God-level Demon Hunter

Once again, there was a deep bone wound on the neck-angrily slash!

……

The wound dilated deeper and larger.

Blood flowed like a fountain and stained the grass red.

However, the subdragon species is known for its powerful vitality and defensive power, and quickly recovered from the "shock", shook its body angrily, and charged forward, leaving the demon hunter and the griffin behind.

Drumming its thick and wide wings, it flies high into the sky.

Its bloody back was exposed again.

The sound of "whoosh" is endless.

The witcher waved his hands quickly.

Pull the trigger with your right hand, and draw the seal with your left hand!

Guided arrows and fireballs flooded its black wings on the left like a storm,

"Crack!"

The petrified cockatrice rose less than ten meters before its left wing snapped off and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Look up again.

The amber pupils were filled with crazy blood, and they gave up all their defenses and rushed towards the demon hunter.

But the severe injuries on its body greatly slowed down its speed and reflexes.

In addition, although its forward pounce is powerful, its preparation posture is too obvious.

And the witcher who came prepared had seen through this monotonous attack mode long ago, and his figure was as nimble as a dancer on the tip of a knife——

Rolling plus rolling, constantly consuming its physical energy, got up at a faster speed after rolling, and Arondette took advantage of the opportunity to swipe his sword.

The dragon oil covering the blade burns the skin under the scales, and "gluttony" absorbs the flowing blood and lost life.

The witcher is not greedy.

The star-shaped rune absorbs enough blood and gradually lights up.

The petrified cockatrice rubbed against each other twice with its python-like tail, but most of its power was canceled out by the golden magic shield.

The sonic attack was blocked by the black magic shield circulating on the demon hunter.

He was almost unscathed.

The injured griffin inherited its master's cunning, and kept attacking the back of the petrified cockatrice with its sharp beak and claws.

Once it attracted its attention, it immediately flew into the air to escape.

The demon hunter and the griffin cooperated tacitly, attacking back and forth, and dealt with it for 1 minute.

A Zerikan girl with a Mohawk hairstyle, a wheat complexion, and a well-built body came out from behind a willow tree not far away and joined the battle. A crossbow hit almost every shot, causing it a lot of trouble.

The petrified cockatrice was covered with cuts and bruises.

As the battle time continues, the "suppression" effect begins to appear.

The afterimage of the bloody tentacles hovered behind the demon hunter, wrapping around its body like a giant python every few seconds, causing it to fall into a dazed state and freeze there.

The petrified cockatrice became more and more unresponsive, Hu Po's eyes dimmed, panting like a broken bellows, his body stretched to the left and right, struggling to maintain stability.

At one point, the witcher easily bypassed its slow flapping wings, circled to its left side, raised his long sword and slashed down.

Crimson flames ignited on the blade.

Following his swift slash!

The sword split the flesh, tendons, and bones of the petrified lizard's neck like a bamboo.Breaking open the ground under it, creating a straight sword mark that exudes bloody smell, like a flame.

A rooster's head, magnified a hundred times, rolled to the witcher's feet.

The headless body fell to the ground with a plop, splashing grass and dust, its wings and legs still twitching.

The incision on the neck was as smooth as a mirror, and blue smoke came out.

"Kill the petrified chicken snake, experience value +260"

Roy wiped Arondette comfortably, and glanced at the experience points——

"Demon Hunter Lv8 (7380/5500)"

In the past six months, he summoned evil spirits once a month and rode Gorfinn to hunt every day, so he accumulated so much experience.

But don't rush to level up just yet.

On the other side, the griffin looks like a playful child, covering its head with gray wings, mischievously twisting its buttocks towards the corpse of the petrified cockatrice, making a strange cry of "Roar...", showing off its might!

Cantila inserted a scimitar into the petrified cockatrice, which was half the size of a normal human body. Its ugly and frightening head was gathered in mid-air, and its index finger poked through the sticky and stinky blood, outlining the coquettish lines on its cheeks. bloody meniscus.

Then, hooking the demon hunter's neck, he danced around and showed him his sexy and plump body.

"Haha, Roy, you are so skilled! If you were in the Zerikan Desert, you would at least be a five-star hunter."

The demon hunter wiped off his sweat. In fact, after the second green grass trial, monsters whose attributes had reached the second level were no longer his opponents.

Even the more difficult sub-dragons.

He worked out a set of extremely safe battle plan. First, he used fury flames and hand crossbows to strike long-rangely to abolish the enemy's mobility, and then circled close, let the long sword drink blood, and accumulated star-shaped runes...

Relying on close to [-] points of magic power, and a wide variety of tactical skills, surprise and dodge, "activate" to continue life.

No luck.

Until five runes are lit, a fatal slash is launched.

If there is Golfing again, it can be said that there is nothing wrong with it.

For several months, he relied on this method to kill several difficult opponents.

"Not without you and Golfin."

"Excessive modesty is hypocrisy! At most, I scratched it and scratched its skin." Cantila brandished a scimitar to help peel the skin, while rambling enthusiastically, "Can you kill this beautiful creature? It's all thanks to you...well...it's more ferocious than the monster lizard, and it's worth two tattoos anyway!"

"Can you help me choose a style?"

The witcher was noncommittal.

"You don't want it? Then how should I thank you?" Cantila's eyes sparkled.

