God-level Demon Hunter

The strong magic power emanating from the five people was about to ignite the surrounding air.

All mages!

When Roy glanced over two of the figures.

His expression was taken aback.

The two elf mages are completely unfamiliar to him.

But although he had never seen the two human mages, he had heard their names for a long time.

One was dressed as a mercenary, wearing a hunting suit for sports, with wet black eyes, thin lips, and scars on his cheeks.

In his hand, a sharp short knife rested on the neck of a man who was tied up in five flowers, drawing a bloody opening.

Riens is holding the collector Gawain Samsa hostage.

The doppelganger's slender eyes blinked desperately.

Full of pleadings, begging the witcher to turn around and leave immediately.

The other woman, however, was wearing a spotless blue dress, and her thin body exuded a literary and intellectual temperament, a little melancholy, and quiet, as if she should be holding a drawing board instead of a staff.

She is out of place in this fierce battle.

The muscles on her strange cheeks were very stiff and dull, not like a living person, and the aura of magic was changing on it.

She noticed the demon hunter's wanton scrutiny, and his pupils showed displeasure.

Lydia Van Braidwater.

Both of them are the right-hand men of Vigfortz!

Has he finally shown up, the guy who is playing tricks behind the scenes.

Roy was determined, and quietly hid behind the pillar.

"Boy, don't move around! Otherwise, if I get nervous and shake my hand, it will be bad if I hurt your friend."

Liens breathed a sigh of relief, and stopped the spells that were ready to go in the hands of the two elves around him.

The two glared at the witcher resentfully and unwillingly, but they had no choice but to follow the order given by the former leader Francesca.

……

Under the building of the side hall of the temple, a secret conversation began.

"I must admit that your combat effectiveness is much stronger than I imagined."

"The army of hundreds of people failed to deal with you all at once! Instead, their vitality was greatly injured. After this battle, the reputation of Eternal Flame will definitely be greatly reduced."

"Especially Your Excellency, tsk tsk... The amazing ability to travel through space belongs to an inferior mutant. Even the most brilliant magic master in the world, my master has not been able to master this skill."

"And that ice giant that appeared out of nowhere, it's amazing..." Reins' gloomy voice was not only mocking but also admiring.

"You are a respectable opponent." Reins took a deep look at him, "If you don't know the current affairs, you have to die on the opposite side of us, it's a pity."

"I'll give you two options now."

"One, surrender, hand over that silver-haired, green-eyed girl, you know who I mean! Then I will generously forgive you for your series of previous offenses. I will give you a chance and take you to See my master, and let you swear allegiance to him."

"Today's farce is over."

Riens said proudly,

"My master has great powers and can help demon hunters survive in human society better. It won't be like today, where everyone screams and beats and is driven to extinction."

"If my master is merciful, you will have a piece of land of your own in the future and build a kingdom of demon hunters!" He seduced with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

……

"But if you toast and refuse to eat, choose the second path—continue to resist meaninglessly."

He turned around and looked towards the distance of the temple. The ice giant had completely stalemate with the army of the eternal flame.

The overwhelming attack made him exhausted and bruised all over his body!

The arm that swung the oak was no longer agile.

The demon hunter is fighting with the last group of soldiers in front of the temple hall!

"Your good ally, the Collector, will die immediately. Your comrades, follow in his footsteps."

Riens' hoarse voice warned,

"Even if one or two escape with their lives by chance, there will be no place for you in the entire north and south. Your only end in the future is to be hunted down to death by the troops of both the north and the south!"

Roy remained silent, clenched the sword in his hand.

Eyes flow.

He must talk to Wigfortz, the mastermind behind the scenes, and repay all that happened today.

"Are you worried about your well-built orphanage?" Reigns suddenly smiled brightly, "Relax, man, a group of my friends have rushed to take care of them."

"Calculate the time, the children should go to bed obediently."

"Okay, let's not talk nonsense. Time is running out, give your answer!"

Chapter 40 In the Woods

The wind blew the leaves rustling, smoke and scorching breath filled the air, and a faint fire surged up.

Beeches, fallen leaves, vines, and branches in the alder forest are burning, and above the glade, the dead and wounded are joined together-clothed in linen and fur, with squirrel tails hanging from their waists, elves with high cheekbones and pointy ears .

And human mercenaries in leather armor and dusty faces.

Some had their legs caught in huge bear traps, their bones exposed from the bloody wounds, and they sat on the ground hugging their legs and howling.

Some were hit in the chest and abdomen hard by a parabolic log that fell from the sky, fell to the ground and vomited internal organs, and their chests were sunken.

Some footwear buried under fallen leaves fell to the sky, and were mercilessly swallowed by the sudden collapse of the ground. Rows of pointed wooden stakes pierced them into barbecues in pits over three meters long.

……

Although it began to lose members before seeing the shadow of the enemy, this mighty team composed of Scoia'tael and mercenaries still stubbornly marched into the depths of the alder forest.

"This group of mice that hide their heads and show their tails!" The half-elf Squirrup ran in small steps, his withered ponytail dangling behind his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "When those demon hunters who are guarding the gate are caught, I will let them They personally tasted these tortures and avenged their dead brothers!"

