God-level Demon Hunter

"Boy, not a bad shot!"

"Your sword skills are also good!"

Roy gave a thumbs up, squatted down and began to plan and harvest.

A quarter of an hour later.

Finished loot.

The two walked to the wooden boat by the lake.

Chapter 14 Wodnick

A small dark brown wooden boat is moored in the water grass, tied to Qiaozui Rock by a cable.

Lambert untied the rope, jumped into the boat, and skillfully swung the oars.

Roy sat leisurely and comfortably on the bow, scooped up the cold river water, and cleaned the blood on the armor.

Looking at the misty hills in the distance and the blue water.

The mood becomes joyful.

"A place with beautiful scenery, the most suitable for recalling the past. Lambert, would you mind telling me how you came to Kaer Morhen in the first place?"

"It's a boring and familiar story." Lambert didn't hide his life experience at all. "Drunk and confused dad, he ran into the woods at night to pee, and ended up breaking into the lair of evil spirits. The passing demon hunter The man saved his life, uttered those magic words, and came up with an unexpected law of 'the first thing you see when you go home is the reward'."

"Then my life was changed for that drunkard's life, and I was taken to Kaer Morhen." He tilted his head, raised the corner of his mouth, and smiled ironically. "Eat, live and train with a group of apprentices, and survive the grass trial. Become a 'juggling mutant'."

Roy was silent. It seemed that except for himself, the childhood of the witcher was not very happy.

"Dad, alcoholic? Alcoholic people tend to have bad tempers. Have you ever been beaten?"

"That guy is a bastard! Beating and scolding are just commonplace, and usually my mother and I suffer together!"

"So, Vesemir took you away and rescued you from the devil's lair in disguise." Roy said, "Go home now and see if he dares to beat you!"

"I went back once, and the old thing was buried in the ground long ago! But before he died, he also killed my mother." Lambert's eyes were sour, "If I hadn't been taken away, maybe I could help her Take some of the pressure off and let her survive."

"Come on buddy, if you weren't a demon hunter, you would have been ruined by that alcoholic." Roy said seriously, "From this point of view, Vesemir has changed your life and kept you away from domestic violence. .”

"Boy, listen to what you mean, I should thank him for allowing me to enjoy the training day after day, which is much more painful than being beaten."

"Let me witness in the trial that my brother-in-law friend was torn in half by a one-eyed monster?"

Lambert stopped sliding the sculls, and sneered disdainfully, "What kind of ecstasy soup did Vesemir give you, you like him so much, and you can beat around the bush and say good things for him?"

"I'm just telling the truth. Lambert, think about your current skill, the power you have, the freedom you enjoy. There is always a price to pay for power."

"But that was not my choice! He forced it!"

"Will you accept students in the future?" Roy suddenly asked inexplicably.

"Why not?! As long as I can find it!" Lambert replied without thinking.

Roy asked meaningfully, "If becoming a witcher is torture, why do you need to recruit apprentices to keep the pain going?"

"This..." Lambert was speechless for a moment.

That's right, if he hated being a witcher, why didn't he object to recruiting apprentices?

……

"Bang..." The wooden boat passed through the narrow ditch and hit the soft sandy ground.

Uncharacteristically silent, Lambert jumped onto the shore.

Roy followed behind him, walked less than five meters along the shallow puddle, and was about to say something.

He stopped suddenly and moved his nose.

"Do you smell it?"

"Smells like rancid water—"

"Shh-"

Bright white light came out of the sheath.

The two of them squatted silently in a crab-like tight fighting posture, holding a sword in their right hand, outlining the five fingers of their left hand, and a golden magic shield surrounding their bodies.

Almost at the same time, in the reeds not far from the wooden boat, the surface of the river seemed to be boiling water, with bubbles appearing in circles.

Suddenly burst!

Covered in blue fish scales, with webbed hands and feet, a slippery humanoid monster jumped out!

There are a total of six heads.

"Wooooow!"

Smelling the aroma of fresh meat, the water ghosts rolled their pale eyeballs and grinned wide to the ears, revealing a row of jagged teeth.

Almost dancing and rushing over!

"Lambert, Kaer Morhen is really a den of monsters!" Roy said happily, and turning his wrist, Arondette's sword pointed directly at the distinctive water ghost in the center.

His whole body was blue and black, with fish fins growing around his ears, and two catfish whiskers growing on his lower lip.

