God-level Demon Hunter

Beside the minced meat, there were scattered traces of fighting, rocks crushed by a huge force, and tattered cotton wool and cloth strips that fell to the ground.

And steel swords broken in two, axes and arrows with shattered tips.

This shows that the enemy's defense and strength are amazing.

……

But what shocked Roy the most was that in addition to human footprints and bear footprints, there was another kind of "hoof prints" in the mine, three toes and oval-shaped, which was in line with the giant footprints in Roy's memory. Physical characteristics of demons.

Could it be that there are ice trolls besides giant bears in the mine?

If this is the reason, it is no wonder that the two search and rescue teams were wiped out.

The demon hunter had a preliminary judgment in mind.

So he lay cross-legged on the ground, took out a bottle of "Ogre" sword oil, a bottle of "Frost Eater Spider Venom" brought back by the province of Skyrim, and a bottle of snake pie paralyzing poison, and evenly spread it all over the dark red of Arondette. The blade of the sword exudes a lustrous luster from the oil.

The index finger passed by.

Flick the poisonous blade lightly, humming softly.

Roy bent over and kneeled like a cat, and followed the drag marks on the road.

Not long after, a strong flame came into view, and a strange smell came over his face, and Roy restrained his breathing.

A bonfire was blazing beside the pond-like large forge built against the rocky wall of the mine, and above the bonfire, suspended under an F-shaped pine jib, was a saucepan so large that it could hold a whole person.

Food was being stewed in the iron pot, and the heat and aroma wafted wantonly into the air.

Roy moved his nose behind the rock.

"Meat, datura root, basil..."

Bizarre medicines, grass roots, nuts, honey wine, and a variety of complex ingredients are mixed and boiled to create a subtle aroma and a sock-like stench.

On the left side of the iron pot, the bonfire casts two boxy, side-by-side black shadows onto the uneven wall.

About [-] meters tall, most of the body's skin is covered with patches of cyan ice, but the belly is round and yellow, protruding outward like a pregnant woman who is pregnant in eight months, with a huge armor like a turtle shell on her back .

Under the bald forehead, two pea-sized dry eyes seemed ready to doze off at any time, while the sunken nose and yellowed fangs in the big mouth endowed them with a simple and honest temperament.

ice troll

Age: 89

Gender: Male

Life: 300

attribute

Power: 30

Agility: 12

Constitution: 30

Perception: 14

Will: 9

Charisma: 3

Spirit: 8

skill:

Regeneration (passive solidification): No matter what kind of troll has the legendary self-healing ability, its metabolism far exceeds that of ordinary species, any non-fatal injuries will heal in a short time, and it is immune to bleeding. Unlike the rock troll, he has no obvious weakness.

Stone throwing specialization Lv8.

Body of Frost (Passive solidification): Ice trolls have infinite magic power, rough skin and thick flesh, and are extremely vulnerable. If you attack them with a sharp weapon, the weapon is easily damaged.Natural physique, strength +10, and in cold weather, when it snows, its combat effectiveness will be further improved.

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hiss--

The demon hunter who was secretly watching from a distance looked solemn.

Only ice trolls but no bears as expected.

But this is enough for him!

A third-level physique is equivalent to owning a plate armor, and a third-level strength. If he gets a punch, there is no doubt that Kunen's shield can't stop it, and this plate armor can't stop it. A few bones will inevitably be broken.

With such a narrow cave terrain, the threat of trolls rises sharply.

And here is not just one, but a male and a female, the female is bigger, and her combat power is similar to her husband.

The two ice trolls were staring longingly at the boiling cauldron, and foul-smelling sticky saliva kept oozing from their big teeth exposed in the air.

It dripped to the ground with a splash.

They can't wait to feast on it.

Roy looked over the two huge bodies and swept behind it.

A round table made of stone, surrounded by pale bones, even ten meters away, the sharp eyes of the witcher can clearly identify the snow wolves, foxes, sheep, falcons and other animals, as well as human skeletons... at least The amount of a dozen people.

Next to the pile of bones were five or six human corpses that had been frozen into ice, and the flesh and blood were still there. One of them had a leg and an arm missing.

As for where the missing parts went.

Roy glanced at the big saucepan.

In the corner against the wall at the other end stood a pair of iron cages.

An unkempt man squatted in the cage, his forehead and eyes were covered by oily blond locks, leaving only a wide square jaw.

A pair of thick-boned hands grasped the railing of the cage, his cheeks were pressed against the cage, and he looked in the direction of the large iron pot.

He was excited, and the witcher thought it might be out of fear.

The lean body under the gray-white fur coat couldn't help shivering.

And outside the cage was a pair of dusty, frozen iron pans, which reminded Roy of a dog bowl.

Farik Todalo

Age: 48

Sex: Male

Identity: Forging Master

Health: 40/80 (weakness, hunger...)

……

Isn't this one of the uncles that Yuna asked her to help find, and there are so many negative states on her body.

Roy was overjoyed, and then frowned.

