God-level Demon Hunter

"Get out!" Jack roared angrily and kicked the wolf's head head-on. At the same time, the white steel sword in his right hand drew an arc in the night sky and cut the wolf's thigh.

The pounced guy screamed and limped back.

"Bastard, do you think I'm useless when I'm old?" One-eyed Jack didn't want to let it go so easily, but his wolf companions made up for him in time to block his sword, not only at one end, but at both ends, grinning at him , This time they learned how to behave, instead of rushing up directly, they ran around Old Jack, as if observing the weak point.

Old Jack frantically waved the torch in his left hand and the steel sword in his right to threaten him, but after all, he was old and he couldn't hold on for long. Soon the sweat fell from his forehead, and his movements became more and more strenuous.

At this time, the butcher, the blacksmith, and the night watchman were all facing two or three wolves, and they were also overwhelmed by themselves, so they had no time to support him.

Outside the nearby battle area, there are still a few wolves hiding in the shadows, pacing their paws like watching a show, ready to support at any time.

If you hold on for a long time, you will lose!

In fact, in just 5 minutes, the oldest old Jack was scratched by his paws for a while, and a bloody wound appeared on his body. Hit him again, and he lost his balance and fell to the side.

The ghostly wolf shadow instantly pressed onto his body, opening his mouth wide open.

"I didn't expect that I would die under the mouths of a group of beasts." The thought swirled in Old Jack's mind, and a sharp sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded in his ears, followed by the muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

He got up and looked around, and saw an arrow stuck in the waist of the guy who was holding him down just now, and he limply lost his life.

"Old Jack, get out of the way..." The half-sized man behind him was kneeling on one knee, holding "Gabriel" in one hand, and pulling the trigger in the other. The intense tension and fear made him sweat profusely, even his lips were wet. trembling.

As soon as the battle started, Roy took out the space hand crossbow, but the wolves moved too fast, and the night light was dim, so he didn't find his first chance until just now.

Fortunately, the arrow hit the target.

And the moment the arrow hit the wolf's waist, Roy clearly saw a flash of purple light. "Is this... massacre?"

He could probably guess that the radiance was the additional damage of the skill.

Wolves are undoubtedly in the hunting range of "slaughter"!

As soon as he thought of this, he inexplicably gained a bit of confidence in his heart, and the trembling of his body disappeared... He drew his bow and wound it, and shot at the other guy who was entangled with Old Jack.

"Whoosh-"

The sharp and subtle sound of piercing the air sounded again, like a sickle wielded by the god of death.With the second arrow, another wolf fell to the ground with howling.

Roy's 6-point perception has been brought to the extreme.

He felt his heart beating so fast that it was about to jump out of his chest, and his winding right hand felt a little weak, and his experience points increased by 20 points to 23/500, which meant that a wolf represented 10 experience points.

These two arrows boosted the morale of the night watchmen, while the wolves were negatively affected and their offensive was slowed down.

Taking advantage of this gap, Roy shot another arrow in the thigh of the guy who was fighting with the blacksmith.Seeing this, the blacksmith looked like an angry lion, his muscular arm raised the steel sword and slashed down, cutting it in two with one sword.

After kicking away the bloody wreckage, the blacksmith beat his chest and roared with blood on his face.

At this time, the encirclement of wild wolves had been broken. The blacksmith stood at the front with his steel sword in both hands. The people behind him gave up attacking and turned to complete defense, waving their swords to block the pounced wolf shadow.Roy, on the other hand, was in the protection circle, as the main output, and kept releasing cold arrows until 20 arrows were shot, and there were 5 more wolf corpses on the ground, and the wolf pack was severely reduced, and the rest finally realized that the hard bones were hard to crack. , gave up the attack, and fled back into the deep night with its tail between its legs.

Almost at the same time, the five of them let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed on the grass. They had exhausted all their energy in the short ten-minute battle.Except for Roy, there were more or less wounds on his body, but all of them were minor injuries. After returning to the village to bandage them, they will be fine after a period of recuperation.