The two swollen "black beans" in the scarlet eyes shone cunningly.

wodnick

Age: 8

Health: 100

Power: 7

Agility: 7

Constitution: 10

Perception: 4

Will: 2

Charisma: 0

Spirit: 0

skill:

Transformed body Lv10: Some people think that they are transformed from underwater dead people. In fact, their body structure is completely different from that of human beings. They are likely to be magical creations, or alien species from the intersection of the celestial and spheres, immune to toxicity and blood loss.

Leader (passive solidification): The leader of the water ghost community is a little smarter than most morons, and can command and organize attacks by his subordinates.

……

"Boy, don't you like these hospitable 'little animals'? Come and say hello to them!"

Lambert teased, pointing his toes to the ground, his figure was like the wind, and he swung his silver sword and rushed towards the three-headed water ghost.

Roy didn't move too slowly, intercepting the other three before they formed an encirclement circle.

Jump into the pile of water ghosts.

Arondette turned the vertical blade into a horizontal blade.

With the left foot as the center of gravity, facing the direction where the water ghost is attacking, he twisted his body and slashed!

"Shh-"

The dark red blade was as fast as thunder, and drew a straight line.

A cloud of blood rained down!

"Clatter..." The steaming internal organs fell to the ground.

A water ghost was directly cut in half!

"boom!"

The air exploded, and the witcher quickly pushed with his left hand. Alder pushed back the second water ghost that had jumped into the air, and sat down on the wet mud.

The fishy wind blew away the broken hair on the sideburns, and the third head was called Wodnik Water Ghost, who made a sneak attack from the side without saying a word!

Thriller bit the demon hunter's neck with a big mouthful, and the thick and rancid saliva stuck to his dark tongue almost dripped onto his shoulder.

Swah——

The forearm muscles are booming.

The demon hunter didn't turn his head, but just held the hilt of the sword with both hands and lifted it from the lower left to the upper right.

The round pommel hit Wodnik's chin.

"Crack!"

Huge force erupted in the mandible, and Wodnik's two rows of broken teeth involuntarily closed!

Blood sprayed, and a limp tongue broke and fell off.

The witcher turned around and kicked Wodnik's stomach with the tip of his left foot!

It crawls on the ground!

Taking advantage of its howling and shaking, the demon hunter clasped the unsharp middle of the long sword with five fingers in his left hand, and held the rough hilt with his right hand, as if holding a long spear and stabbing it diagonally!

Blood stained a clump of reeds red.

Arondette pierces a neck, severing the cervical vertebrae.

"Kill Wardwick, experience value +100, demon hunter Lv7 (4970/4500)."

"Buzz-hum-" The blood on the long sword was still wet, and then it slashed diagonally backwards with the arm of the demon hunter, cutting open a soft and cold body.

The witcher then took a step forward, holding the sword in both hands.

pull out.

With a shattered eyeball on its head, the water ghost staggered back two steps and fell to the ground.

The body twitched and lost motion.

"call--"

Roy breathed a sigh of relief and dissected the harvest.

After a moment of joy, Wodnick provided a small, exquisite, crumpled common-grade mutagen.

One piece short of the requirement of an intermediate demon hunter.

On the other side, Lambert's battle came to an end, leaving behind three corpses, and polished the silver sword gracefully and calmly.

"Boy, the way you greet is too violent, so you can't be more gentle. Look at them, each of them is so ecstatic..." Lambert glanced at the young man who was pulling the water ghost's tongue, and shook his head. shook his head,

"I want to be gentle, but I'm afraid they will kill me!"

Chapter 15 Meeting the Old Spearhead for the First Time

After solving the water ghost who robbed halfway.

The two witchers walked through the mist and walked along the wet and cold puddles to a cave.

Roy suddenly looked into the dense fog next to him, making a gesture of listening attentively.

"Boy, what are you doing?"

"This kind of terrain, I thought it was haunted by little mist demons... They usually pretend to be human children calling for help and attracting us."

"Imagination is rich enough...but today you are destined to be disappointed." Lambert stood at the entrance of the dark cave with a serious face and handed over a bottle of potion. "There is no little mist demon, do you want a more deadly monster?"

"Drink this bottle of cat first, and keep your eyes wide open."

"Boom-"

"Grumbling."

Black blood vessels emerged on their pale cheeks.

"Now you have to listen carefully, and follow me closely when you go through the tunnel later, don't make any strange movements, and absolutely don't wake up the big guy in the cave!"

"What big guy?" Roy pretended to be ignorant and looked into the bottomless and drowsy cave. A cold breath, like the breath of a terrifying giant beast, made goose bumps appear on his face.