The Game of Demon Hunter

In this black and white forest, the difference between night and day is not very obvious. As the group goes deeper and deeper into the forest, the white mist that has been lingering around everyone seems to be emitting a slight fluorescence.

By counting the number of heartbeats, the witcher estimated that it should be past seven o'clock in the evening, but in the forest, everything still looked the same as it was five hours ago.

The last time Xu Yichen was trapped in his consciousness space and had a heart-to-heart conversation with Tzeentch's bird man, Xu Yichen was used to this method of timing.

The armored giant Gray Knight Drago, who has met several times, often encounters the dilemma of time disorder. He no longer believes in the time he sees.

This method is inherited from him.

Now, it comes in handy.

There was no other unexpected team along the way, and they walked for nearly four hours in forests that looked exactly the same without knowing it.

If it weren't for the druids and elves who are both masters at identifying directions in the forest, they would have been completely lost at this time.

"Is this normal?" Ranger Alix asked the witcher in a low voice, "Why do I feel less dangerous than I thought?"

"You'd better pray, until we reach the real goal, the surroundings have been kept quiet." Xu Yichen glared at the ranger with the usual eyes of the political commissar: "Otherwise, the next person I will burn to ashes and bring back may be you .”

"We are players, don't you need to be so serious?" Alix was taken aback, lowered his voice and said, "Although this game is really abnormal, even if I die, I can still be resurrected... ...."

Xu Yichen was speechless for a while. He himself hadn't experienced death yet, and although Angus Carpenter, a player in the battle group, had experienced death once, it didn't seem to have much impact.

Regarding the consequences of death, I still heard it from Yang Yuefan. Maybe one or two deaths don't have a great impact on the players?

He didn't know how many times ordinary players would die in the game, but according to the situation of Anthony Dagang these few times, if the situation is not under control, for ordinary players, the death rate is almost 100%.

"Don't take death here seriously. If you are used to this mentality, you are used to death in such a real game." The witcher quickly made up a very reasonable nonsense: "You can easily die in a real game." In the world, lose the ability to judge danger."

"Are you sure you can tell the difference between reality and the game after you quit the game?" Xu Yichen asked softly, "Especially after spending decades in this game?"

Alix looked at his two hands carefully, even the fingerprints were perfectly simulated.

The ranger was in a cold sweat, imagining that after climbing out of the life support cabin, he would face the unknown alien environment, take risks with a mentality that he could be resurrected, and then die unexpectedly.

"Well, what you said makes sense." Alix nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, putting his game mentality aside.

In fact, the witcher himself felt that the surroundings were too quiet. When they first entered this polluted area, they were attacked by a group of corrupted crows in an organized manner.

If that time, it was just an unconscious counterattack by the environment polluted by chaos, then the trap that was triggered in the mutated greenskin camp was set up in advance by someone waiting for them to take the bait.

Anyway, the forest already knew they were coming.

Therefore, Xu Yichen has already prepared for a bloody battle all the way, fighting and walking, and preparing to kill a road leading to the central point.

However, nothing happened, and it seemed that the master who created this corrupted area didn't care about outsiders visiting at all.

Instead, the demon hunter's heart was suspended in the air. He didn't know when the attack would happen, and his nerves were always tense.

Now he regretted that he didn't leave that battle accelerant to enjoy alone.

Darth Moore's eyes were red, and he felt that his brain, which had finally calmed down, was about to be boiled again by one annoying little trap after another.

The traitor hunter in the black samurai robe observed the tracks in the forest with the unique visual pattern of witchers.

Unlike Xu Yichen, who came from the wolf school and was almost purely wild, Darth Maul was an apprentice who could almost be regarded as a formal witcher. He passed all the trials and completed all the tasks that an apprentice could complete independently.

But he is still an apprentice, and even now that he is no longer a witcher, he still cannot escape the shadow of his teacher.

"I want to prove myself, teacher, and I'm ready." The black-robed apprentice knelt on one knee, lowered his head, not daring to look directly at his teacher.

Since facing the source of chaos in the subspace, Darth Maul felt that his teacher had become more and more daunting, it was a kind of fear from the heart.

It is the fear that erupts from the depths of genes when lower organisms face natural enemies.

He didn't know what kind of gift his teacher had obtained in the chaos, but he had seen the power of his teacher along the way from Kaer Morhen.

Darth Maul didn't understand why his teacher was so powerful and still fled from Kaer Morhen. If it was me, he thought, if it was me, I would kill all those rotten hunters.

Blood is sacrificed to the blood god, and the skull is sacrificed to the master of the skull.

That would definitely please his new master and make him stronger.

"But, I haven't. Your longing...your urgency...I don't care at all." The husky male voice from the darkness made Darth Maul suddenly wake up from his fantasy come over.

I don't know when the apprentice who was once again immersed in the fantasy of killing and power broke out in a cold sweat.

In any case, he couldn't easily resist this kind of power that he had fought against for hundreds of years like his teacher. The temptation from chaos was too great.

Darth Maul couldn't keep himself awake.

"We borrow the power from Chaos, but we cannot become everything in the hands of Chaos. Remember my young apprentice, you still have a lot to learn." The reminder from the teacher made Darth Maul come from dangerous situations again and again. Edge woke up.

"My plan, as well as the role you need to play in it, are all decided by me. Follow my words, my young apprentice." The male voice in the dark said in an unwavering tone: "Your anger... ...Your lust for power makes you stupid, but, if you threaten my plans and actions...it will not be the witcher who destroys you."

PS: Thanks to the book friend @AFJ2F for the reward, and thanks to the book friend @迷前人 for the reward