The Game of Demon Hunter

"No, thank you for your kindness, but the matter of the witcher, we will solve it ourselves." Xu Yichen smiled: "We Serisians have a saying that seize the day and night, this is one of the sources of our progress. Don’t leave things to be settled until tomorrow.”

Seeing the other party's firm gaze, Legles knew that he had no way to persuade the young cub to give up his idea, so he could only say: "Your teacher definitely doesn't want you to waste your life here, I hope you can think about it again. proposal!"

At this time, Alix, who was covered in mud and looked a little embarrassed, came over, glanced at the elf knight and said to Xu Yichen: "I have set a trap on the way we came as you requested, and your blood is also placed on the ground." Well, are you sure someone will find the traces we left?"

The human ranger asked with some doubts: "The elves have cleaned up the traces left by us. I checked it and it is very professional!"

"Our guests are very professional and have their own way, don't worry, it will be better for us if no one finds out." The witcher cleaned up the residue left by the food: "You don't need to worry about the rest Now, follow the druid closely on the road, don't lose your life."

Compared with the ease of the witcher after the war, the three druids who returned early got into trouble.

"We must split up." A mature-looking druid apprentice made up his mind: "Otherwise we have no chance to escape! We must send the situation here!"

The other two younger apprentices, although very nervous, still obeyed the arrangement of the elders and quickly divided the supplies they carried.

"Sorry, if you run away separately, it will annoy me a little." A poisonous snake-like voice sounded in the black forest: "Let's keep things simple, please cooperate with me, and I will also control my impulse .”

"In this way, I can give you a decent death." A young man wearing a black warrior robe and a hood, with red and black paint on his face, came out from behind a tree: "I declare in advance, I can't control my emotions recently, maybe the methods are a bit drastic, but..."

The black and red oil paint lines became a little distorted in the man's smile, the eyes under the hood shone with red light, and his shark-like sharp teeth showed his ferociousness to several druid apprentices with a smile.

"That's more interesting, isn't it?" As the voice fell, the black-robed man had appeared behind one of the druid apprentices, tearing off one of the other's arms with one hand.

The young apprentice whose arm was torn off didn't realize that he had lost part of his limbs. Instead, another apprentice beside him was sprayed with blood all over his face and screamed loudly.

"Hahaha, run!" The black-robed man didn't know why he stood still and didn't continue to attack. Instead, he laughed loudly: "Run, chicks!"

The oldest druid waved the wooden staff in his hand, and a moon-white flame shot out from the head of the staff. At the same time, he yelled: "Run! I'll hold him back!"

The blood-faced apprentice supported his injured companion and was about to run into the forest, but the injured druid gritted his teeth, pushed him away, turned around and ran into the black-robed man directly: "You go! I have no chance !The child of nature will not die in vain, run!"

The druid with a broken arm swallowed a few brown fruits, and the bleeding on the severed arm was quickly stopped. At the same time, some tiny plant germs grew out of the wound.

The black-robed man just looked at the three druid apprentices quietly, without any intention of stopping them, and he looked like a different person from when he spoke just now.

The oldest apprentice druid didn't waste any time, turned around and ran in the other direction.

He was almost an official Druid, and he knew that his teacher went deep into the Black Forest this time with a certain death mentality.

In the ring of shepherds, not everyone is as disaffected by chaos as his teacher is. Master Gast's hometown has become a chaos-polluted area a long time ago.

As a young druid organization, the Ring of Shepherds has been active in the Black Forest in the northern part of the Far South Continent. Many new generation druids are not aware of the threat of chaos and its speed. is unprecedented.

The older apprentice didn't look back at his companion, he blessed himself with all the buff spells he had learned, and the black trees on both sides kept sweeping back.

He didn't know how long he had been running, but the constant pain in his lungs told him that he could no longer run at such a high speed.

The druid intends to stop and summon his animal companion. Although in this environment, it is a kind of harm to his animal companion, he has no other choice.

However, the next second, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and his whole body suddenly flew into the air, his eyes kept spinning in the air, he waved his arms trying to grab something, and then he saw his lower body falling to the ground weakly.

A slender and sharp rope, tied between two tree trunks, was dripping blood.

A man in a black robe caught the only half of the Druid's body in mid-air, and the organs in his chest fell to his feet with a plop.

The man in the black robe took a step back in disgust. Before the druid lost his life, he saw the cat's vertical pupils.

"Witch hunting..." The dead druid still had a touch of surprise on his face, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

"Witcher!" The black-robed man helped him complete the sentence: "Yes, I am a witcher. Although I am still an apprentice, I don't think I will have a chance to become a full-time student again."

The man who took off the hood, his face covered with oil paint, became more vivid under the moisture of blood, and the two slightly protruding horns on his forehead proved that he was no longer of human blood at this time.

A necklace that looked like a cat's head was hanging on the opponent's neck. Following the movements of the man in black robe, it kept vibrating, as if reminding his master that there was a chaotic atmosphere nearby.

The ten fingers of the black-robed man had sharp nails like knives, and a long sword-like weapon hung from his waist, tightly wrapped in black cloth. It seemed that the master had no intention of using it.

The gray-robed Druigast, who was far away in the depths of the black forest, suddenly sighed. In his pocket, three orchids withered almost at the same time.