As if in response to his words, the typical elf faces behind him with lowered bodies showed deep hatred!

The man with a body as thin as a dead tree and without eyebrows smiled viciously, "It must be executed by me. I know the sensitive places of mutants and know how to make them feel 'comfortable'. Let them scream loudly, of course, this is considered My additional services for free."

He clutched the three witcher badges around his neck.

"When the time comes, you can listen to it with your own ears, what beautiful music it is!"

"Be careful! There is movement!"

A scary muscular elf man with a high nose growled behind them.

In the distance, in a glade, a misty botanical garden appeared.

The tangy fragrance of plants refreshed a group of elves from the faraway Valley of Flowers. At a glance, there were more than [-] kinds of plants—white chrysanthemum, crow's eye, sage...and some plants they had never seen before. , lush and gratifying.

Even in the Blue Mountains, there are few botanical gardens with such a complete range and lush botanical gardens!

The mist surrounding the botanical garden seemed to have life, floating visibly to the naked eye, and getting thicker and thicker, blocking their sight.

Two huge and bloated creatures appeared in the mist...

They rushed out with astonishing speed, the clearing trembling, the alder leaves raining, the ferns crackling, and the branches snapping.

Then everyone formed a square formation back to back, drew their weapons, drew their bows and set their arrows.

"Damn it, what the hell is that?" Scirrut's eyes widened and he took a breath. Leo Bonnet saw it too. His white beard trembled like a catfish's whiskers, and excitement appeared in his wet eyes.

"careful!"

boom!

The ground swayed a bit.

Everyone finally saw clearly the two things that were approaching.

They were like two oak trees with gnarled and gnarled bark.But they didn't just stand still and let people cut them down, and let the birds jump on the branches.

They are striding across the forest with strong and powerful tree root thighs, covered with branches and arms dangling, but their agility is suffocating!

There will be at most ten seconds to rush into the team!

Everyone's face was as white as a piece of paper.

"attack!"

Sciroo yelled.

Without his order, the Scoia'tael and the mercenaries had already released their arrows automatically.

The sound of whoosh piercing through the air was endless.

Arrows rained down, but the two tree monsters waved their branches like a foul, as if they were waving a ridiculously large broom at the crowd.

clap clap!

Ninety-nine percent of the arrows were blocked by the broom and shot into the bushes!

The remaining small part fell on them, and at most it could only penetrate an inch into the hard bark before falling powerlessly.

Sporadic milky white blood gushed out from the wound, and they rushed to the front of the team from left to right without knowing the pain.

crackle!

The two tree monsters waved their branches at the same time, and their posture was like a big rooster in the grass leaning over to peck at centipedes and caterpillars, precisely picking out the two people in the team.

The two unlucky ghosts were entangled in the branches, hanging in the air and swinging, like snakes being caught by someone and frantically flicking their tails.

The miserable cry makes the companions tremble with fear!

But Scoia'tael and mercenaries aren't vegetarians either.

Immediately, he swung the sword close to him, and a cold light danced around the tree monster, like a group of gardeners pruning and trimming ornamental plants.

In an instant, there were gaps in at least ten branches on the tree monster's body, full of sword wounds.

However, the torso and limbs of this thing are harder than ordinary oak trees, and the soldiers have never fought with them, and a few of its arms were not able to be chopped off.

Instead, they picked up a few companions upside down like they were pulling carrots.

In the blink of an eye, the branches were covered with soldiers, and the branches were entangled with astonishing strength.

They kicked their legs a few times in a panic, their eyeballs protruded, their tongues stuck out, their beards were covered with vomit and blood, and they were strangled to death!

"Haha, interesting! Interesting!"

Amidst howls and screams, the tall and thin Bonnet laughed out of the ordinary, and spit on the shiny sword engraved with runes in his hand.

"Come on, big tree, let's dance together! Play music!"

He pounced on the raging tree monster on the left, his movements were as fast as lightning, and he made no sound.

The tree monster was busy strangling a yellow-haired elf.

Branch out a branch to block the intruder.

The sharp blade pierced the air, and the sword and the branch collided with each other, making a crisp sound of gold and iron.

Fantie was helpless with it, but the sword in Bonnet's hand was extraordinary, and his strength and speed far surpassed that of ordinary people. With one sword, he easily cut off the tree monster's arm, and the broken branch squirmed twice on the ground like a snake, falling into the still.

Bonnet clung to the tree monster.

A dozen branches swung at him.

He spun his body and blade like a top, the branches fell, and the corpses on the branches fell to the ground again.

He jumped like a blue sheep between the cliffs, changed directions, came and went freely, perfectly avoided all attacks, and there was no wound on his body.

Both the Scoia'tael and the soldiers could see nothing but swords and swords surrounding the bounty hunter and the tree.Numerous wounds were visible to the naked eye on the tree trunk.

Two minutes later, with a stream of milky white blood gushing from its eye-like burl, Bonnet drew his blade.

The tree monster slumped to the ground, its bare branches trembled a few times before returning to silence.

It stood lifeless on the spot, a dried oak tree.

"Haha! Happy!"