God-level Demon Hunter

"teacher?"

"What teacher?"

Full of hope but suddenly lost, Oakes said frantically,

The boy licked his dry lips, hesitated for a while, then slowly took out a chain from his pocket, and showed it to the witcher——

A necklace woven with black hemp rope, with a silver pendant hanging from the top of the necklace, in the shape of an animal head, a lifelike cat.

It is opening its mouth wide to reveal two fangs, and its eyes are shining with a faint light.

Chapter 2 Bloodway

The sky was gloomy, covered with cloudy clouds, and there was a little water in the air, but the rain did not fall after all, and the traces left on the ground remained.

The four demon hunters followed these traces and rode for a day and a night, and arrived at a tall and dense forest before the evening of the next day.

A familiar smell of blood wafted in the air, the witcher settled the horses, and stepped on the thick and soft humus to drill into the bushes.

The fluffy umbrella-shaped branches and leaves on the top of the bushes blocked most of the light and blocked their vision. The witchers could only see straight tree trunks nearby and clusters of low bushes, but these were also natural cover for them.

Arched like cats, on tiptoe, they move ghostly from one shelter to another.About 5 minutes later, an elk ran into their view from the bushes, and there was a dead body lying in its path.

The man was lying on his back next to a cedar tree. Judging from his face, he was about 30 years old, and his rough and messy linen clothes were stained red with a lot of blood.

The muscles on the man's exposed arms protruded like hills, and the chest hair in the unbuttoned front of his chest was black and thick, as strong as a human-shaped bear.

But there was just such a man who went so completely powerless to resist that he was subdued with one blow before he even had time to draw out the weapon hanging around his waist.

Roy checked the body and found that the fatal injury was a gash in the neck.

The wound was as precise and simple as a scalpel, as thin as a blood-colored cotton thread, neither deep nor shallow, just enough to break open the trachea and carotid artery.

Touching the wound, the witcher could almost imagine the scene at that time: the man was taking a nap in front of the fir tree, and the sneak attacker came up from behind without a sound, covering the man's mouth with one hand, and at the same time, the cold blade was on his neck. The touch is fleeting, and then recedes gracefully and calmly.

"It's a good hand..." Lei Suo's fingers were stained with blood that was still warm, and he concluded concisely, "I didn't waste any effort...The control of the body is like a monster."

"It's normal..." Oakes said in a low voice, "That group of people have always focused on studying swordsmanship."

Roy had a strong premonition when he heard this. If he wanted to experience this time, he might make a futile trip.

In addition to the wound on the neck of the deceased, both ears were also cut off, turning into two bloody holes.

Demon hunters usually only do this kind of immoral behavior to monsters such as water ghosts.

"It really is a bunch of lunatics."

"He wants to give the 'trophy' to that kid as proof of revenge."

……

The demon hunter continued to go deeper, and soon found the No. 2 dead man surrounded by three big trees. The same sword sealed his throat and his ears were cut off.

There was also a dead roe deer lying beside him, so it was deduced that he should have encountered a "ghost" while hunting in the woods.

"That guy was very patient. He hung behind the robbers and waited until they entered the woods to disperse before launching an attack." Roy said with a sarcasm, "This group of idiots have never even heard of Feng Lin Moru? ?”

He was very close to the answer.

The witcher came to an open space in the middle of the forest, where five or six tents were set up, and there was a huge bonfire in the center. The wood was burned into black charcoal, but the fire went out, and the iron pot on the shelf was knocked down. next to the ground.

Near the iron pot, there was a circle of corpses lying neatly.

Their death conditions were much more tragic than the previous two. The clothes on their chests were cut to pieces at high speed by the blade, revealing a large bloody wound.

Each of the six corpses was hit by at least ten swords.

However, there are very few traces of fighting on the scene, which proves that the duration of the fighting is very short.

"It's unreasonable..." Oakes was very surprised. For a moment, he couldn't imagine how the perpetrator shot so many times in a short period of time.

"I can probably guess."

Roy quietly pulled out the blade on his back, and made several movements along the footprints of the suspected murderer near the campfire.

The witcher's wrists shook rapidly, and the blade spiraled downwards from the top of his head, like the hands of a clock, round and round.

The sword edge kept sweeping through the air and let out a low hissing sound. At the same time, his footsteps moved forward slowly, and his body was also moving.

Spin.

Like a moving whirlwind.

It's a pity that because his sword skills are not solid enough, his movements appear clumsy and awkward.

But this is enough, with his demonstration, the Oaks brothers showed a look of surprise, "Little devil, how did you think of it?"

"To be honest, I can't remember which book I saw it in," Roy explained half-truthfully, "I can only imitate it badly, it's far from the real Maopai swordsmanship, and I can't show it at all." The essence of it."

"Maopai swordsmanship? If you have the opportunity, you must communicate with that guy..." Oakes raised his eyebrows, and his interest became more and more intense.

……

The death time of these corpses was less than two hours, and the "souvenirs" had not been cut away, probably because the murderer didn't have time, he was busy hunting the escapees.

The witcher searched the tent again. Luggage and belongings were still in the tent, but there was no one there. A row of messy footprints in front of the tent pointed to the emerald green bushes——

On the gray humus made of dead branches and fallen leaves, intermittent drops of blood emerged, and a stream of bright red blood molecules spread in the air.

They went further into the jungle.

Then they found four dead with different shapes in a lush bush. The witcher noticed that one of the dead had both hamstrings cut off and could only crawl on the ground.

Along the crawling track, he left a row of shocking bloodstains under his body, and before he swallowed his last breath, he stretched his hands forward desperately, with horror and unwillingness solidified on his face.

