God-level Demon Hunter

In another group of camps, the boys and girls wrapped their bodies in quilts with calm expressions and quickly came to the sorceress.

But Coral couldn't control the messy makeup, so she kept a sitting posture under the quilt, and immediately drew the outline with both hands, making an extremely complicated gesture.

The simple magic circle inscribed around the carriage was activated by the magic power.

Chaos energy surged out to illuminate her face, and an invisible shield spread around the sorceress's body, covering a large carriage, like a huge ice-blue egg shell.

"Whoosh-"

Slight and sharp bow and arrow piercing the air!

A solitary orange-red spot of light drew an unusually beautiful arc and landed on the carriage.

boo——

The magic shield bounced it off, and the arrow shattered!

slam-la-

A large number of ignited arrows flew out of the bushes like fire crows flapping their wings and flew towards the carriage.

The shield that the coral stretched out with all its strength bounced all the arrows to the ground, and sparks splashed everywhere, igniting piles of weeds.

Some of them hit the carriage outside the shield, pierced the canvas, sank into the wood, and the flames rose up!

Fires lit up everywhere in the night, and smoke surged!

"For the love of Li Ryan!"

"Die for Shayra Verde!"

Shout like a tsunami!

The Scoia'tael lurking in the night split into dozens of assault teams, attacking the carriage from all directions.

"Boom..."

The cork falls.

Gollum.

More than a dozen demon hunters jumped off rock beds and branches, blue veins and black blood vessels appeared on their cheeks, and the steel swords in their hands reflected cold light, and their figures greeted them like lightning.

With an ax in one hand and a crossbow in the other, Yarpen Ziegrin rushed out behind the witcher with five brothers.

The rest of the people stuck to the carriage and put out the flames.

The first wave of collisions.

Gold and iron collided, blood splattered, and broken limbs flew everywhere!

In an instant, more than ten people fell under the sword of the witcher.

"Whoosh-"

Roy turned his head, and a rocket passed his ear.

"Whoosh-"

Pull the trigger, backhand arrow.

Hiding behind a tung tree, wearing a green cloak and holding a hand crossbow, the petite halfling, who was as petite as a child, was knocked to the ground quietly, with a fleshy hole in his chest.

Switched hand crossbows to Guwahir.

Roy flew to avoid the galloping horses, swung his long sword from top to bottom, scarlet cloak appeared on the back of the elf knight on the horse, his spine was severed by a sword, he turned over and got off the horse, and was trampled by horseshoes like a sandbag!

The dark horse re-entered a melee crowd and scattered them.

An elf jumped up and grabbed the horse by the bridle, but failed to stop it from advancing, and the force of the charge threw him under the horse's hooves, followed by the sound of bones snapping.

Roy strode towards the Scoia'tael of an oncoming assault team, the mud was flying under his feet, and his eyes were as cold as frost.

Swah——

The steel sword slashed horizontally, and a wave of blood-colored air split open the void, flying forward with a terrifying hissing sound.

A strong elf male raised his steel sword to block.

Kaz --

Steel swords, coats, flesh, bones, like butter cut by hot knives.

Instantly divided into two.

The blood-colored sword light split his body, and continued to fly backwards with a bloody light. The two Scoia'tael held their long swords high, with ferocious expressions on their protruding cheekbones, grinning like a beast, but they couldn't swing their swords in time. Take a dip.

A line of blood split between the chest and abdomen.

puff.

Organs and blood spilled all over the ground, and a rose bloomed in the dark wilderness!

The spilled blood made Roy's cheeks red.

The red-eyed elves had rushed to his side.

Facing the sword blades swaying from all around, Roy jumped briskly and landed directly in the center surrounded by seven Scoia'tael.

The pupils reflected blood.

Stunned!

Swish-

The brutal blood-colored tentacles were like blood smeared in the black, drowning the seven people at once.

With his left foot as the center, Roy twisted his body and rotated for a circle.

Like a white crane with white wings spread out in a dirty and dark swamp.

The wings rotate gracefully.

The steel sword refracts moonlight and blood.

The gust of wind drew a circle like lightning.

puff puff!

Seven blood flowers bloomed.

The chests, necks, and throats of the seven Scoia'tael were cut open by the point of the sword.

The tentacles receded, and they fell face to face. Their legs kicked the dirt a few times, and they lost their movement.

击杀克拉尔……经验值+20*10，猎魔人Lv13（15700/14500）

……

Roy shook off the blood on the tip of the sword and looked around.

The entire camp fell into fierce fighting, and the night was completely torn apart by fire and killing. Flames burned and spread among the grass, carriages, bushes, and woods, and the moonlight was shrouded in faint blue smoke.

The sound of shouting and killing, the sound of metal and iron colliding, and the sound of arrows piercing the air can be heard endlessly.

