God-level Demon Hunter

The eyes of Oakes and Fliers next to him were also full of desire to explore. Before that, they had never seen a concrete soul with their own eyes in their long lives.

"What are you going to do with her?"

"She claims to be an ancient druid, so find a real druid to 'check'."

Everyone discussed for a while.

Lei Suo looked around and began to assign work, "Let's rest in the tree hole for one night today and make adequate preparations."

"Tomorrow morning, the little devil and I will smear the blood of the tree heart, avoid the eyes and ears of the three witches, and go to Bald Mountain to find the sacred oak tree. Brother cat vulture, you, together with Serrit and Oaks, offer sacrifices to the lady in the forest, Bring Carl back! How about it?"

"Just do it!"

Moonlight poured down from outside the cave accompanied by murmurs, and five pairs of animal pupils of different colors met in one place.

Chapter 11 The Lady in the Woods

In the warm morning light, a breeze blew over the whispering hills, the humpbacked swamp, the green fields, and the muddy trails in the Lower Valen countryside, blowing the demon hunter's heart up and down.

"Bald Hill, the old witch's base, the mysterious golden oak..." Oak held the bloody package containing the sacrifice in one hand and the horse rein in the other, and said dejectedly, "Damn it! Why not I'm going to accompany Roy?" Oakes shook the package, indignantly, "It's Valen who doesn't shit again, running errands in this kind of place is boring!"

"Keep your voice down, idiot!" Serrit, who was behind him, looked around vigilantly, but didn't notice anything unusual from the farmland and grass beside the road, so he lowered his voice and said, "Don't let the old witch's eyes and ears hear you Your complaints will ruin everyone's plans!"

"I know this in my heart. I'm just a little unwilling. Why do I let Lei Suo take on the most important part every time?"

"Isn't it obvious? Because your broken mouth will cause bad things!" Serrit made a final decision, and then bent the corner of Oakes' mouth,

"Actually, from another perspective, our trip isn't very boring... We may be able to see their beauty by offering sacrifices to the lady in the forest," Serrit said with anticipation, "If they look like It’s really as beautiful and outstanding as depicted in the oil painting, and our trip is worthwhile.”

"You're daydreaming." Oakes sneered and shook his head. "Shuxin clearly explained that the three sisters are all goose-faced old women. But if you can accept this appearance, it doesn't hurt to call them beauties .”

"So you trust Shuxin so much, are you sure she's not lying?" Serrit's face was unpredictable, "Ochs, let me tell you this, I may not be as good as you when it comes to swordsmanship, but you are not as good as you when it comes to understanding women I am a bystander. Women are never stingy with the most vicious curses on their enemies... Therefore, I think the real situation should be completely opposite to what Tree Heart described!" Serrit analyzed seriously, "The old witch , The three sisters, with high mana, it should not be difficult to stay young like ordinary sorceresses."

Seeing his brother's determined expression, Oakes rubbed his chin, and couldn't help being a little shaken, "If you really keep your beauty...it's okay to see it."

"Understood..." Serrit added at last, "If she is beautiful enough and hot enough, what does it matter to the old witch?"

The Maopai demon hunter who was walking in front shook his head listening to the conversation between the two. At such a time, they were still thinking about arguing. Could it be that they are too nervous and lack a nerve in their heads?Still in danger?

"Snake School's unique decompression method?" Fliers shook his head, looked at the Lower Valen Village not far away, and clenched his fists.

……

"Demon hunter, have you brought the sacrifice?"

At the entrance of the village, Carson took a sip from his pipe and blew a white smoke ring onto the witcher's face.

"Old man, you should believe in the reputation of the witcher. We always do what we say!" Oakes said, throwing the package to the village chief, who took it and opened it, his expression instantly became very exciting.

Inside the package was a ferocious, huge head of a werewolf. Its two eyeballs had been gouged out, leaving only bloody holes.

As soon as the sun shone, a row of jagged canine teeth in the slender wolf's kiss gleamed coldly, making people flustered.

