The Game of Demon Hunter

Dale Seaworth led a team of nearly fifty people, and rushed straight to the direction of the witches in the forest following the breath left by the Chaos Demon.

From the corpses of the forward reconnaissance team, Seaworth was even more sure that the witches might have completely surrendered to Chaos to obtain such powerful power.

At the same time, he was even more worried about the many problems that the paladin expeditionary force had shown after losing the care of Lord Stannis.

On the previous battlefield, Lord Stannis's huge range of perception directly made the paladins feel as if they had opened a full map, allowing them to intersperse unscrupulously and attack the weak positions of the Chaos demons.

Legendary paladins can easily analyze which enemies can be dealt with by their professionals, and which ones need to be shot by themselves, so that the paladins can be commanded in an orderly manner.

Dale Seaworth originally thought that he had been a deputy for three years, and he was already a mature commander, but when he led the team alone and encountered chaos, he realized that he was just responsible for conveying the orders of Lord Stannis Just a megaphone.

Lord Stannis removed more than half of the high-ranking paladins in the paladin expedition and stayed in the Old Continent. Dale Seaworth knew that the legendary paladins wanted to take this opportunity to establish themselves as commanders.

But now, Dale has begun to doubt whether he is really capable of holding such an important position. If those powerful colleagues are also in the team, maybe these dead companions will have a different ending.

The weakness in Dale Seaworth's heart only stayed for a second, and the determination returned to the paladin's face: "Collect the formation, let's continue to pursue! Don't be blinded by the power of chaos, under the sun, victory will be won." It will be ours!"

The paladins took the lead and rushed to the forefront of the team. As the only few high-level paladins, Dale Seaworth knew that he could not be like Lord Stannis, like a demigod on the battlefield, but he would do his best Do your best to become the strong shield of the legion, the sharp sword of the legion!

The monk Tang Sanzang felt uncomfortable for a moment before, but with his amazing physique and willpower, the monk just shook his head to get rid of the influence.

He ignored the little monsters that passed by him before. Tang Sanzang was very self-aware. Those who passed him could only be dealt with by his companions. He could not give up the enemy in front of him and chase them.

The enemy who was originally injured by the monk was already limp on the ground, leaving only a layer of empty skin, as if the internal organs and bones inside were composed of those monsters.

"Little Horror?" The monk vaguely remembered that before leaving his homeland, he had heard about similar monsters from the mouths of other people in the world, and it seemed to be very difficult to deal with.

"Since it's a monster!" The monk's hands were wrong, and the two iron palms struck together, sparking out.

The sparks seemed to ignite Master Sanzang's palms and sleeves, and the strange flames enveloped the monk's two arms: "Flame Knife, please teach me!"

Relying on his half-baked spells, coquettish positioning, and amazing taunting skills, Yang Yuefan managed to hold back the two nearby patrol teams of paladins in a short time.

The origin of the profession of Hell Poet is a mystery. Xu Yichen has always maintained a state of cooperation with Yang Yuefan, and has never asked about the profession.

Unlike the witcher lineage, almost no one has heard of the profession of hell poet, and there is no relevant record in Kaer Morhen.

If it wasn't marked on the battle group page, Xu Yichen probably wouldn't even have a chance to know his name.

Victor, the black-robed wizard who had been secretly observing Yang Yuefan in the air, was also a little surprised.

It seems that Yang Yuefan can not only use spells and play poems, but also has good stealth and assassination abilities, and also seems to have good defensive attributes.

Two consecutive golden lightning bolts struck Yang Yuefan's body, almost piercing his armor, but the speed of the hell poet did not decrease, and he still shuttled through the bushes at high speed.

At the same time, the halo abilities of various attributes of the paladins are also continuously causing elemental damage to Yang Yuefan.

Although the damage caused by the halo is not strong, it has a large range. Starting from the paladin who uses the halo as the origin, a circular area with a radius of about fifteen meters can be extended outward.

Although the damage decreases with the distance and does not superimpose with the increase of the number of users, but on the battlefield, this kind of aura that can follow the movement of the paladins is definitely a big killer!

The black-robed wizard Victor has grown up in the Far South Colony for more than ten years. He is ignorant of the changes in the outside world, so he can't help but feel a little startled.

These religious lunatics didn't know this kind of skill before. Could it be a new type of magic that just appeared recently?

On the other side of the black forest, Fan Li, the assassin responsible for creating chaos, was already covered in blood.

Fan Li shook the battle ax in his hand, and flung out the brains sticking to it. Leaning against the cover made up of several corpses, he panted heavily.

The camp seemed to have been dug out by giant beasts. Tents were overturned, fences were kicked down, and wooden boxes containing supplies were scattered all over the place.

There were less than ten casters standing on the edge of the camp, looking around the surrounding buildings vigilantly, and shooting a flaming arrow from time to time, setting the tents around them on fire.

It seems that every tent hides an enemy, every wooden box hides an axe, and every highest point lurks an assassin who will descend on justice at any time.

The mercenaries responsible for protecting the spellcasters suffered heavy casualties, and most of the corpses that can be seen in the camp were contributed by them.

This 13-member mercenary squad was originally called to do odd jobs, and only the captain and deputy captain were low-level professionals.

At this time, the old captain who was over forty years old was already lying dead on the other side of the camp. The cause of death was that his skull was smashed by a tomahawk.

Only the deputy captain in his early twenties was left standing with the casters, the longbow in his hand moving from one target to the next.

Several spellcasters who replaced their mechanical eyes adjusted their visual mode to an unreliable temperature detection mode.

However, the surrounding burning tents greatly interfered with this magical version of thermal imaging, and Fan Li, who had done well in the reserve service, was leaning on several corpses that had just died.

Relying on the residual temperature of the corpse to cover up his whereabouts.

"Half of the people were hacked to death, so the mission should be considered complete?" Fan Li carefully observed the chaotic camp, and felt that it was really chaotic: "Why hasn't he come back yet?"

Dedicated and patriotic, Fan Li planned to carry out the orders of his superiors to the end, and walked around behind a tent without making a sound, using standard crawling movements, intending to kill a few more blind people.

PS: Yesterday I felt that Russia was so fierce before, maybe it could reach Uruguay, and it turned out. . .