The Game of Demon Hunter

"What happened?" Xu Yichen tried to use the special communication method between players to ask Alix.

He heard footsteps, the sound of armor rubbing, and explosions, but the source of the sound was from the opposite direction of the elves. If it wasn't that they encountered reinforcements, or a third-party force joined the battle.

For example, the caster who released the ice storm.

But in the chaotic area, short messages between players can basically be regarded as an ineffective way of communication, even though the straight-line distance between the two is only a short ten meters.

"Be careful, the enemy we met in the elf camp is fifteen meters to your right." A pleasant female voice suddenly entered the witcher's brain.

This was Effilar's voice, and Xu Yichen immediately recognized the owner of the voice.

"Four people, they had a conflict with that fat guy." The silver-haired witch's voice was full of surprise: "I think they might want to help us."

Xu Yichen kept his vigilance and began to stay away from the battlefield. The ubiquitous chaotic atmosphere in this forest and the white mist were interfering with his perception.

But he can still rely on the touch from his feet to adjust his posture immediately and maintain his balance.

If she hadn't seen the skills of the witcher before, the witch would not even be able to feel that the other party was blind at this time.

The witcher walked steadily and moved towards the wall under the command of the witch. He couldn't fight under such conditions.

The roar of the Plaguebringer echoed in his ears: "It's you little mice again, you finally have the courage to appear in front of me!"

Then there was the sound of the sword cutting into the flesh, and the whistling sound of something unknown.

The most powerful thing was the movement of the God of Plague Messenger hitting people with his sickle, and the earth trembled accordingly.

One of the witcher's feet had already stepped on the corpse that had turned into a wall.

The berserker Karu stretched out his hand, intending to pull the witcher up, but he didn't know where he should grab it.

The opponent's bloody body was covered in flames, and the visible parts of the naked eye lost the protection of the skin.

In the end, Karoo tugged on the edge of the opponent's armor, dragging the witcher inside the wall.

"My God, how should I treat his wound?" Alex's panicked voice reached Xu Yichen's ears.

"Water." Xu Yichen's voice was very calm: "Legolas, use your spring water soaked in the Silmarillion to wash my wound."

In the next second, he felt a cool feeling washing over his face and hands.

A large amount of spring water flowed into the mouth that lost his lips and face, and Xu Yichen swallowed the spring water greedily.

"I need you to remove all the rotten flesh." The witcher then used his leaky voice to direct the others to deal with his injuries.

He could feel the wounds on his body, which were constantly healing and being corroded. The powdery poison was still corroding his body.

If it wasn't for [Bath of God's Blood], he would have turned into a puddle of invisible gravy by now.

If it weren't for the talent of [Regeneration], he would have died a long time ago under the continuous poisoning.

Fortunately, he possessed these two characteristics at the same time. After the toxins eroded his skin with great effort, he was unable to move forward in front of the wound that was constantly healing itself.

Legolas glanced at the silver-haired witch, who nodded at him.

So the elf knight took out his own knife, a very sharp knife, which he usually used to cut arrow shafts.

Pieces of carrion that were as thin as cicada's wings left the body under the knife of the elf, and the expression of the witcher remained unchanged from the beginning to the end.

Of course, with his current appearance, even if he wanted to show his teeth, he couldn't do it.

Soon, the demon hunter's hands saw the bones, Legolas's hands were still steady, and Xu Yichen's hands remained flat.

But Alix couldn't take it anymore, he didn't understand why the other party refused to die.

For players, this is just a game, why refuse to give up?

In this game, there is no option for pain adjustment. Alix claims to be a true survivalist. He has encountered countless dangers and tribulations in countless environments that ordinary people dare not even imagine.

He broke his leg, was bitten by a wolf, pierced by a tree trunk, and fell off a cliff, but he didn't even have the courage to watch such a tragedy like the one in front of him.

"Don't die easily, Alix, this is very important." Xu Yichen said behind Alix in a calm tone: "Remember my words."

The witcher could feel that the wounds on his hands quickly lost the burning sensation, and he said to the witch, "Rinse the water."

Caroo took the elf's watering pot, and rinsed the witcher's hands with plenty of water, where the bones could almost be seen.

Fortunately, the demon hunter has the talent of [Hundred Poisons Invulnerability], otherwise, the infection alone would have killed him before he healed himself.

Legolas breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up at the battlefield not far away. Those armored men and the messenger of the plague god were almost evenly matched.

The hounds that were constantly being summoned consumed the mutated monsters that were still alive. The caster of unknown origin was good at using frost spells, which greatly limited the ability of the messenger of the plague god.

"I've started to deal with your face, don't talk from now on." The elf knight wiped the sweat off his face, and said with certainty: "If you can get out of here alive, your future achievements will definitely be better than your teacher's!" Bigger!"

The half-elf ranger turned and walked towards the edge of the wall: "I'm going to guard, I can't stand it anymore."

Legolas began to carefully clean up the witcher's face with barely discernible features, and the man's cleaned hands were growing muscles and skin at a speed almost visible to the naked eye.

Judging by the speed, before Legolas finished treating the wound on the witcher's face, his hands were back to normal.

Of course, this is mainly due to the bottle of purple healing potion that he drank before.

As the carrion on the face was continuously peeled off, fresh blood flowed out along the wound. The scary-looking silver fire burned quietly, but it did not burn the elf knight.

Soon, Legolas had done most of his work, the only thing that bothered him a little was the witcher's eyes.

In his hundreds of years of professional career, he has not seen the rebirth of severed limbs a few times, especially the eyes.

"Dig it out, it should be able to grow new ones." Xu Yichen touched his eye sockets with his intact fingers, and said to Legolas: "Prepare me some food, I'm about to starve to death."

PS: Guan Gong shaved his bones to heal his wounds, but now a political commissar shaves his face to save his life, EMMM~