Carson swallowed, and took another deep look at the witcher,

"Now take it to the open space behind the village. There is an altar there. You need to offer sacrifices to the lady in the forest with your own hands to complete the final sacrifice." After speaking, Carson reached out his hand to point out the direction for the demon hunter.

"Aren't you going with me, old man?"

"I haven't been summoned by Madam..." Carson's eyes flashed a trace of timidity, "I can't rush to disturb them."

After finishing speaking, Carson turned around and reprimanded the surrounding villagers who were watching the excitement, and stared fiercely at the big man who was stuck in place like a log with thick black hair on his chest,

"I'm talking about you, why are you still standing there stupidly, who can you kill with a pitchfork all the time!? Don't let it go! Do you want to go to see the madam with the witcher?"

The big man gave a terrified cry, turned around and ran away.

The rest of the villagers also rushed away, like frightened children, and hid in the thatched cottage in the village in a panic, then leaned against their windows and watched the witcher go away.

Their eyes were complex, with fear, hatred, and a hint of gloating, as if some kind of disaster was about to befall the demon hunter.

"You go first?" Oakes, who was aggressive at first, suddenly hesitated and stopped moving forward.

"My brother, you should invite first, you don't always like to charge at the forefront." Serrit said humbly.

But not allowing the two of them to talk nonsense, Fliers carried the bloody package and strode over.

……

In the middle of the open space behind the village stands a half-person-high stone altar. This primitive and rough altar has endured countless blood sacrifices, and its surface is covered with dried blood and scarlet palm prints. stained brown.

The cat vulture put the werewolf's head on it, fresh blood seeped into the altar, and suddenly a monstrous wind blew on the spot, mixed with invisible magic power, which made the pendant between the three people's necks tremble slightly.

The three demon hunters couldn't help but took a step back, instinctively pressed the hilt of their swords, and formed a seal.

Following their actions, a burst of noisy voices suddenly sounded in the air. The voices were strange and varied, filled with long sighs of women, roars of lions, wolves, bears, and countless clear voices like children, intertwined A whisper in the shadows.

Finally, the sound of footsteps landed behind the witcher.

The footsteps were pounding, extremely heavy, and the ground shook accordingly.Makes one think of giants, and some kind of behemoth!

The demon hunter turned around quickly, pointing the tip of the snake's silver sword straight behind him—three figures suddenly appeared in the field of vision, and when they saw their appearance clearly, the three demon hunters couldn't help but cursed in their hearts.

"Shit, son of a bitch, son of a bitch!"

"Father of the Sky, Melitelli, Eternal Fire, whatever messed-up gods they are, open your eyes and see!"

"How can there be such an ugly thing in the world?!"

The beautiful illusions of the Oaks brothers were shattered in an instant, and the huge psychological gap even made them purse their lips tightly, and retched not so strong for half a second.

This kind of physiological reaction is almost unimaginable for demon hunters who often deal with disgusting creatures such as carrion demons and evil ghosts.

"Young man, put down your swords!" An old and ugly woman's voice rang out. This voice was exactly the same as the ugly and evil old witch that ordinary people imagined hiding in the forest or in the ditch!

Oakes narrowed his eyes and looked at the other party as if he was afraid of being burned by her ugliness.

The one who spoke first was Zhipo among the three sisters.

She stood hunched over on the far right, most of her body was covered in a dark brown fabric that looked like canvas or a rag, only a pair of fleshy four-fingered "chicken feet" were exposed, and two surprisingly large legs. foot.

A red high-pointed hat covered most of her head, and the lower half of her face was covered with a brown eye patch woven with hair, and the left eye was a sarcoma covered with seven-star ladybug spots.I don't know what organ she uses to see things.

Her nose was red and pointed and long like a crow's beak, and her lips were bloodless and dry and cracked.

The strangest thing is that the fabric on her abdomen reveals a pair of petite legs of a child. With the frequency of her breathing, the legs shake lightly from side to side, like decorations.

"They themselves look more handsome..." Another lady in the center took the Weaver's words and said in a low voice.

As the cooking woman among the three sisters, she has the most stout body, and her thick arms must be able to swing the stirring spoon in the big iron pot with ease. Protruding like a cauldron, she is half taller than ordinary people, all of which make her look like a moving mountain of meat.

