God-level Demon Hunter

The battle combination of two people, one dog, and one phantom is amazingly powerful—the Cerberus lures a large number of Nord undead with no brains into the narrow passage at one time. Unlimited harvest!

The Nord undead hardly touched the demon hunter's body, and were split in half by the indestructible sword energy!

On the other hand, Fryn, who is holding Guwehir, joins forces with the illusion of the witcher to deal with the enemies who are outflanking from behind or who are alone.

In the dim cave, the fire flickered and time flew by.

Five hours later.

Roy harvested more than fifty ancient Nord weapons and three hundred gold coins.

And Fryn was also allocated three hundred gold coins.

On the way, he also picked up a small soul stone, and Frien insisted on letting Roy accept it.

So far, in all the forked roads, there is no Nord with blue eyes.

"breathe……"

In the narrow hall, the blood-soaked Dragonborn Frynn turned his eyes while holding his long sword.

There were fallen undead corpses all over the ground, but he only suffered minor injuries to his shoulder and thigh, and he returned to normal after taking a dose of life potion.

The most valuable practical experience is increasing at an astonishing speed.

The cowardly and cowardly man who avoided fighting in the past has transformed into a rookie explorer with a little experience, with a burst of pride in his chest!

Brown eyes turned to Roy, who was breathing steadily and energetic.

This expedition trip mainly depends on the Golden Eye Brothers.

Otherwise, depending on him alone, he has been killed countless times, and the other party is of noble character, and he is willing to give half of the money to himself even though he has not made much contribution.

A trace of reverence flashed across the Dragonborn's face.

In his meager knowledge, he has never encountered such a powerful and noble human being. Magic, swordsmanship, and shooting are all second to none.

In his mind, even if there was a chance, the legendary Ulfric, the leader of the Stormcloak who killed High King Toig in a fair duel, is not as good as Golden Eye, right?

A thought suddenly popped up in the Dragonborn's mind, maybe, in the future, he could kill that terrifying dragon that ravaged Holy Land Town.

Plus me of course!

Fryn clenched his fists.

……

The two of them walked through the winding corridor and came to a cobweb-covered gate.

The footsteps stopped abruptly, and Roy made a silent gesture to Fryn.

The different-colored irises flitted across the sticky pale thick cobwebs hanging from the low ceiling in front of him, and each one was as thick as hemp rope. It was conceivable that the weaver was definitely of unusual size.

The witcher's senses are activated.

Two colorful ribbons appeared in front of my eyes, piercing through the spider web.One belonged to humans, and the other belonged to non-human creatures with a bloody smell, seemed to be injured, and exuded a faint smell of insect pheromones.

Roy cut open the spider web in twos and threes, suddenly outlined with five fingers, a phantom jumped out of the void amidst the black light, took the hand crossbow, followed behind the Cerberus, and poured into the hall that even the ground was covered with thick spider webs!

"Plop!" A thick spider thread hung straight from the ceiling, and a large spider the size of a buffalo and covered in fluff slid down the thread.

Its whole body is gray and white, and its eight legs stand on both sides, supporting its huge body. The tips of its two forelimbs have sharp pincers, and it swings like a sickle.

There is a pair of chewing and sucking mouthparts in front of the head, and the two sharp chelicerae covered with fluff on the left rear are bigger than the head, and they close together with a click.

Frostbite Spider

gender: female

Age: 12

Life: 210

Attributes:

Power: 15

Agility: 17

Constitution: 21

Perception: 12

Will: 7

Charisma: 3

Spirit: 5

skill:

Toxic Spider Web Lv5: The frost-eating spider sprays out a cloud of spider webs to attack the target.The web is tough, sticky, hard to break, and highly poisonous, paralyzing the nerves of prey through skin contact.

Frost Resistance (Passive): Increases resistance to cold and frost magic by 50.00%.However, the damage caused by fire attacks to it is also increased by 50.00%.

……

The moment it fell, it pressed against the much smaller Cerberus.

The latter quickly jumped to the side, dodging the pounce.

The spider spit out another mass of pale spheres and hit its head. The spheres were like bursting rotten tomatoes, splashing the Cerberus all over the body, wrapping it tightly.

"Whoosh-"

The bowstring buzzed.

Phantom raised the crossbow.

A cloud of bright red blood exploded from the spindle-shaped bulging abdomen of the big spider, and its body involuntarily staggered to the side.

The Cerberus took the opportunity to spit out a flame to burn the spider silk, and regained freedom, but a strange green color appeared on the skin, and the poison spread.

It roared furiously, and with the last of its strength, it jumped onto the head of the big spider, biting its minions and fangs, and blood spattered.

Amidst the piercing high-frequency hissing sound, the Frostbite Spider climbed up the ceiling again along the web, and the Cerberus standing on top of it had a close contact with the wall, was smashed into a bloody paste, and disappeared into the air.

"Whizzing--"

The phantom shot two more arrows in a row, precisely hitting the big spider's ugly head. It wailed and fell to the ground. Its eight legs bent and touched the ground at the same time. After a short period of power accumulation, it rose into the air and hit the phantom like lightning.

A blue-purple sphere emerged into the void, and the second hellhound was summoned by the demon hunter, and sprayed an orange fireball at the big spider!

