The Game of Demon Hunter

The heavily armed orcs rampaged through the city like tanks, and the fragile walls of human buildings could not stop the destruction of the large weapons in the hands of the orcs.

The walls were shattered, the buildings were destroyed, and the mutants who were hiding inside were driven out by the orcs, regardless of gender, age or age. The orcs strictly followed the orders of the demon hunters, distinguishing each other by the degree of mutation.

Those with no mutations stand on the left, and those with less severe mutations stand on the right.

If the mutation is so serious that it is inhuman, it will be executed on the spot.

Those with attacking intentions shall be executed on the spot.

Those who lose their self-awareness shall be executed on the spot.

Heminsk watched as fifty heavily armored warriors cleaned up a street of people in just ten minutes with astonishing efficiency, and chief Aragon's apprentice Siris didn't even bat an eye.

"Name? Age? What are your specialties?" The apprentice was like a god of death walking in the world, coldly sweeping over the shivering survivors, and recorded the other party's news with paper.

Then, according to his own judgment, he cleanly killed the unsaved lives one by one, without mercy, but extremely firm.

Heminsk himself has gone through countless tests and gradually adapted to this kind of life with amazing experience, but that apprentice has only become a witcher for less than a year, if it's not that the other party's heart is like steel, or there is something else Support him.

It could also be a little bit of both.

In front of Xu Yichen, there were 309 lucky ones who had been screened out, and even more corpses lay on the ground.

Ciriya was so shocked by the tragedy that she couldn't even hold her weapon steadily, and subconsciously stood behind Master Heminsk.

"Xilia, come here and organize these people to line up. We need to hurry up. Every minute of delay, there will be a few more people who are irretrievable." Xu Yichen took out a whole box of spirits from the space equipment, and put them all together. Pour bottle by bottle into a large jar.

It was usually used by the residents of Antony Grand Port City to store fresh water, and now it has been given a new mission to make antidote.

That's right, Xu Yichen felt that his blood might work. He planned to conduct an experiment with these people in front of him. If it worked, it would be the best. If it didn't work, it would be a pity.

The sharp dagger left deep wounds on Xu Yichen's leathery skin, and the [Advanced Regeneration] ability allowed him to control his body to a higher level. When he didn't want a certain wound to heal, this self-healing ability Capabilities will be limited.

This saves him the stupid act of constant self-mutilation as before. The fresh blood burns when it touches the air full of chaos. like a wall.

The silver flame flowed into the spirit and continued to burn above the liquid. As the witcher continued to stir, the spirit turned reddish, like an oversized cocktail.

"Is it effective?" Heminsk vaguely heard about the special nature of Xu Yichen's blood, and asked nervously. No one would be more willing than him to see a city being saved, which would make his mind peaceful.

"I hope it works. Do me a favor and pick someone who is quite normal to try." Xu Yichen winked at the witcher.

Heminske nodded, inspected the survivors, and picked a girl who didn't seem to have any mutated tissues. She stared ahead blankly, as if she hadn't recovered from her panic.

The witcher felt that this girl looked a bit like his younger sister, and he sincerely hoped that the apprentice's method would work and give these poor people a way out.

Heminsk carried the thin girl out of the crowd like a chicken, pinched the girl's face with his fingers, and forced her to open her mouth.

"Let's get started." Heminsk actually felt a little nervous, and he couldn't remember the last time he was nervous.

When Pastor Thomas Ward arrived at the scene, he saw such a scene.

A group of civilians were surrounded by a group of heavily armored greenskins, terrified, a cauldron burning with silver flames shone on two armored witchers, a poor girl was coerced, and seemed to be about to swallow Holding flames.

Lady Woking bless me! Pastor Shangyin once thought that he was late, that these people had surrendered to Chaos, and were holding some cult ceremony.

At that moment, Thomas Ward's eyes were as wet as his crotch.

As the silver flames were devoured by the girl, the originally quiet victim suddenly let out a scream that could shatter a glass!

Pastor Shangyin also screamed in fright! Hell, he felt like he was doomed today!

Seeing the girl struggling in the hands of the witcher, Xu Yichen appeared to be in great pain, but her eyes became active, and she was transforming from a puppet back into a human being.

The girl's body suddenly shrank into a ball, and Heminsk immediately carried the girl to another direction, and the girl spit out a large black object in the next second.

The thing fell on the ground like punctured insect eggs, each seven or eight centimeters long, and the black line-like body twitched continuously, and then turned into ashes.

After vomiting, the girl screamed unabated, and she tore at the sleeve of her right arm as if there was a flame burning there.

Xu Yichen rolled up the girl's sleeves, where the palm-sized piece of skin had turned reddish-brown, blisters emerged and then burst, and silver flames emerged from them.

Heminsk sliced ​​off the injured muscle tissue on the girl's arm with a sword, and the flesh that fell on the ground quickly turned into pus.

The girl also breathed a sigh of relief, and passed out neatly.

But the screaming still didn't stop, and Pastor Shangyin's passionate performance attracted the orcs' attention.

Xu Yichen sighed, and stretched out his hand to look at the girl's eyes: "I think she's fine, let's treat the trauma first, it looks like the result is not bad."

Heminske glanced at [War Disaster] next to Xu Yichen, and then at his long sword: "What are you going to do if I don't have the sword?"

"Amputation." Xu Yichen didn't even raise his head: "You are not helping her by doing this. Now we lack doctors and healers. Large-scale trauma can easily lead to infection. The healing time of wounds is longer and requires longer recuperation. She Probably won't live to heal on its own."

"He doesn't look like he's here to trouble you. We have no shortage of healers." Heminsk saw that Pastor Shangyin regained his composure, patted the dirt on his body calmly, and smirked at himself: "It seems You must have beaten them up before, well done apprentice, let me reintroduce, my name is Heminsk, a wolf school hunter."

Xu Yichen laughed: "My name is Xu Yichen, an apprentice of the Wolf School."

Heminsk's smile suddenly became less natural.

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