Her body fat was covered tightly, in fact, if the boil in her name is replaced with "pig", it can better describe her image - a fat pig standing upright.

Instead of hunched over and hunched over like her sisters, she put her hands on her hips and held her head high.

Perhaps because her face was too shocking, she completely covered her face with a straw cage.

"I like the one in the middle, his appearance is the most in line with my aesthetics." The whispering woman on the far left raised her head towards Oakes.

Her face was similar to that of Zhuo Po, covered by a reddish-brown gauze.

Her figure... um... is a combination of the two sisters. She is of medium build with chest and hunchback, but her muscles are quite developed, and her posture is quite like an ostrich and a kangaroo.Her exposed skin was pale and wrinkled, riddled with sarcoma and chickenpox-like bumps, and disgusting.

However, what attracted her most attention was a huge cloth bag hanging from her waist. The surface of the bag was dirty and covered with blood, and a child's arm was exposed.

The rotten breath attracted a bunch of flies, which buzzed and circled around the woven bag.

"Ahem... Mrs. Forest... Thank you for your compliments," Oakes suppressed the storm in his heart, retracted the blade a little, and said as calmly as possible, "You guys are different from the ones in the oil painting. "

"Demon hunter, the portrait is not a deception, it is what we looked like when we were young... At that time, we liked to live with a strong and handsome young man like you the most." The whispering woman laughed strangely, "It's a pity that Waylon This land is full of malice and negativity, which are more destructive than the most poisonous poisons, and they continue to corrupt our bodies to make us old."

"Madame in the forest... the villagers of Lower Valen, and the whole of Velen praise your reputation." Phlius interrupted the old witch's words in a deep voice at this time. This ugly non-human flirting, "Now that we have made the sacrifice as promised, it is your turn to fulfill the promise...give me back Carl."

"That's right, we always keep our promises..." Weaver Grassed her chicken-like palm into the void, and said, "The poor child you mentioned was as thin as a bamboo pole when he first came, and Tired and scared, I couldn’t even stand still.”

"We'll take care of him as much as possible during this time..." Whispering woman spread her hands, shrugged, and said innocently,

"Treat him like your own son..." Zhu Po added.

"It's a pity that he is not obedient at all, and tried to slip away from our noses several times..." Zhima sighed, "I have been hurting him for nothing during this time."

"Then where is he? Why didn't you bring him here?" Fliers said through gritted teeth, with bruised veins on his face, and the hand holding the sword hilt was getting stronger.

"Don't get excited, witcher, we didn't hurt a hair on him, he is staying in a very safe place... well fed and warmly dressed." The whispering woman played with the little hand in the cloth bag. "Just now, the crow spirit sent him to the house of the village head of Lower Valen, waiting for a few..."

After listening to Phlius, he couldn't wait to leave.

"Don't rush away, why don't you listen to our other suggestion?" Cooking Po walked to the altar, lifted the bloody wolf's head, sniffed it, and said with intoxication,

"The sacrifice you brought is perfect, with enough magic power, and besides..." Zhu Po paused, "He still has the madness of the whispering hills, you entered that forbidden area, right, demon hunter ?”

"So what?" The three demon hunters stood side by side, with each other's horns,

"On the Whispering Hills, have you found a huge tree heart..." Zhima stretched out her claws towards the void, observed the demon hunter's expression, and said without seeing any tricks, "I would like to ask you to re-enter the tree." Go back to Whispering Hills and get rid of that thing for us."

"Is this an entrustment?" Oakes sarcastically said, "Or do you want to kidnap another member and threaten us to do things?"

"We will give you sufficient rewards, demon hunter..." Whispering Po explained, "Doing that at the beginning was a test."

Weaver said, "Not all demon hunters are willing to contact existences like us. At least we have made a good start and fulfilled our promises, haven't we?"

"As long as you are willing to help..." Cooking Po scratched her bloated body, "We will let everyone understand that there are some precious treasures in this barren land of Waylon, and using them as rewards is enough for several Satisfied."