Roy rested for a while, regained his strength, and looked at the blood-stained and embarrassed men around him, feeling a surge of pride in his heart.

"We survived."

"Haha, it seems that after tonight, Old Jack has another story to brag about." Old Jack grinned in pain, and then slapped Roy on the shoulder, "You are very good! I thought you were a kid It will scare the shit out of me and drag the team down. I didn't expect to be thanks to you tonight. I don't care that you cheated me so much kroner!"

Several men felt the same way, and found it inconceivable that almost half of the 13 wolf corpses on the ground were shot or killed by this half-grown boy. When they were [-] years old, most of them were still mischievous children, It was Skellige's Pusig who had never created such a brilliant record in one night.

The blacksmith couldn't help sighing, "Fortunately, I sold the crossbow to you last time, otherwise no one would be able to go back today. Roy, tell the truth to uncle, you were adopted by the old Moore couple, right? You must have elves or dwarves in your ancestors .Human archers are not as accurate as this!"

Roy smiled and seized the time to retrieve the arrow from the wolf corpse.

He can't tell others his secrets.And he had to admit that there was a lot of luck involved in this battle. After all, it was the first time he used a crossbow in a serious battle. The wolf moved very fast, and it was extremely difficult for his dynamic vision to follow.

Next time, if he can hit one-third of the targets, it will be a big deal!

He joked casually, "I said, I am blessed by the goddess of luck, even if I aim at the air, I can hit the target." Then he glanced at the (73/500) experience points, and it turns out that the wild is the most suitable place to gain experience .But like tonight, there are very, very few opportunities to be protected by four hunks without pressure.

The night watchman Tom glanced at the pocket hand crossbow on his wristband, and warned, "This is a 'Gabriel', it is semi-automatic and can be operated with one hand. It is very suitable for your self-defense weapon. Keep it safe and don't lose it. Don't just show off in front of the soldiers."

Roy nodded.

"How do you feel?" Fletcher interrupted the conversation of several people. He had a fleshy wound on his left forearm, and his anxiety never dissipated. "Can you continue on your way? I'm afraid...Brandon can't wait." .”

"Of course we must continue!" Pusig wiped off the blood on the steel sword with his sleeve, and put the sword back into its sheath. "Victory is at hand. Give up that child, and Goddess Meritelli will punish you!"

Everyone stood up silently and headed towards the cemetery again. The rest of the road was calm and they did not encounter any danger.

"Brandon, come out, Dad is here to pick you up!"

The butcher was still some distance away from the cemetery, so he couldn't help shouting into the cemetery.

The hearts of several people were raised, and they prayed to hear a response.

"I feel something is wrong." When everyone entered the gravel wall of the cemetery, Roy suddenly spoke.

Vaguely, he had the feeling of encountering wolves again.

After the perception is beyond ordinary people, it is really very practical.

It was so quiet, among the dilapidated wooden fences, hundreds of corpses were buried in the huge cemetery, and there were many tombstones in the night, giving off a gloomy and strange feeling.

And right in the middle of the cemetery, there is a low house built, which is the place where the old gravekeeper Gong Geer lived.

"Something's wrong, be quiet, Fletcher!" The night watchman waved his hand to signal them to stop.

Everyone lowered their voices.

"You shouted so loudly, even if the child wasn't in the cemetery, Old Gongger should have heard it."

"No, the child is in the house! Gongger must have taken him in, they are fast asleep now, yes, I want to go in!"

"What is that?!" Roy suddenly exclaimed, attracting everyone's attention.Following the direction of his finger, everyone saw a strange pothole appearing on the grass outside the cemetery.

"This is a new grave, the tomb of a villager who was buried only last month."

"I remember burying the good old Chris."

Several people took a closer look, but saw that the lonely stone tablet was pushed aside, and the place where the corpse was originally buried was empty.

Where did the body go?What again dug the grave?

"This……"

Roy turned his face away, and there were more than one pothole nearby, and several graves had been dug open.

