God-level Demon Hunter

The brown horse's black eyes showed a bit of human reluctance, but soon, after a long cry, it chased after the other horses!

The crows didn't chase the horses. They surrounded the witcher and turned into wisps of black smoke. The ground vibrated in the midst of the smoke, and the three forest ladies came out.

"Boys, you escape really fast!" Cooking Po put her hands on her hips, lying in front of the demon hunter like a mountain of meat. "Our old bones were almost chased away..." The two sisters chatted with her.

The faces of Cooking Po and Whispering Po were covered by cages and nets, and their expressions could not be seen. The only one who showed her face, Zhi Po, was full of sarcasm and meanness.

"Three ladies..." Oakes said with calm eyes, trying to pretend nothing happened, "Didn't we already reject the commission from the Whispering Hills before? Are we going to kidnap us again like kidnapping Carl?"

"It has nothing to do with the entrustment." The cooking woman said sharply.

"It's a pity that I admired you the most before, you liar." Whispering woman's skinny chicken feet pointed at Oakes, "You said that these two companions have left Waylon? Why did they go to Bald Mountain?"

"I even sneaked to the top of the mountain without telling the truth to the loyal Fergas..." The whispering woman grabbed the child in her waist pocket and shook her arms, her face covered by the brown mesh swept across Roy and Lei Suo , the two of them can still see the dry blood of the tree. "Using that bitch's blood!"

"I did a heart-wrenching mischievous thing and stole the golden acorn!" The cooking woman slapped the fat buttocks rudely at the witcher, "You must pay for your stupidity!"

A gust of wind blew up on the empty plain, and the voice of the lady in the forest echoed strangely.

"Sorry, three distinguished ladies, I think you have misunderstood." Oakes explained, while slowly approaching his companions, "We have never heard of Bald Mountain, let alone steal your property."

The crowd shrank their formation accordingly.

"Demon hunter, put away your clumsy lies, the smell can't be fake!" Weaver moved her nose, her eyes like fly cages turned to the bald man, "Strong boy...I'm sure it's on you...that scent The fragrance, we can smell it clearly from a distance of a mile, and it can't be hidden even if it's put in a space ring."

Lei Suo's face was stiff, and the knuckles holding the snake silver sword turned white.

"Don't be nervous, strong boy, we won't search your body, although this developed muscle is coveted."

Zhu Po said, "But the things you stole won't make us chase so far, the main thing is him..."

She suddenly turned to Roy, "Skinny little guy, you're carrying something very important... It's all the stench of that old bitch, and it's dirty my house!"

"Occupying something that doesn't belong to you will bring bad luck, so hand over Kungulan obediently."

Roy took a deep breath. This was the first time he saw the three sisters. They were even uglier and more evil than the legends said. Those cloudy and cold eyes were like evil beasts lurking in the abyss, eager to choose someone to devour!

Strength... Most of the attributes and skills are question marks in his observations, and they are extremely dangerous remnants!

"What are you referring to?" Roy took out the blood gem from his pocket, and took a step towards Mrs. Lin Zhong.

There are some faint blood-colored phantoms around the blood gem, like ripples in crystal water waves, gentle and moving circles.

When the three witches saw it, their eyes went straight!

This blood gem is not a golden acorn, but it is more important to the ladies, because there is another familiar smell in it, which makes them disgusted, hated, and sleepless.

They turned into ashes and knew each other——

"That's it, bitch stink!"

"Tree Heart, Ancient Druid!"

"Kungulan!"

The ladies in the forest turned their minds, or stretched their stomachs, or stretched their chicken feet, and stood in various weird poses. Several thoughts changed in their minds. After a while, their tone softened again.

"Little guy... what good did the evil Kungulan promise you, so that you would willingly release her and make her a stolen acorn?"

Roy smiled sarcastically, "Three ladies, my opinion is just the opposite. You are the thieves. You stole the sacred oak tree and the whole Waylon. We just returned it to the original owner."

"Don't be deceived by Kungulan!" Whispering Po said with good intentions, "She is a conspirator, a moody devil, once she finishes using you, she will immediately turn around and betray you, making it too late for you to regret."

"If you want, you can take a look at that ancient book, "She Who Knows", which records her true face." Weaver Possessed a gentle voice in her bloody mouth, persuasively, "After reading it, you will recognize the facts and understand Who can be trusted."

"That book was fabricated by the ladies themselves." Roy shook his head.

"You should believe in our reputation! As long as you hand over this gem and the soul inside to us, the grievances between us will be wiped out, and the acorn that Alandelle has worked so hard to cultivate for hundreds of years will also be given to you as a reward!"

Roy's eyes flickered, pretending to be tempted.

"Veron will still welcome you, and next spring's Sabbath will have a place for you!"

"Join the banquet and enjoy yourself, it's happier than being a king!"

"Sisters are the most important promise!" Whispering Po emphasized, "I will never go back on my word!"