"Thank you, the pharmacy, Old Moore, Susie and Mino, all thanks to your care."

"And I promised that I would lead you to hunt monsters, and my word counts." Roy squatted down and began to skillfully dissect and divide it. The subdragon species is full of treasures.

In addition, the melee attributes of the petrified cockatrice all exceeded [-] points, which also increased the progress of the advanced demon hunter.

Cantila paused, "Then I'll use its claws and teeth to make two necklaces, one for you."

Only then did Roy readily agree.

"Good partner! Next time there are big guys, I'll come to you again!" Cantila breathed in his ear,

"Ah."

"By the way... your precious 'Hound' is covered in bruises."

"Thank you for your concern." Roy put the chubby petrified cockatrice mutant into the space, and glanced at the griffin, which was poking around in the grass and gnawing on herbs to heal its wounds. "In fact, Golfin is born with the ability to heal quickly."

In the next second, the demon hunter activated the healing ability that came with his mount, and the mana in his body slowly decreased, while the bloody wounds around Goerfin's body healed quickly visible to the naked eye.

It fawns over its owner's feet, and its fluffy head rubs against his legs coquettishly.

……

After disposing of the corpse of the petrified cockatrice, wash away the blood in the nearby river.

Cantila returned to Nordic with a few sharp teeth and claws to order a necklace.

And Roy rode Golfin and flew back to Gawain's House in the suburbs.

As the orange sun slanted towards the west, Gawain House was covered with a layer of magnificent gauze.

In the classroom, Escal was teaching seven students in a rhythmic manner.

In the newly built alchemy room on the right side of the classroom, the bald man explained to three children the refining process of a certain conventional potion with a straight face.

These three seeds were selected from fifteen students, obsessed with alchemy, and possessed certain talents.

Vicky, Renee, and a short boy named Conrad

Behind them was an alchemy platform that was so familiar to Roy that it couldn't be cooked any more. Bags of dried herbs were displayed on it. You could also see medicine pestles, sand bowls, steaming big wok...

Roy looked dazed for a moment. In the past few months, he has not lost his alchemy, and he has mastered the refining process of five basic potions including "Black Blood".

The pupils intertwined with gold and silver turned to the outside of the courtyard, 20 meters away from Gawain's house, under the shelter of the simple wooden ceiling, the flames were burning in the furnace made of bricks.

Vesemir was wearing a thick gray cotton apron, and with his cotton-gloved left hand, he held the iron tongs to take out the red-hot embryos in the furnace.

Put on an anvil.

With the other hand, he raised a small black hammer, "Dang Dang Dang", amidst the exciting knocking sound, Vesemir's movements carried a certain unspeakable rhythm. .

Mars is like a firefly dancing mischievously in mid-air.

Under the hands of the old man, the embryo gradually changed into a regular shape.

Two boys in aprons, Quintus and Fyodor, stared at him without blinking, observing his every movement and listening to his teachings.

The eyes shone like stars.

Likewise, these are the two "chosen sons" of the forging direction.

Not far from them was a row of completed hoes and pitchforks.

……

Roy continued to look to the left.

Outside the wooden fence, there are several neatly arranged farm fields that have harvested a wave of radishes, turnips and spinach.

Oakes and Serritt were wielding a hoe, instructing the three boys Oreo, Terry, and Beam to loosen the soil and sow the seeds of green vegetables and eggplants...

Thinking of the scene three months ago, Roy couldn't help laughing.

The children in the orphanage are not very willing to be full-time farmers after they can read and write.

It wasn't until the witcher promised to teach additional hunting skills - bows and traps, that the three little guys were fooled.

……

At this moment, beside the stake in the courtyard of Gawain House.

The sun illuminated four sweaty figures.

Monty, Arkham Tom, Charnem, and Lloyd are playing with training swords smoothly and freely, practicing five kinds of swordsmanship stances, from the top stance to the tail stance, with small arms and legs, because of strength Insufficient, no deterrence.

But the posture is standard.

The white-haired witcher was still pointing and correcting every tiny movement beside them.

……

"Roy, are you done with the petrified cockatrice?" Lambert led Aiden out of the alder bushes not far away, winking at his companion with a playful smile. "You don't need help?"

"You don't even look at who is going out, let alone Golfin Luezhen." Roy threw a dark hook-like nail.

"My little Golfin is only less than one year old, don't always let him take part in such dangerous missions!" Lambert's pupils contracted, and he glanced unwillingly at the figure of the divine horse hovering above the alder forest, "You are Persuade it, witchers should have the same rights as children!"

This is considered as a benefit from Roy to the orphanage. Children who behave well will have the opportunity to ride a griffin to the sky for a trip accompanied by him.

As for the demon hunters, after the initial shock, they gradually accepted the amazing fact that Golfin was a griffin. Roy brought too many surprises.

They've gotten a little numb.

Then, he moved his mind, and some demon hunters wanted to experience the feeling of riding a griffin and soaring into the sky.

But the proud griffin, accompanied by its master, carried the students from the orphanage on its back, and had had enough of being wronged.

It rejects other witchers.

Roar!

Golfing, hovering in the sky, suddenly dropped a piece of turf, hitting Lambert's mountain-shaped hairline.

Roar!