"That wicked bastard, dare to blaspheme the dead and steal their belongings?" Pusig frowned and muttered. "Does the gravekeeper eat free rice?"

Roy shook his head. He noticed that Old Jack's face had become more serious and ugly than ever before, and he began to back away quietly.

"I don't think this is a human thing?"

A bone-chilling chill came to my heart.

Chapter 9 Tongue

In the dark night, the light of the torches illuminated the violently dug graves one by one. The strange thing is that there are still scattered bones lying in most of the graves, and there are only a few sporadic graves without a trace of bones.

"The bodies that disappear are all new graves!"

Thinking about the scene in front of him, Roy thought of an extremely greedy and bloodthirsty monster-ghoul.

If the cemetery is haunted by ghouls, the situation is quite difficult even for witchers, let alone ordinary people like them.

"It's dangerous here, everyone leave first!" As soon as Roy's hurried voice fell, there was a strange whirring sound in everyone's ears, as if someone was twitching a whip into the air.

One second, two seconds.

The burly butcher suddenly let out a muffled grunt, like a fish being caught by a hook, his limbs stretched backwards suddenly, stretched out in convulsions, then pulled again, and staggered forward two steps.

At this time, the torches in the hands of several people suddenly illuminated a long strip of flesh-colored luster across the night sky—ghostly ejected from the night, like a sharp arrow piercing through the butcher's shoulder, tearing a huge gap .

The first to regain consciousness was the Psig steel sword, which slashed upwards, but the long object was released first, and shrank into the dark night where the light of the fire could not be seen.

"What the hell?!" Several people hurriedly formed a circle, surrounding the wounded.

But the butcher was sweating profusely from the pain, and his teeth were about to gnaw.He desperately covered the huge wound, and the blood still gushed out like a spring.The body begins to weaken, and life passes quickly.He already had a premonition of his end.

"I can't do it, run away! Leave me alone." After the butcher finished speaking, he pushed everyone away and rushed into the night alone.

Old Jack, who was the oldest, looked around, and a ruthless look flashed in his one eye.

"Escape! If you can go away, you will count as one. Only by saving your life will you have a chance to settle accounts with this ghost!"

Several people ran wildly after him.

Roy was forced to run by the blacksmith for a while before he calmed down, still trembling, "That thing is definitely not a ghoul, what is it?" He looked back suddenly, and vaguely saw a hunchbacked humanoid creature .That thing didn't have the streamlined shape of a cheetah, and even looked bloated and potbellied like an old woman who was six months pregnant, but it ran faster than the cheetah.

It kept circling around the crowd, dragging afterimages in the cemetery in the night, like a gust of wind, while speeding, it made a sharp and piercing cry like a night owl.While mocking, enjoy the hunting process.

"Collect corpses, bent like an old woman, with a long tongue, living in the tomb." These clues are connected together, and Roy has a vague guess.Old Jack saw that he was still absent-minded, so he couldn't help but slap him hard, "Don't be dazed, Roy, run, don't think about anything, run!" Now, Roy exhausted his last Sprint towards the gate of the cemetery with all the strength!

So close, I almost left the hellish cemetery.

A ghost figure descended from the sky with the sound of the wind, and suddenly stopped in front of several people. Its face was covered with moss and tumors, and it was extremely hideous and ugly.

His bluish-black skin exuded the stench of corpses, covered with mottled scales, and his limbs had long claws like sickles, stained with a thick layer of blood and flesh.

Wicked witches in fairy tales, old women disfigured by fire, ghosts in nightmares, its horror cannot be described.

It opened its deformed arms to the four of them, and smiled, revealing a mouth full of jagged black teeth.The disgusting body is like a mountain of meat, insurmountable.

Finished!

A wave of despair rose in the hearts of several people at the same time, but they were not willing to be caught without a fight!

Old Jack, the blacksmith, and the night watchman held the steel sword with both hands. Roy took out the hand crossbow, gritted his teeth, and wound the arrow stained with wolf blood.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared from the oblique ground, bumped into the monster in the middle, and unexpectedly crushed it to the ground.

