The Game of Demon Hunter

The pale yellow powder lingered on the opponent's sickle, like tarsal maggots, and spread in the surrounding air as the scythe was swung. Under the blow of the monster, it was mixed with suffocating bad breath.

The witcher drove his warhorse, trying to avoid the enemy's attack, but he couldn't even open his eyes.

The silver flame that shone with psychic brilliance was crumbling under the blow of the monster, and it was powerless against the light yellow powder that hit it.

Xu Yichen only felt a numbness on his exposed skin, followed by an uncontrollable itching.

Fortunately, the war horse Tianqi was not affected in any way by such an attack. After realizing that his master was unable to respond, he immediately dodged to the right.

The huge sickle pierced deeply into the ground like a hoe, and then dragged backwards with the movement of the plague bringer, plowing a deep ditch on the ground.

"Unfortunately, it missed." The Plaguebringer grumbled in dissatisfaction. In the previous movements, all the muscles in his body were exerting force.

This caused heavy losses to the fly nest behind it, and countless plague flies were squeezed to death in the body by the muscles.

"Teacher, you'd better think of a way, or we'll be turned into fertilizer here!" Alix kept moving his hands, relying on simple materials to make traps with simple structures one after another. Look and throw 'beyond the walls'.

Those stupid enemies can't make correct judgments at all, even if there is a trap in front of them, they will step on it without hesitation.

The arm of the half-elf ranger who opened the bow was trembling slightly. In just five minutes, he shot thirty-seven arrows and solved thirty-seven seemingly troublesome targets.

Radia knew he could take at most six more shots before he could maintain his current level of lethality.

The ranger looked at his unscathed apprentice, and said angrily: "What can I do in this situation, you still pray that we will have a strong enough reinforcements, if we can go back alive this time, we will shoot a thousand bows every day!" Second-rate!"

Druigast still seemed a little weak, in order to remove all the bloodthirsty vines in his body, he paid a great price, otherwise he would become a walking man-eating plant.

At this time, Master Gast was planting another plant seed into those corpses.

These scavenging plants will quickly take root and sprout in the corpse, and then break out of the body, and finally completely strengthen this simple wall and become a real wall.

In this forest, the Druid's own divine arts were almost all banned, and Master Gast was unable to communicate with the spirit of nature here. He even suspected that there was no so-called spirit of nature here.

Nurgle's will hangs over all lands that belong to him.

Every time Gast felt the terrifying will hidden behind him, he would sweat coldly. That vibrant and malicious terrifying existence could easily destroy the faith of a druid who was not strong enough.

Karoo stood on the top of the 'wall', swung his axe, and chopped down every monster that tried to climb up, turning it into a new material for the 'wall'.

The foreign body wrapped around his waist that did not belong to him had already mixed with his blood, without distinction.

And his companion who had been fighting with him had half of his leg bitten off by a huge spider a few minutes ago.

If it wasn't for that human ranger desperately grabbing his arm and dragging him back inside the 'wall', he would have already been buried in the spider's mouth by this time.

Legolas contracted half of the defense of the 'wall' by himself, and the bow and arrow in his hand were like machine guns, constantly reducing the number of monsters.

The few remaining elves used their own bows and arrows to pour out a rain of death.

But the endless enemies in front of them made them fall into despair.

Like a warrior, Effilar stood at the top of the 'wall' with a long sword in his hand, carefully controlling the strength of his spiritual energy to prevent it from falling into the brink of losing control again.

She glanced at the witcher who was in trouble, and felt that she might have to take a risk today.

Xu Yichen could feel that his eyes were in front of the highly poisonous powder, fragile like fruits in magma, quickly losing moisture and being melted.

The unprecedented pain directly affected the brain, and the exposed skin was corroded, revealing bright red muscles and white bones.

Apocalypse under his crotch was drenched in his own blood, wailed, and kept avoiding those blades full of malice.

The witcher sticks to his reason, trying to overcome the pain in his body, maintaining his balance so that he will not fall off the horse.

Fortunately, a steady stream of blood flowed out from his body, turning into silver flames, washing his body, and two lines of blood and tears washed away the powder in his eyes.

Xu Yichen knew that his face might have been melted by the previous corrosion, and he could feel the air flowing outside his teeth.

He didn't panic, this kind of injury was not enough to shake his will, and in reality he had lost more than 50% of his skin.

But he got through it, and this time, too.

Originating from the [Regeneration] talent in the body, the continuous energy was transformed, trying to repair the witcher's body, but his injuries were too serious.

Fortunately, the messenger of the plague god did not use the yellowish powder again, which was also a precious poison for it, directly from Nurgle's garden.

It has no more stock, and perhaps this time the world has fallen, the great father, the Lord of Plagues, will allow himself to go deep into its beautiful gardens and collect some rare and precious venom?

"Those natives are powerless to resist. They don't even have the weakest ability to resist in the face of chaos, just like us." A tall figure in full-cover armor said: "We should leave, be careful not to burn yourself."

"This world has our close relatives, and we must get their secrets. Chaos destroyed our world and drove us like dogs to flee between worlds." Another armored man with a huge staff said: " Maybe we should take the initiative and thwart Chaos' plot, so we can stay here for a while longer."

"You are the navigator, it's up to you to decide." Another man in armor bowed slightly: "Based on the information we have now, this world is worth our stay for a while."

"If we confront them head-on, we may expose our position. You know that deformed tree of life is about to bear fruit." The first armored man reminded: "Are you still planning to take risks?"

"Of course, we've got nothing to lose."

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