Demon Hunter and His Hut

This voice?

Accompanied by that low roar, a huge pressure in the darkness was transmitted over a great distance.

This voice, this breath?

A terrifying creature flashed in his mind, but Lehard shook his head quickly.

No, how is that possible?

The powerful dark creatures like Lushoujing haven't appeared for nearly a hundred years.

Although Sipi Terrier is a subspecies of Lushoujing, the class of the two is very different after all. Is this guy I'm chasing the illegitimate son of that Lushoujing?

A sense of absurdity welled up in Lehard's heart.

But his emotions soon disappeared, because in the depths of the dark woods, that powerful breath was gradually approaching him.

The monster locked him!

Damn it, damn it!

In an ordinary selection mission, not only did I accidentally meet the Sapien Terrier, but there was a deer-headed spirit that was rarely seen in a hundred years during the pursuit.

What exactly is going on?

Is it really about to break the century-old peace of Eld?

Although the Squirrel Terrier is called a subspecies of the deer head, there is a huge racial difference between him and the deer head.

To put it another way, the earth dragon is an extremely powerful creature, and it is a subspecies of the dragon family.

But compared with the real dragon, the gap between them is unimaginable.

Lehard is a blood knight, also known as a blood hunter, but his aptitude is generally limited by his talent in the long promotion road, and he has reached the limit of physical fitness very early.

With no progress, Lehard chose another path. Since there is no way to improve the purity of the bloodline, he should increase the accumulation as much as possible.

After spending the same amount of time, Lehard developed his spirit and acquired some of the abilities of a warlock, which enabled him to have a variety of attack methods in battle and was much more powerful than knights of the same level.

But even in the face of the legendary creature like the Deer Shoujing, he could only run away.

In addition to being powerful, the deer head can control monsters in different ranges to fight for him according to his rank.

That is to say, fighting a deer head spirit is equivalent to fighting all monsters within its sphere of influence.

That picture is so sour just thinking about it.

The promised duel eventually turned into a gang fight.

What is even more terrifying is that there are some powerful beings among the deer head spirits, they are proficient in a terrible spell, which makes them unable to be easily killed.

Think about it, a powerful monster that can summon monsters to assist in battle at the same time, and cannot be easily killed.

This kind of thing is not something Lehard can deal with at all.

So, Lehard had only one option.

run!

Run now!

He didn't even have time to pick up his loot, so he ran wildly into the distance.

At the same time, the two Rogers, who were in the wooden house, also found something unusual.

The flame in Amanda's hand ended Enola's painful struggle, and the fire spread and ignited the table, chairs, floor and everything around.

The raging flames wrapped the entire wooden house, and the two of Rogers exited the house.

Under the white oak tree, they seemed to hear strange screams coming from the burning house, and it felt as if there was an unknown spirit hidden in the house.

Thinking of what the werewolf had done before and the weird disguise after entering the house, Roger suddenly understood that the house in front of him might also be a monster.

crackle crackle crackle!

The wood burned, and the flames rose into the sky. Gradually, the flames seemed to ignite the surrounding space, and everything in front of them became dazed.

A little spot of light flew out of the flame.

These rays of light actively gathered in Roger's hands.

Roger stretched out his hand, the rotating light spots gathered together, and gradually a slightly yellowed paper appeared in his hand.

At the top of the paper, a line of clear handwriting appeared.

[16—Little Red Riding Hood]

Roger was slightly taken aback, What is this?

Grimm's Fairy Tales?

Could it be that the fairy tales of European folklore are real? Since there are 16, then there will also be numbers from 1 to 15.

What about numbers after 16?

Roger thought of the famous stories, Cinderella, Snow White, One Eye, Two Eyes, and Three Eyes.

To be honest, he was really curious, if these stories were real, what kind of interpretation would there be in the stories?

Obviously, the piece of paper in front of me is a cursed item.

Number 16, then there must be other numbers.

If you put all these numbers together, wouldn't there be a complete book?

Roger's heart moved, So is that a book, a cursed item, or a...world?!

No, no, the world may not be able to talk about it.

But at least it should be considered a fragment of the world, right?

He folded the pages of the book in his hand and placed them close to his body. When he came back to his senses, the flames in front of him had disappeared, and the corpses everywhere had disappeared.

Silence in the dark woods.

Walking a distance in one direction, Roger finally found his way in the dark, but the surrounding trees seemed to have been severely damaged.

Apparently there had been a fierce battle here not long ago, when the two were hesitating whether to continue looking for the spear terrier or return to a nearby town to rest for the night.

Amanda accidentally found a dead branch in a grass.

Come on, Roger!

Amanda picked up the dead branches on the ground, Look what I found!

Spider Terrier's torso!

It looks like an arm.

Roger was also surprised. Isn't this luck too good, or is it all prepared by Ms. Margaret in advance?

Of course they don't know that there is a powerful knight who silently dedicates...

After getting the quest items, the two naturally did not want to stay in the dark woods for a long time, and at this moment there was a low roar in the distance.

There was a terrifying power in that voice.

Without further hesitation, Roger took Amanda back on the same route, to a nearby town before midnight.

cheers!

In the hotel room, the two wine glasses touched each other gently, just one sip. Under the dim light, Amanda blushed.

She put down her glass and stared at the man in front of her, from the first meeting of the two to standing up in the woods, from the rescue of the swamp town to the stay in Bordeaux.

Roger, we seem to have known each other for years.

Roger drank all the wine in the glass and leaned back. He looked at the red-haired girl in front of him with a smile on his lips.

Tonight, I'm very convenient.

Amanda stood up. She had just taken a shower, her red hair was still dripping with water, and her collarbone was looming under her white nightgown.

There was a fiery light in her eyes that seemed to engulf Roger.

Me too!

As soon as the voice fell, the flames on his body rose, and the nightgown on his body disappeared. Roger stared at the thrilling curve in front of him.

He couldn't help but sighed in his heart: Sorceress... Really fragrant!

Amanda walked in front of Roger, and lightly tapped her finger on Roger's shoulder.

The girl looked at Roger.

I heard that your swordsmanship is good.

She slowly approached Roger's ear, her red lips parted lightly.

Draw your sword!

...

That night, Roger mastered another secret of swordsmanship.

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