The butcher was drenched in blood, with a crazy expression on his face, desperately holding the monster's bloody mouth with both hands.

"Go, find the witcher! Avenge me, avenge Brandon!" His eyes were tearing apart, and tears came out of his eyes.

The poor father had already guessed what would happen to his child, and he was determined to die.What's the point of being alive when the only family member is gone?

As soon as he finished speaking, the monster broke free from restraint, kicked him flying like a sandbag, and fell to the ground, life or death unknown.It was especially dissatisfied, and seemed to be completely attracted to hatred. It ignored the four of Roy at all, and continued to rush towards the fallen butcher.

The deformed claws danced into afterimages, flesh and blood flew in the flickering firelight, and it wanted to tear the opponent into pieces.

"Old man, make yourself a hero and let me be a coward?" The blacksmith Pusig suddenly raised his steel sword high, his maroon face revealed a look of determination, "Boss, you take Roy away! Skelly There are only men who died in battle, not cowards who flinched!" Without waiting for the three of them to react, Pusig rushed back to the cemetery without hesitation, stabbing the back of the raging phantom with his long sword.

Old Jack and the night watchman grabbed Roy, who was aiming hard with a crossbow, "Let's go, boy, don't let their sacrifice be in vain."

Roy stopped struggling, put down the crossbow bolt slumpedly, and followed the two of them out of the cemetery with an uncontrollable sourness in his nose.

The three ran wildly, not even daring to look back, until they were about to fall apart, and the bright fire of Kaye Village appeared in sight.

This light was like a signal flare, instantly detonating the latent fatigue and pain in Roy's body. He only felt that his mind was muddled like a paste, his feet were weak, and he fainted suddenly.

"Roy?" Jack quickly helped him up, and saw that his face was flushed, his eyes were closed, and he probed his forehead, which was hot.After working in the wilderness for a long time in the cold at night, without getting enough rest, it took a lot of physical and mental energy, plus the pressure caused by wild wolves and that terrifying monster, Old Jack could fully understand.

"He's still a child." Thompson sighed, and carried Roy back to the village.

The white-haired village chief in his fifties came out with a few villagers. Seeing that the three of them were filthy and miserable, with a strong bitterness on their old faces, he hesitated and said tentatively,

"Fletcher and Pussig..."

"They won't come back." Jack squeezed his temple alone, his wrinkled face was full of pain, mixed with a trace of fear.

"Village Chief, you are right. The wilderness at night is too dangerous. We went to the cemetery to find Brandon, but we were attacked by a terrifying monster. You must immediately warn everyone not to approach the cemetery."

Old Jack took a few steps in the same place, and said bitterly, "That monster can't be dealt with by ordinary people, so we must hire a demon hunter!"

"Tomorrow, send someone to post a notice in the city!" Several villagers who heard the sound nodded hurriedly, "Don't let that thing harass the village."

Tonight is destined not to be peaceful, and every household was woken up one by one by the village chief to warn them.

Kaye Village, which was originally peaceful and peaceful, has become chaotic because of this sudden accident.

And Roy was sent home by Jack, who has been in a coma with a high fever.

Chapter 10 Adventure

After being half-conscious for two days, on the third morning, Roy's fever subsided and he woke up.The old couple who took care of him couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. They had been terrified the past few nights, especially when they saw the one-eyed Jack and the night watchman who were traveling with him covered in blood and wounds, thinking that they would lose this child again.

Aunt Susie was sitting by the straw mat, holding his hand tightly, her slightly swollen face was full of kindness,

"We've already heard from Thompson about the cemetery, the fate of the Fletcher family is like this... I believe they will be reunited in the kingdom of the goddess Meritelli... You have tried your best, child, stop thinking about it and try to get close to that Monster. Give me peace of mind and rest in bed now. If you are gone, what will Old Moore and I do?!"

Looking at his parents' concerned eyes and old faces, Roy couldn't help feeling a little guilty.