And the demon hunter who had been on the sidelines outlined it with both hands, like a blooming flower, a crimson spell emerged, and the flaming Igni Rageflame flew across the air, hitting its abdomen with frightening heat.

"boom!"

The lower body of the Frost Eater Spider exploded like a watermelon, and red and green sprinkled all over the ground.

And the flames scorched its head, and it crawled on the ground screaming and dragging half of its body to squirm a few steps before falling to the ground without a sound.

The flames are still burning.

Kill Frost Eater Spider, EXP +200, Demon Hunter Lv12 (4300/12500)

……

"call……"

Roy whistled, and a green hellhound ran to his feet and rolled affectionately.

He patted its belly rewardingly, and raised his eyebrows suddenly.

"Help, help me! Please do me a favor, my lord!" A hoarse cry for help sounded from the corner of the cobweb-covered wall.

Fryn walked over.

And Roy quickly dissected a swollen poison sac from the big spider's body, and a white sphere similar to a mutant, and then put it together.

A skinny man was fixed inside a wall purely woven of spider webs. Except for one face, the other parts were entangled in white sticky spider webs, and he couldn't move at all!

The family saw two rescuers, their faces were filled with ecstasy, and then froze.

The handsome man in front of him was slowly turning his dark gold and silver-gray pupils to look up and down, with a strange look on his face.

It's like a hunter watching his favorite hound.

It makes men feel cold all over.

Chapter 8 Draconic Stele

In the cave intertwined with cobwebs, three faces with different expressions were illuminated by the dim light of the fire.

"Man, let me down quickly, I know the Temple of the Fallen Falls, I swear to help you open that door!" Avel, who was tied into a rice dumpling, cried and begged loudly. , the handsome young man with heterochromatic irises just shook his head and said something that only he himself could understand,

"I'll give you a choice. After I rescue you, you will be my servant until I leave this world. If you didn't shake your head, I'll take it as your consent."

"What are you, who are you? How did you come here to be caught by a big spider?" On the other side, Fryen crossed his arms and looked suspiciously. This sharp-mouthed monkey has a mustache on its cheeks, upper and lower lips, and prominent cheekbones. , describing how the wretched guy could penetrate so far into the Temple of the Waterfall without alarming the bandits and undead.

"Two, can you put me down first... I, I can't breathe, I'm about to... suffocate, please!"

The voice stopped abruptly.

A slender and powerful palm pressed down on the top of Avel's head.

The demon hunter's face moved closer to him, and the eyes intertwined with dark gold and silver gray were reflected into his pupils.

this moment.

Aweir's body became stiff as if he had been struck by lightning, and even his breathing was stagnant. Suddenly, a black shadow as towering as a mountain rose in his mind, and he looked down at himself condescendingly.

It's like a god staring at an ant, with neither disdain nor pity in his eyes, only conveying a word coldly.

Surrender, surrender.

Open up and let go of resistance.

Countless scarlet arms and legs with suckers danced behind him, like a group of pythons bathed in blood and insane, covering him with a bloody halo.

The sharp teeth intertwined among the dense suckers, spreading an indescribable fear and darkness.

With just one glance, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and the permeating blood seemed to drown him and bury him in the bottomless abyss of the sea of ​​blood.

Surrender, surrender!

Five or six times the will gap.

Aweier couldn't bear the slightest bit of resistance.

Fryn, who was standing on the side of the demon hunter, saw his companion suddenly hold down the spider web man's head, and the other man's face froze as if he had lost his soul, and then the body in the spider web began to convulse, his thin cheeks widened in horror, his neck and The blood vessels on the temples protruded, and he panted like a cow, as if he had seen some kind of extremely terrifying scene.

Fern swallowed a mouthful of saliva,

"What the hell is Golden Eye doing? Is this the legendary mind reading technique?"

In the blink of an eye, it seemed like a year again.

Roy let go of his hand and began to cut the spider web, and the tense body of the sweaty man suddenly softened and broke free.

He rubbed his wrists and ankles, checked his body, and took a deep breath. He looked at the witcher with a kind of humble awe, like seeing his master's hound.

He bent his back slightly and obediently stood at the opponent's lower hand.

Clearing his throat, he introduced himself like beans.

"Thank you for your help. I am Avel the Swift, and you can call me Avel. I come from Lonely City, exploring and searching for treasures. I found an ancient building in an ancient book—the location of the Temple of the Waterfall. So I sneaked in with a few companions."

"I'm not bragging, as long as I enter the stealth state, even eagles, hounds, and bats can't find me!"

"It's a pity that the horse stumbled, and accidentally got stuck in the web of this Frostbite Spider and fell into its path."

Fryn squinted his eyes and questioned,

"Why are you so cooperative all of a sudden?"

"You two saved my life," Awell felt Roy's inner voice, "I always repay my kindness! I decided to cooperate with you to solve the mystery of this desolate waterfall temple."

As Awell spoke, he mentally translated Frien's words to Roy.

And a strange feeling rose in Roy's heart—his words were an irresistible order to Aville, and even if he was to die, he would commit suicide immediately.

And once he resisted, his soul would be crushed by the bloody will that he left in his body.

Every thought in Awell's mind can be obtained immediately as long as he thinks about it.

Domestication is definitely the most overbearing and unfair ability ever.