The Game of Demon Hunter

"However, I have a task for you...to cool down your desire to kill until we need it again." The teacher's words made Darth Maul's increasingly chaotic brain become a little bit Get excited.

"Our new friend found something interesting in Antony Grand Port. An apprentice who just passed the Green Grass Trial ruined one of their operations." The voice in the dark seemed to gloat over what happened: "A stupid foolish action."

"Teacher, I thought we would no longer accept newcomers." Darth Maul worked hard to move his brain, trying to squeeze out something he could think of.

"That's right, but obviously an old friend of mine didn't take it seriously. They are the wolf school, and they have always felt that their school is different from other schools." The voice in the dark seemed to be recalling past memories: "However, what happened After so many things, Kaer Morhen must have made some changes."

"Okay, my apprentice, before your brain is burnt out, go and see our children, I think they will definitely come here to have a look, and prepare some surprises for them in the forest." The voice in the dark Seems to lose interest in the conversation: "Don't go too far, don't upset our new friends, and don't let our little ones get nothing."

"As you wish, teacher, I will set off immediately, and I will not disappoint you." Darth Maul turned and left from this dark space.

"Yes, yes, of course, what else can I expect?" The gloomy voice echoed in the darkness.

The black-robed apprentice moved like a cat in the forest. On his chest, the silver-white cat school necklace vibrated constantly, as if crying for himself.

Suddenly, Darth Vader stopped his figure. He squatted on the ground and gently stroked the ground with his hands. The witcher once rested here briefly, leaving a shallow mark on the ground.

But that mark has been smoothed out by the elves, but in the eyes of the black-robed apprentice, there are still marks that are different from other places.

The outline of a human figure appeared clearly in Darth Vader's eyes.

It can be seen that a man with a height of about 1.86 meters and a strong body once lay down here to rest for a while.

"You have a good mentality, newcomer." The black-robed apprentice sighed in admiration. It was said that the other party had only become a demon hunter in his early two months.

As a rookie, the other party not only broke the record for the longest age in the Qingcao Trial, but also seemed to be doing a good job.

The black-robed apprentice stood up and planned to follow the trail left by the other party, but when he was about to take a step, he stopped suddenly.

The renegade hunter formed Alder's sign in the air, and hit the ground a few steps away fiercely, splashing mud everywhere.

In the next second, a crossbow arrow shot out from nowhere was nailed to the ground. After the arrow touched the ground, a silver flame soon ignited.

The black samurai robe on Darth Vader's body already has several burn marks, and it seems that he has suffered several losses.

He didn't know how the other party's traps were arranged, and they would always appear in places he didn't expect, causing him a lot of trouble along the way.

That unknown flame, even though it couldn't do him any harm, could always bring him great pain.

This kind of pain reminded him of the torture he suffered when he went deep into chaos.

The group arrived at the second scheduled supply point smoothly.

It was close to a brook, but when the witchers and the others arrived, the originally clear water in the brook looked like industrial waste water.

Pale yellow foam almost filled the entire surface of the stream, and from time to time a big bubble rose up in the water, allowing people to see the greenish water source under the foam.

A stench will also attack the sense of smell of the surrounding people with the bursting of the bubbles.

The flying creature, which was the size of a ping pong ball and looked a bit like a fly, had no interest in the witchers and the others, and flew back and forth on both sides of the river bank, making an annoying buzzing sound.

On the banks on both sides of the creek, a blood-red mushroom, covered with yellow and white lump-like spots, retains rotting soup, providing sufficient nutrients for these big 'flies'.

"We'd better camp in another place." Legolas' complexion was a little pale. He could calmly face the enemy's sharp swords, but he couldn't face the filth directly.

The main reason why he left the adventure team organized by Gonzal Aragon at that time was that the witcher took him to clean up a small town that believed in Nurgle.

That scene still makes the elf knight hard to let go. Originally a slender elf, after returning to his homeland, he lost nearly 20 kilograms and almost died of malnutrition.

"You're right, we'd better stay away from here." Xu Yichen was also worried about whether there would be stream water seeping in when they dug the cave for storing supplies.

But this trip was a bit too comfortable, and it was impossible to be so comfortable all the time.

A black strip shot out from the creek violently, almost detonating the surrounding air. If Xu Yichen's dynamic vision was not strong enough, he could hardly see this thing clearly.

A fly disappeared under the water in an instant.

He knew that the elf knights around him must have seen it better than himself, because he had already drawn out one of his bows and arrows and was ready to shoot.

The flies on both sides of the creek dispersed with a bang, buzzing and flying in all directions. After this kind of vicious little thing got close, its appearance was enough to make normal people get goose bumps all over their bodies.

Xu Yichen said badly to himself, before he could stop his companion.

Legolas beside him was like a cat whose hair had exploded, shooting the arrow in his hand frantically, bouncing back and forth between several big trees at a speed that was barely visible to the naked eye.

For a moment, beside Xu Yichen, the 'flies' that were shot into explosions by the arrows fell like rain.

The witcher covered his face with one hand to prevent the caught fish from hitting his face. Although this thing didn't seem to have a strong attack power, it was comparable to the champion of Khorne in terms of scariness. warrior.

Through the gaps between his fingers, Xu Yichen stared at the sewage in the creek. Compared with these 'flies', he was more concerned about the predators in the water.

Black streaks shoot out from below the surface, carrying away one prey at a time, and they've apparently noticed the elves who are robbing their business.

PS: Don’t drink too much lemonade, comrades. . . .