The wounds on his body were scattered, almost all of them were redundant, the fatal wound was a penetrating wound from the back to the front chest.There is no doubt that the assailant stepped on his back and nailed him to the ground from top to bottom with a long sword.

After killing here, it seems that the cat faction's demon hunters have been completely aroused by the fierceness in their bodies, and are no longer satisfied with simple killing.

He began to torment his opponent.

"What did I say? The Cat School is a bunch of lunatics!" Serrit folded his hands on his chest, his face was indifferent, and he seemed extremely disgusted with this method of torturing his opponent.

"But he did the right thing!" Roy said in a deep voice, "This kind of executioner and beast is not worthy of sympathy, they should die in pain!"

"You're wrong, Roy, I didn't pity him. But don't torture the mortal. Excess emotions in battle will reduce the efficiency of shots, and even be overturned by the opponent."

The argument between the two was fruitless.

Suddenly the bushes shook violently, and there was a bellows-like panting, followed by shambling footsteps.

A man covered in blood suddenly rushed into the sight of the demon hunters.

He stared wide-eyed, watching the four demon hunters like drowning people hugging straws, with surprise blooming on their desperate faces.

"Help... help me!"

The man's voice was trembling, and he stretched out his hand towards the opposite side with difficulty, gritted his teeth and dragged his seriously injured body, and his pace was a little faster, and the witcher also ran towards him.

But someone moved faster—a ghost suddenly jumped out of the bushes. Like a preying cat, the ghost straightened its neck and stretched its limbs very long.

Then with a sudden leap, he landed behind the man, circling him in a flash, and at the same time a series of dazzling sharp white lights flashed in mid-air.

In the next second, the bloody man fell apart.

Due to inertia, his body parts fell to different places, and finally a solitary head was left rolling to the feet of the four witchers.

His lips moved, and the man seemed to think he was saved, with an ugly smile on his face.

The witcher raised his head, and not far from him, a man with a strong figure was slowly wiping the blood from his sword, showing his fine white teeth at them.

Chapter 3 Vulture

In the evening, a howling cold wind blew up in the woods, and then drizzle fell through the gaps in the forest and fell to the ground covered with thick dead branches and broken leaves, diluting the warm blood.

The demon hunter's eyes locked on the man thirty years away, a demon hunter——

He stood facing the crowd, wearing black light armor. Compared with most of his kind, he was of medium height and looked thinner, but his limbs were slender, and his lean muscles were full of streamlined beauty.

He carried two swords on his back, the silver sword was still firmly in the sheath, and the blood was wiped off the steel sword, and his left hand quickly danced a few sword flowers.

He is left-handed.

His face was stained with blood, and a pair of sunglasses covered his eyes, making it difficult to see the color of his pupils and the direction of his gaze.His short black hair looks very refreshing, and he should take care of it frequently on weekdays.High nose bridge, thin lips, pointed chin, and extremely sharp facial features, especially the pair of pointed and thin ears, which showed his elven blood.

Three-quarters elves.It is rumored that the members of the cat faction have more or less elven blood, which makes them more agile.

This made Roy think of the crispy assassin.

Fliers

Age: 87

Sex: Male

Identity: Demon Hunter of the Cat School

Life: 150

Mana: 110

Attributes:

strength:? (insufficient perception)

agile:?

Constitution: 15

Perception: 14

Will: 10

Charisma: 6

Spirit: 11

skill:

猎魔人法印Lv5、冥想Lv9、猫学派长剑剑术Lv10、猎魔人感官Lv10、炼金术Lv8……

……

"Friends of Cat Pie, what do you call them?" Lei Suo spread his hands, indicating that there was no malice.

The corner of the guy's mouth curved strangely, revealing a cold and somewhat nervous smile.

"Before asking someone else's name, shouldn't the four of you declare your family name?"

"I'm Reso of Guleta," the bald demon hunter then introduced his companions one by one, "Ox, Serrit, Roy...all come from Viper School."

He showed the pendant on his chest to the other party,

"Flius, from the school of cats."

"Do you know Karl?"

"You mean the orphan?"

Maopai slid down the sunglasses and placed them on the bridge of his nose. His gray-green vertical pupils glanced at the opposite side, and the long sword in his hand suddenly plunged into the ground, and he folded his arms around his chest, "I have to remind the four of you, that child made an agreement with me, and I avenged him just now..." He looked at the head on the ground, "The robbers are all dead, I fulfilled my promise, the child belongs to me now, no one can take it away!"

His tone was very strange, with a long ending, and he couldn't tell which country's dialect it was, but with his expression, he had to say that he was quite embarrassing.

Serrit, who was impulsive, got a little angry, his eyes spit fire, but fortunately Roy held his shoulder in time,

"Friends of Mao Pie, don't be nervous, since you have set your sights on that child first, we won't snatch it from you."

"Snake faction, are you so kind? You gave up so easily after following me all the way?"

"You're wrong. We're after that group of robbers," Roy smiled helplessly, and Frius' temper was not much better than Serritt's. "Since you have dealt with them, there is no need for us to take action."

The voice fell to the ground, and the atmosphere fell into silence for a moment.

Both parties face to face are observing.

Fliers bowed slightly, and the hands hanging by his sides quickly moved their fingers, in a state of being ready to move at any time.

The Oaks brothers were expressionless. This Cat Pie didn't seem to be as crazy and unreasonable as imagined, and he was good at swordsmanship, making him a good opponent for sparring.

And Lei Suo folded his arms around his chest, and the amber pupils flashed with memories, as if he remembered someone.

"How about... How about finding a place to chat?" Roy broke the deadlock, "It's hard to meet someone of the same kind, and we can communicate."

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of dwarf spirits from nowhere, and took a sip for himself first.Then he resisted the burning heat in his throat and threw the wine bottle to the opponent.