More than a month has passed, and this guy is still alive, but apart from him, there is no one alive in the forge or mine.

The situation is somewhat irrational.

What on earth does this mean for the ice trolls putting him in a cage?

……

The broth in the iron pot was gurgling and boiling, and the soup splashed into the campfire and was dried by the flames, and the fragrance in the air became more intense.

Roy stared at the jumping flames, lost in thought.

If the other party is a rock troll, he will directly raise his hands and go up to negotiate. Serrit's masterpiece "How to Coax a Simple Troll with Words" is enough to guide him to solve the dilemma.

But ice trolls are a little different from rock trolls.

Perhaps it is the ice and snow and the harsh alpine environment that have further degraded their dull brains...it has become difficult to communicate, and they are more easily dominated by blood, killing, and eating instincts.

more impulsive.

When encountering them, it is best not to do any disobedient behavior, and only obediently can survive.

In short, the impression they give Roy is more difficult to communicate with than that of Kaer Morhen and the Giant Mushroom family on the top of the mountain.

……

"Why is there such a stinky smell, has another villain delivered to the door?" The male troll muttered, his voice was as loud as a tenor, with a unique rhythm, "No! And the little troll Everyone is different!"

What a keen sense!

The demon hunter's heart trembled, and he further restrained his breathing. In addition to the Kun En seal, he immediately outlined a Helio seal with his left hand to further cover up his body's aura.

"You are so hungry!" The female ice troll moved her nose, shook her head, and suddenly burst into laughter, grabbed a fistful of snow to pour out the campfire, turned the winch on the F wooden frame, and put the big saucepan on the ground. on the ground.

At the other end, he took a pair of metal stirring spoons over two meters long from the forging furnace, and stirred up the "fragrant" and "stinky" broth.

"One lap, two laps, three laps... Hehe."

"One lap, two laps, three laps...hehe."

The ice troll, who seems to be suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, repeatedly counted 8 times, and sprinkled a large piece of strange green powder into the soup.

Taking a deep breath, a simple and accomplished smile appeared on his ugly cheeks, like a chef who cooked a table of delicious food.

"Crash!"

The troll filled two steel basins with spoonfuls of yellow broth, spattering hot broth onto its distended belly, and it didn't respond.

In the soup basin, there are oval hearts, long strips of intestines, and several plump and attractive ribs floating in the soup basin. There are ribs, large ribs, and leg ribs. However, judging from the shape, they do not belong to any kind of wild animals.

The female troll didn't think it was too hot, she put her palm covered with ice cubes directly into the broth, took out a rib, and gnawed it with relish.

Amidst the sound of "huchihuchi", it sat carelessly on the cold ground, mouthful after mouthful, and bright red bloodshots were exposed at the junction of the meat and the bone.

"Ugh..." Roy covered his mouth, this was a rare scene that made him feel nauseous.

The male troll was not in a hurry to enjoy it, he took the "dog bowl" beside the iron cage, filled a bowl full of it, and handed it to Farik, who then picked up a key from the side of the cage and opened the iron cage.

Roy could see a shallow gully rising between his brows.

Turns out it wasn't the ice trolls who had Falik locked up, he had locked himself up.

"Big man, eat! Little snail, little forest musk deer, little fox, little man, little radish, boiled, smelly and delicious..." The male troll put his carrot-thick fingers into his big mouth, revealing a pretty big mouth. With a bluffing smile, he signaled him to open his mouth, "Eat, big man! After eating, you will become stronger!"

Roy swallowed.

The two ice trolls regarded the master blacksmith as one of their own, but why did they call a skinny man big?

Farik brushed back the golden bangs on his forehead, revealing a pair of eyes blue from hunger and a sickly pale cheek.

With trembling fingers, he brought the broth into the cage, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes.

But a second later, he sighed dejectedly, grabbed the ribs with his hands and began to bite.

However, the corners of his eyes clearly glistened with tears.

……

Roy was stunned for a moment when he witnessed this scene, his expression became very complicated.

The blacksmith had abandoned certain principles, but the intricate relationship between him and the troll was beyond comprehension.

Put Arondette back into the scabbard behind his hand.

Roy decided to find out the truth before doing anything, lowered his figure, and continued to wait.

The life of an ice troll is simple and regular.

After eating and drinking enough, it is the turn of the highlight to sleep.

The two couples ate a pot of stew to the bottom, and sat back to back by the forge to take a nap, and soon thunderous snoring rang through the entire mine.

The prisoner sat blankly in the iron cage, staring numbly at the mid-air that was flickering with the fire, not knowing what he was thinking.

Until he suddenly felt something cold stick to his back, and covered his mouth with his hands.

His heart skipped a beat, Falik just wanted to struggle desperately.

"Quiet! Chamil and Clough asked me to save you."

Hearing the names of these two relatives, Fariq's tense body immediately relaxed, turned around with strength, and a strange young face came into view.

"Get out of here first!" the witcher whispered in his ear.

Falik's dark and cloudy eyes shone with brilliance, and then the light dimmed again, and a look of fear appeared on his face.