

Mannoroth, who was riding on the brass bull, seemed to have heard some funny joke, and laughed in his armor, echoing in the forest.

PS: In WOW, the original brown orcs turned green by drinking the green demon blood, and when they drank the demon blood provided by Illidan again (the blood may have been tampered with), they turned red , So, orcs are a very magical race, you never know when colorful orcs will appear. . . .

PS: Forgive me for my death, to commemorate the human paladin account I AFKed when I was at level 60......

PS: Thank you book friend @直北 for the reward, thank you book friend @野酒 for your reward, thank you book friend @知白晓黑 for your reward

PS: I thought I had posted a new chapter at 7, and then I realized I was wrong. . . . . .