The Game of Demon Hunter

For the aborigines, this kind of career birth ceremony recognized by the will of the world is comparable to the impact of a transcendent being promoted to legend.

Although Sir Ham has passed the peak period of a professional, and the possibility of becoming a legend is very low, but no one can say that one day people will talk about the old man and go crazy. What if it passes?

After all, this kind of ceremony, in the legend, will increase the life span!

For the two bumpkin players, the scene in front of them was not much different. If the Amazon soldier hadn't explained it to Miss Fox, Xu Yichen would have thought that the opponent was releasing some buff state.

The witcher sneered. It wasn't the first time he had met Sir Ham. He was the first group of professionals who came to see the fun when he was at the gate of the city.

That keel bow was very cool, he remembered it very clearly.

But what Xu Yichen remembered more clearly was that the other party should have known his identity at that moment.

So, this attack on yourself is definitely deliberate?

"My friend, you've fainted anyway, so borrow the ax." The witcher patted the unconscious assassin, pretending to be polite, and picked up his extraordinary-looking hand axe.

After all, from the point of view of the center of gravity, this thing is obviously more suitable for throwing.

"If you are approved by the will of the world, you can be unscrupulous, right?" Xu Yichen spit in the palm of his hand, and assumed the pose of a discus thrower: "Did you ask me first?"

The assassin's hand ax spun with indomitable momentum, and directly knocked Sir Ham off his horse, who was receiving the gift of world consciousness.

Originally, Sir Ham was stretching out his hands, eyes closed, with a relaxed expression on his face, as if a patient who had been constipated for many years was finally released one day, feeling the surging power in his body, transforming his aging body Body.

The sudden attack made Sir Ham fall off his horse unprepared.

Not only Sir Ham was stunned, but the surrounding professionals were also stunned. Even the world consciousness might not have expected that someone would attack a candidate under such circumstances!

You must know that professionals have always been the most precious gift in this world, and the birth of new types of professions is an incomparably precious wealth for the entire world!

Even on the battlefield, if this happens, both parties to the war will restrain their desire to kill, and wait with respect for the chosen one to fully obtain the gift of the will of the world.

If there is a priest present, he will immediately send an invitation to the other party on behalf of his god, trying to let the will of the god affect this brand new profession from the very beginning.

It's just that the Far South Colony is not a traditional power of the church, and the location of Godrim City is more remote than Antony's Port. There is only the Temple of Wealth of the Goddess Woking, which has a small-scale stronghold in this city along with commercial activities. .

But Ms. Woking's only pastor, at this time, no one knows where she is hiding.

No one will interrupt this ceremony, probably, except the players.

After all, for players, professionals are no longer precious human resources, but common neighbors in daily life, policemen patrolling the streets.

Players no longer pursue the diversification and specialization of new occupations. For the upcoming war, these occupations are meaningless, and occupations that are truly popular are good occupations.

Although Xu Yichen didn't know that much, what does an aborigine, an aboriginal enemy who may be promoted to legend, represent to a witcher?

Enemies, or enemies with great potential.

For the political commissar, only dead enemies are good enemies.

Of course, in this world, enemies who may die are not necessarily reassuring, but the core values ​​are universal.

So Xu Yichen made the move without hesitation. Not only was it as simple as the flying axe, but the whole witcher charged forward with the flying axe!

Knight Alves could hardly maintain his solemn etiquette posture, and the Amazon warrior stared wide-eyed. As for Miss Fox, she exhausted all her self-cultivation as a noble lady to restrain the urge to scream.

Fortunately, that layer of golden light is not only a symbol of the chosen one, but also has a certain defensive ability. It finally saved Sir Ham's life from being directly hacked to death by the throwing axe.

It's just that before Sir Ham could completely recover from the dazed state, a burst of severe pain brought him back to his senses.

The arm holding the bow had already left the body, and the bright red blood made everyone present angry.

"Stop!" Knight Alves climbed on his horse quickly: "Do you know what you are doing, witcher!"

The Amazon female warrior also couldn't help clenching the spear in her hand, but Miss Elizabeth blocked their impulse with her slender arms.

From the point of view of a ruler, Miss Fox, who has the support of the Amazon tribe, does not suffer in terms of professionals. The sudden selection of the chosen one made her feel a little uncontrollable.

An old, well-connected, powerful aristocratic professional who is not united with himself and who may be promoted to legend is really a headache.

Since the witcher is willing to take the initiative to stand up and seek hatred, Elizabeth is also happy to see this result, especially the other party's attack is too decisive!

No one expected that the witcher would attack Sir Ham, and no one expected that the witcher would directly cripple Sir Ham's arm!

"Sir Ham, this is not the first time we have met!" The witcher stepped on the opponent's chest, and the sword point of the [Elegant Ripper] was pointed at the opponent's throat: "Why did I stand in front of the prisoner?" At this time, you still take the initiative to attack me?"

From ecstasy to panic and then to despair, in just a few seconds, Sir Ham's mind fluctuated violently. Even if the arm was reattached, it would not be as flexible and powerful as before. Neither does healing.

Unless someone is willing to cast the spell of regeneration of severed limbs on him, coupled with years of re-training, he will have a chance to return to his peak form.

Sir Ham couldn't accept all this for a while, and roared at the witcher with red eyes: "You are dead, bastard, no matter who you are, I must kill you!"

"Pfft!"

Without another word, Xu Yichen beheaded Sir Ham at his feet.

This time, the faces of the surrounding professionals turned green, half of them drew their weapons, and surrounded the witcher faintly, as if they would go to war if there was any disagreement.

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