However, the entire team was reminded by Roy that they were well prepared.

The special canvas that the dwarves put on in advance during the day prevented the flame from spreading quickly and being extinguished quickly.

Only a few carriages were set on fire.

Twelve young demon hunters stood firmly by the side of the convoy, kept drawing the sign of Axi, appease all the horses disturbed by flames and noises, and tried to break free from the shafts and reins. The incoming arrows left the team unscathed.

The other group of demon hunters who were the first to meet the Scoia'tael thugs, like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, firmly blocked the attackers.

The three elves brandished sharp swords and launched a fierce attack on Lei Suo. The bald man held a steel sword and a silver sword in his left and right hands respectively, spinning around like a top, blocking the three sharp swords and creating three terrifying blood waterfalls at the same time!

Grim jumped up, raised the huge sword above his head and cut a dwarf Scoia'tael in half. Then, he swung the bloody Sword of Justice like a hammer. In the circle, the strong wind overflowed, and the two dwarves were sent flying!

The cat vulture's steel sword was like a poisonous snake spitting out letters. It tapped three times in a row around its body and hit three vital points precisely.

"Come on, who else? You Scoia'tael..." The cat eagle licked the blood on the blade with its tongue, and roared fiercely, "There is a way to heaven, so I have to rush here Send to death!"

"Be careful, Geralt!"

The arrow whizzed past, and the golden shield on Geralt's body disappeared in a flash. The headband was cut by an arrow, and the white hair fluttered behind his head. With an expression on his face, he pulled away the sword dance of death in the siege.

The blade spun around, and around.

Forward, forward!

The blade spat out cold light, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The elf that was rushing towards him was broken into pieces and fell down.

A dozen or so demon hunters danced their long swords into a bloody flame, and the sound of the bombardment of the seal and the explosion of flames resounded throughout the night!

……

One of Wenk's soldiers struck the Scoia'tael dwarf on the forehead with his sword.

The dwarf screamed in pain, and his short, solid body crashed into his arms, knocking him to the ground.

The big hand covered with black hair stabbed and pulled, the dagger pierced the soldier's leather armor, cut open his abdomen, his intestines were pierced in an instant, and the hot internal organs and blood spilled on the ground!

The two of them hugged each other and rolled on the ground twice, losing their breath at the same time.

The four eyes met, and the bloody cheeks were solidified with deep-seated hatred!

whoosh-

A crossbow bolt hit the human soldier's shoulder.

The tip of the arrow fell off and split into four thin needles with barbs, piercing deeply into the flesh.

The soldier groaned, sweating profusely from the pain, and shook his body.

The petite halfling took the opportunity to leap over his chest like a civet cat.

Swah——

The soldier clutched the severed artery in his neck, groaning in his throat, and slowly fell to the ground.

The human soldiers and Scoia'tael became anxious for a moment.

At the forefront, the dwarven team fighting side by side with the witcher is in full swing!

Yarpan, who rushed out of the convoy, swore short and quickly dodged an elf's sword that was poking at his neck. Taking the opportunity, he swung his ax and hit his soft abdomen. The elf was kicked to the ground while screaming in pain. .

Xavier Moran and Yannick Blass tugged at a horse disturbed by flames.

In front of Bernie came a dwarf with a tomahawk, wearing a hat decorated with a squirrel yellow tail, gray beard braided into three big braids, and eyes burning with hatred.

Bernie's hammer-swinging hand hesitated.

The black-bearded dwarf Scoia'tael did not hesitate, the muscles in both arms exploded, and the blade of the ax gleaming with cold light slashed at Bernie's collarbone.

The shadow of death is looming.

Bernie held his breath.

whoosh-

The bowstring vibrates.

The black-bearded dwarf rose into the air as if hit by a carriage. A large piece of brain was splashed out of the skull that exploded in mid-air. The corpse flew two meters and fell sideways. His fingers shook twice and he lost his movement.

Roy, who was among the corpses in the distance, retracted his crossbow and shook his head at Bernie.

"You don't want to die?!"

"Snapped!"

Yarpin rushed up and slapped the boy hard, the cheek between the beard was red and swollen,

He didn't give up, he grabbed Bernie's collar and shook it, and the stench of saliva sprayed him all over his head and face.

"Keep your hand next time, I'll give you a fucking ride myself!"

Bernie finally came back to his senses, gritted his teeth and clenched his warhammer tightly!

……

The ground is soaked in blood.

In less than 5 minutes, hundreds of corpses fell on the battlefield, and [-]% of them were the ancient race of Scoia'tael, and the shouts of killing began to weaken rapidly.

Suddenly, thick smoke billowed in the bushes, and a group of Scoia'tael rushed over the crowd to the children's carriage. The elf rider in the lead drove a cart full of hay, firewood, and grease.The flaming carriage launched a death charge with suffocating heat.