……

The three demon hunters exchanged glances. Just last night, the tree heart had been taken away by the young people of the school, but the wrath of nature in the Whispering Hills still persisted, so the lady in the forest did not discover this fact.

"About the commission of Whispering Hills, we need more detailed information. What exactly is the heart of a tree, and what is your relationship with her?" Oakes moved slightly, pretending to be interested, "Also, Foley Erce has to pick up that kid, they're leaving Waylon first..."

"When you said that, I suddenly remembered something," Whispering Po asked, "Witcher, where did your other two companions go?"

"They have already left Waylon..." Oakes smiled, and said bravely, "Not all demon hunters are used to acting in groups."

"Really?" Whispering woman lowered her head and felt quietly for a moment. She didn't receive any useful information from the ears and eyes that were planted all over Waylon, so she no longer doubted it.

And Oakes breathed a sigh of relief quietly, thinking to himself, "Roy, Lei Suo, I can only delay this time for you..."

……

More than ten miles west of Lower Valen, two demon hunters smeared with the blood of tree hearts came to Bald Mountain. They moved silently on tiptoe like cats, avoiding the forest. The priest of the middle lady and the patrolling guards set foot on the stone road leading to the top of the mountain.

Chapter 12 The Oak and the Acorns

Adselbing, west of Velen, is the home of the Lady of the Woods.

The green water flows on all sides, reflecting a verdant mountain, which is not very majestic, but full of vitality and covered with dense vegetation.

There is a small village at the bottom of the mountain. The villagers have lived here for generations and worshiped Mrs. Lin Zhong.

Every spring, the Three Witches hold a Sabbath Feast on this Bald Mountain, calling all the believers in Waylon, accepting the sacrifices they have collected for a year, and distributing magic acorns.

Then a blind priestess will choose three people from among the believers: a strong boy or a handsome girl, and spend a good night with his wife.

The next day, the favored boys and girls will return safely, happily forget their names and most of their past memories, and start a new life.

Large chunks of information flashed through Roy's mind.

During the banquet on Bald Mountain, the security was heavily guarded, there were guard posts everywhere, and there were even demon guards summoned by the old witch, it was almost impossible for the witcher to sneak in secretly.

But now more than half a year has passed since the banquet, most of the guard posts have been dismantled, and Mrs. Lin Zhong also left Bald Mountain to go down to Warren. The defense of this base camp has reached the most empty and vulnerable time.

The blood from the heart of the tree smeared all over the body covered all the breath of the demon hunters, allowing them to deceive the ears and eyes of the whispering women in the crevices of the mountain road and the mountain guards wandering on the mountain road.

The two climbed along the rugged and steep rocks next to the mountain road, and came to the top of the mountain without hindrance.

Standing on a platform, you can see a huge oak tree at the top of Bald Mountain when you look up. Its branches extend around and hang down to the mountain wall, like the tentacles of a giant octopus in the deep sea. The entire mountaintop is enveloped.

It is difficult for a single tree to form a forest, but this oak tree has grown to the size of a small forest, and some kind of mutation has occurred. The bark is thick and black like mud, and it is covered with vines and spikes. The aura of decay and evil, the abundance of magic, and the energy of chaos linger in its broad canopy.

The Snake Pendant hummed softly.

The two stopped the response of the pendant around their necks.

In fact, this place was a sacred place for druids hundreds of years ago, but after the old witch came here, she destroyed the Ring of Velen and deformed the sacred oak tree on the top of the mountain.

The two demon hunters walked towards the front entrance, a six-meter-high, old and quaint wooden door, the only way to the sacred oak tree on the top of the mountain.

They tiptoed to the left and right of the wooden door and pushed lightly. To their surprise, the wooden door was unlocked and they easily pushed it open.

Then the two exchanged glances, clenched the silver sword tightly, made a seal, and the cat slipped in.

On a sunny day, there was plenty of light, illuminating the structure inside the wooden door. First of all, there was a long and deep passage, with pale yellow ferns growing on both sides, and a heavy breathing sound faintly came from the end of the corridor.

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