Dining with the Wild Hunt is the so-called feast of death, right?Send it to the door to let the ghost knight catch the strong man?

Snake faction and Wild Hunt are mortal enemies!

Roy's lips trembled slightly, as if he was too excited to hold back, but he squeezed the blood gem he was playing with tightly again.

"Let's think about it for another minute?"

"What else do you want to think about!?"

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the old witch, and when the chicken paws rushed into the void, a crow flew out of the white smoke and pounced on the blood gem in Roy's palm. Then there was a muffled sound, the air burst, and the crow was caught by the demon hunter. Remember Alder collided.

"Things that never change! Are you determined to fight against the whole of Wei Lun?!" The voice of the whispering mother-in-law night owl became high-pitched, "Do you know the consequences of doing so?"

"Gone with Kungulan..." Cooking woman swung the huge spoon "huhu" and said righteously, "The stimulated sacred oak tree will fall into a deep sleep, and you will take away her most precious Seeds, that is to cut off the livelihood of the entire Lower Waren people!"

"Alandelle will not produce enough acorns in the coming year, and there will be no oak oil... The barren land will not bloom, and the crops that the farmers of Lower Valen have so hard planted will not be harvested—" another lady said, "They I won’t have enough to eat, and I won’t be able to survive next year’s winter!”

"You are committing crimes!" Whispering woman scolded with her hands on her hips.

"It's not harmful!" Zhu Po took a step forward, arrogantly shaking her fat belly.

"Demon hunter, don't make the same mistake again and again!" Weaver poked her chicken paw as if she was having a seizure.

It has to be said that although the images of the three sisters are horrifying, their performance still has a bit of provocative magic.

If he hadn't already known about the disgusting flesh and blood cooked in the three people's cauldron, and the wild hunting with the Snake Faction's mortal enemy, Roy might have believed their nonsense.

But the matter has come to this point, even if he didn't think about tearing his face at first, the witcher is not afraid of fighting!

Roy glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and everyone quietly changed the posture of their hands in order to hold the silver sword more quickly.

And nodded at him imperceptibly.

At this time, Wei Lun has already left, and the old witch can no longer absorb magic power from the land, so the chances of winning are a little bit higher!

"Madam's words make sense..." Roy nodded, and took another step towards the opposite side. The three sisters were less than ten meters away, and the smell of mud, grass clippings, and rotting meat in his nose became stronger.

Chapter 14 Battle!

"Crack——" After the crisp sound of glass shattering, a puff of smoke mixed with black fine sand filled the air, engulfing the two forest ladies closest to the demon hunter.

Whispering Po and Cooking Po.

The two screamed in horror and wanted to turn into crows to escape, but their bodies flickered unsteadily, and blue electric arcs "sizzled" on the fat - the anti-magic metal bomb caused a short-term magic power The void blocked their spells.

The lady in the forest saw that the opportunity was wrong, she drew back and quickly retreated. The boy Karl ran away in the opposite direction, while the five witchers chased after them. They were more agile and moved faster. Surround the fat cook woman.

The next moment, under the bright sun, five vigorous figures surrounded a bloated mountain of flesh. Amid the sound of "swish" air tearing, the cold light of the sword blade and the flash of magic power enveloped the old witch.

Like a tumbler, she was pinched by sword blades from different directions, front, rear, left, and right, and her body fell into endless rigidity.

In just a few seconds, at least twenty swords were hit. If it were an ordinary ghost, even a high-ranking vampire would be poked into a hedgehog and suffered serious injuries.

The thickness of the boiled mother-in-law's skin is beyond the imagination of the witcher.

The inconspicuous gray fabric she wore and the fish basket-like mask that covered her head were even more defensive than the steel armor, firmly protecting her vitals.

Secondly, her fat with lesions, stains and overlapping folds is also a natural protective layer.

The silver sword piercing these pieces of meat is like a wooden stick piercing a tough cowhide water bag, and the liquid fat in it swayed, and the strength of the sword was released to the side.

Under the double action, the demon hunter's silver sword also lost its sharpness, leaving only shallow wounds on her body, breaking a layer of skin.

The wound did not bleed, but a pale and transparent liquid oozes out, as if what was stabbed was not a living body, but a walking corpse.

Fortunately, the residual oil on the silver sword can still have a good effect, and it burns until the boiled woman howls again and again, unable to fight back.

If there is a little more time, the three witches will become two witches.

Ke Zhupo's sisters disagree.

The weaver woman who had been hiding behind finished chanting the incantation, and with her bent claws pointing towards the void, a strand of thread flew out of her blood-stained sleeve, and it grew in the wind, changing from thick and thin hair to a hair in an instant. A thick rope, cruising through the air, rolled towards the witcher.

Roy felt a gust of wind blowing behind his head, turned around lightly on his toes, turned the blade, and slashed obliquely from front to back, cutting the rope in two.

