The Game of Demon Hunter

It seemed that with the death of the troll warrior, the misfortune that had been hanging over everyone was finally driven away.

Of course, it may also be because the ogre has tasted all the things that can be hit nearby, and the other living things chose to stay away from the four fully armed humans.

Ranger Alix copied a trail according to the location marked on the map. With extraordinary power, the rainforest did not cause too much trouble for several people.

Except for the dense fog that shrouded the surroundings, the last time Xu Yichen met this thing, he followed his teacher and ran away in a hurry. If he hadn't been lucky enough to meet an elf patrol, he didn't know what would happen.

Xu Yichen didn't know why Sir Gangze was hanged in a green camp. According to his strength, he obviously shouldn't have ended up like this.

But Gangze Aragon didn't reveal who the real enemy was until the time he left, but just told his apprentices to be careful of the fog in the black forest.

What kind of secrets are hidden in the fog of the Black Forest? Who is the 'chaos warlock' that his teacher is following?

The young apprentice who escaped from the black forest in a daze at the beginning planned to find out this time.

With the instructions from the map, the ranger Alix, who is familiar with the forest environment, took a few combat-type players and successfully completed the rest of the journey that day.

Professionals have conveniences that ordinary people can't understand in terms of traveling. Apart from being delayed for a while during the battle, the four of them spent the rest of their time building bridges when encountering water and opening roads when they encountered mountains.

The guard, who suffered a lot along the way and almost lost his life, walked in the jungle for two full days, and was finally picked up by the elf knight Legolas.

And the players, before the sun went down, had already seen the wooden fence on the edge of the New Rogge camp that the guards were talking about.

At this time, their situation was not good. Dozens of them gathered together, and they looked only seven or eight years old. Little monsters with skin like toads were throwing mud from the swamp into the camp.

The militiamen with less than 20 people stood on the city wall and shot the same weak arrows with their own simple bows and arrows, and fought back.

In the eyes of the demon hunters, the battle between the two sides is like playing house.

However, in the roar of a one-armed man, the militiamen seemed to be fighting a life-and-death battle, facing the enemy's 'cannon fire', struggling to shoot the arrows in their hands.

"Aim! You idiot! The arrows you wasted today will be returned ten times tonight!" The one-armed man corrected the shooting movements of the militiamen, while reprimanding the boys and girls who couldn't hit the target: "Don't let that ooze hit you, or you might get dysentery!"

The group of demon hunters who stood in the jungle and observed this 'war' didn't know whether they should come in to help them. Maybe this was an on-site teaching?

Xu Yichen stared at the little monsters below with great interest, screaming in a language that no one could understand. They looked like drowned human children, with huge and swollen jaws and slender limbs.

A wraith, a monster that is almost labeled harmless by witchers.

That's right, harmless, these little monsters who are not very courageous have already been crossed off the hunting list by the witcher.

When it shows up alone (rarely, you might see an individual survivor of a massacre), mortals can try to kill it with their own pitchfork, or whatever.

But if the number of evil spirits gathers to more than five, it will be a bit dangerous. The illusion of numbers will double their courage, and even have the courage to attack a fully armed professional.

Of course the consequences would be dire.

If the number of these ugly little monsters exceeds ten or more, it is very likely that a warrior of this family will be born. It will be stronger and smarter, but in essence, it is still a fragile evil ghost.

Generally speaking, this is a poor monster that mortals can step on a few feet, if you are not frightened by the opponent's ugly appearance, your limbs are numb.

Anyway, the demon hunters stopped treating this kind of thing as a non-human species that threatened the survival of the human race a long time ago.

In fact, with the sudden change of the entire world environment over the past few hundred years, for example, various terrifying monsters left behind after the erosion of chaos, for example, green skins that spread everywhere like locusts, for example, various other emerging threats... ....

This kind of monster named evil ghost, like many other "old friends" of demon hunters, has been gradually extinct in the world because it is not evil enough, scary enough, or powerful enough.

Even some extreme druid organizations will consciously protect 'native' species, and no longer welcome witchers to enter the jungle to hunt those 'precious' animals.

Of course, the witchers themselves are already very busy, so they won't waste time on such weak creatures.

Xu Yichen's teacher said that modern demon hunters are many times more powerful than the demon hunters who walked the world in the first place.

It's just that their enemies have become more dangerous than before.

In the end, Xu Yichen, who couldn't see it, came out, and Aldefa was brewing in his hand, like a broom, beating these evil spirits to this side, all over the sky.

Fortunately, the witcher didn't intend to waste too much time. These little monsters scattered away supporting each other amidst the noise, and disappeared in the swamp in less than twenty seconds, leaving not even a piece of rubbish behind.

"I am Xu Yichen, a demon hunter, and I have received your call for help." Standing outside the wooden city wall, Xu Yichen shouted to the militiamen who were not so good as evil ghosts.

The heavy-armored warriors with mighty appearance and not suitable for diplomacy were left in the forest to prevent the militiamen from collapsing directly. Effilar, whose charisma attribute exceeded the standard and could easily cause commotion, was also not suitable for this task.

The ranger Alix once again got into the grass and started to set up traps. He didn't care about the things in the camp. He just wanted to quickly start his main task and enter the depths of the Black Forest.

"Are you the Sirisian that Ted once talked about?" The one-armed man stood by the city wall, looking at the young face of the witcher, his tone revealing deep distrust.

The years not only left traces on his face, but also took away many parts of him, not only missing an arm, but also an eye missing, the sunken and hollow eye sockets make this face The level of horror is close to evil ghosts.

"That's right, I'm the Serisian." The witcher looked up into the other's one eye.

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