But the rope was like an eel that had been cut into two pieces, and it jumped around alive and well, harassing the demon hunters on both sides.

The witcher's attack rhythm was disrupted.

Zhupo had a short respite, and suddenly, a pair of rough feet over fifty yards stomped violently. While the demon hunter was stunned, her huge and bloated body leaped high, and then fell to the ground as a meteor!

"boom!"

The ground trembled violently, and the dust swept across a circle of mushroom clouds, and a strong airflow erupted from Zhupo as the center, pushing the demon hunter away abruptly.

The cooking woman took the opportunity to rush out of the anti-magic metal fog, and fled to the side of the two sisters, panting heavily on her knees.

"You are looking for your own death!" Cooking Po touched the hideous wound on her abdomen, bowed her waist, opened her arms like a vulture flapping its wings, and roared angrily.

"Cunning demon hunter! Only when you become a skeleton in a coffin can you know how to be honest!" Zhimao stretched out her hand again, and there was a popping sound in the air, and a burst of yellow light disappeared in the blink of an eye—another huge monster appeared out of thin air, blocking the between the witcher and the three witches.

"Great masters..." The black and red figure caressed his huge belly with one hand and stroked his stubby horns with the other, reluctantly bowed to the lady in the forest, and then stared coldly at the hunter with a pair of bull eyes. Demon, "Fogas must wash away his shame and crush these bandits—"

Before the long ending sound fell, an arrow shot into its chest, exploding a flower of blood, and Forgas trembled.

"Whoosh—" Another arrow shot at its eyes, but it was blocked by a pair of rough and strong arms like tree trunks.

"Demon hunter, I'm going to turn you into a medium-rare barbecue and eat it bite by bite!"

"Come on, sleepy stupid pig!" Roy bit open a bottle of swallow potion, with earthworm-like veins appearing on his face, and then hooked his hands to taunt, "I will fulfill your wish today, and let you live forever." Go to sleep!"

"To shut up!"

In an instant, the demon Fergas turned into a small bunker and rushed aggressively towards Roy who was holding a crossbow, and the latter ran away without restraint.

The remaining four demon hunters quietly divided their targets——

The Serrit brothers faced the Boiler, Fulius singled out the Whisperer, and Lei Suo pointed at the Weaver who was casting a spell!

The cold light refracted by the blade, the shock wave of the air, and the chant of spells all intertwined on the plain in an instant.

……

"Tap, tap, tap..." Every time Fergas stepped out, the ground trembled.

It's a pity that this large-tonnage demon was hindered by its two stubby lower limbs, and its moving speed was a little faster than ordinary people, far inferior to the agile and extraordinary demon hunter.

Roy ran wildly in front of it, as vigorous as a cheetah on the grassland.

"Grumbling..."

He deliberately controlled the speed, and the distance between him and Fergas became shorter and shorter, as if he could touch it, and he successfully led it out of the center of the battle.

While moving, he drank the potion, Swallow added Thunderbolt, ferocious black blood vessels appeared on the young face.

Then at a certain moment, when Roy felt the hot air and the fishy wind blowing out from the back of his head, he rolled forward on the ground to get rid of the inertia, and then bent his knees and squatted halfway. tense—

With a backflip, the witcher gracefully leapt over Fergas' huge body and landed steadily on top of its head.

"Huh, what about people?"

The reaction of the "big man" was quite slow. After losing sight of the demon hunter for a moment, he just shook his head from side to side, caressing his huge belly, with a surprised expression.

Then wake up!

"Shock!"

Countless tentacles in the void entangled its body.

The golden pupil of the demon hunter turned blood red, and while shaking his wrist, he pulled out the sword of the lake girl behind his back, then held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and pierced Fergas' head with the tip of the sword facing down.

The devil's skull was extremely hard, as sharp as Arondette's scalp, and then slid down obliquely into the flesh of its neck.

A hideous gap was drawn, and brown blood gushed like a fountain——

Immediately, Fergas screamed and shook his neck frantically, throwing the witcher off his body.

And the latter bent over like a cat in mid-air, stretched his limbs, and relaxed his body-landing silently, the witcher took another quick step, and Arondette pointed directly at Forgas' waist and eyes.

The moment the blade touched his body, Fergas' other hand, covering his neck, blocked the attack like a shield, and the huge force bounced off made the demon hunter's mouth go numb.

Then, without any incantation or casting action, a dazzling fire suddenly lit up in Fergas' palm, hotter than the sun in the sky, and it became bigger and bigger in the eyes of the witcher!

"Damn!"

In a blink of an eye, Roy hurriedly dodged to the side less than a meter away, and the astonishing heat and strong wind slid past his temple on the right side.

He stretched out his hand to touch it, and couldn't help but gasped. The palm of his hand was full of fallen hair that had been burned to black charcoal, and the skin on the sideburns was scalded. Became bald.