Righteous Angry Hunting Demon

Taking the material from Alafashnai's hands, the metal became the shape of an iron glove in the hands of the storyteller. The blood of the devil dripped on it, hissing as if it had fallen on a red-hot oven. The essence gets absorbed and leaves a gray residue.

Then the storyteller smiled with satisfaction, "This relic is called the Hand of Sternness. This name was given to it by its owner, the wizard-hunter of Sarquoir. These gloves represent the bond between two beings. Those who wear this relic no longer live for themselves, but die for others."

At this time, the storyteller once again entered that magical moment of memory.

"The sound of battle horns pierced the silence of the night. My Severe Friends and I leaped over the fence, knocked the sleepy Sentinel to the ground, and sprinted down the street.

We're going to the chief's house. Our comrades followed us without making a sound. Only the long howl of "Severe Friend" warns the people in the village that the time to punish the evil has come.

We broke into the chief's house, pinned the terrified men against the wall, and glared at them. There were three people squatting at the back of the room, a man and a woman blocked another thin, pale young man with their bodies. "Stern Friend" growled around me, and people were afraid of him. It was a gigantic wolf, black as coal, and one could frighten one's heart just by glare. I take a step forward.

My name is Settley Davemy, and I'm a wizard hunter. I, my wolf, and my men will never harm the good Sakorik. We will only hunt and kill those villains who violate the law and harbor filth. Stern Friend took a few steps forward, but I put the gauntlet around his neck.

It is too early and things can still be resolved without bloodshed. He obeyed my words, but he and I are not in a master-servant relationship, we are brothers.

The man, the chief, shouted: "We didn't hurt anyone."

"If you say you are innocent, what do you think is evil? You have rebelled against your ancestors and gods, and you have conceived foul arcane power in your blood. You have intermarried with your brothers and sisters to strengthen this blood. And what have you produced? A monster."

The man and woman looked at each other in blank dismay, ashamed. I discovered their crimes, the unnatural dark powers of the brother and sister that brought them the curse of witchcraft.

The woman cried out in despair, "Leave him alone. He won't hurt anyone. You see, he's out of his mind. His mind is like a baby's." The pale boy hugged his parents. Although he is tall and strong, his blue eyes are full of innocence and terror.

A child, with a problem head, can't hurt anyone, what a clever way of saying it.

"Seven fishermen died by the river, killed by magic, and disemboweled. They were all good people, and they didn't hurt anyone. Were you just curious to see what they did?" Blue eyes stared blankly at me.

"And those kids in the grass by the bee forest. Maybe you just wanted to play with them, didn't you? And you don't like to lose, do you?" The two blue buttons are the same.

"What about the girl? You like her, but don't like her rebelling against you?" His full lips broke into a smile, and his expression became serious, cruel, mocking.

"That's right." He dropped his disguise. Beneath his mask, he is a clever, cunning, treacherous monster who knows neither mercy nor kindness. He's spoiled, with powers no mortal should have. He is not a man, but a wizard.

The lad put his hand on his parents' shoulders, robbed them of their vitality, sucked their life out like a mosquito **** blood. Then he held out his hand to me and commanded death to come in my direction.

I was beaten so dizzy that I fell to my knees. My ears, eyes and nose were bleeding. My gauntlet burst open, splinters of steel cutting my fingers and palm. The little **** raised his other hand, and that's it, I'm dead.

Then, a black lightning flashed before my eyes.

"Stern Friend" rushed forward and used his body to protect me. The horrific blow slammed his hairy body on top of me, pinning me down. I found myself lying on the ground with his eyes right in front of me. I realize my brother, dead.

I roared and lost my mind. I threw Stern Friend's body back at him, then grabbed a dagger in my flesh-molded hand, and threw it at the wizard.

The dagger pierced his blue eye, but didn't kill him. The boy whimpered and crawled on the ground, groping blindly with his hands, calling his mother's name.

"It's too late to cry now. You killed her." I rushed towards him, pulled the dagger out of his eyes, and slashed at him.

You killed my closest friend. I am going to kill you. I stopped the movement of swinging the knife and threw the dagger to the ground.

No, I'm not going to do that. The wizard had been driven mad by pain he had never felt before. He was full of helplessness and fear, and he was no longer a threat. Therefore, according to the law, I will send him to the prison in Leshen City. I am Settley David Mai, servant of Sarkoli.

No matter how painful it is, I will never become, that monster. I don't kill people just because I want to. The others **** the wizard, and I gave my "stern friend" one last hug.

Tragedy like this is why people shouldn't use arcane magic. Arcane magic is not a gift, not from spirits, from ancestors, or from gods. It's a curse of spontaneity, with no one to monitor your actions, no voice to tell you what's right and what's wrong.

On the contrary, this kind of magic can give people a false sense of arrogance, thinking that they can get away with everything.

It fosters contempt for others, turning people into monsters, because to a wizard, everyone else is an ant. There was a cold, horrible feeling in my chest, something odd that haunted me and made me uneasy.

As if somewhere beyond this accursed house lurks something baser, darker evil. What I have come across will change everything. My soldier tapped me lightly on the shoulder.

"My lord David, a messenger has sent a report from Lithium.

We have to inspect a suspicious house. The lonely house is near here. According to the report, a single woman lived there. "The feeling in my heart became darker, but I nodded silently. Duty is duty."

"It's gone?" Lin Yun asked when the storyteller suddenly lost his voice.

"Yes, the stern hand, these are a pair of thorny iron gloves, which can gain strength for the wearer's partner, which is equivalent to the enhancement of the Titan's giant belt, but just like it, it will be very violent, once it enters the battle state , your partner will be affected, and you need to use a strong will to resist, otherwise, it is easy to go crazy and attack other people." The storyteller said with some worry.

"It sounds like it suits me very well." At this time, the little Aiwu on the side shook his head and said.

"I can use it." At this moment, Saya reached out and took the pair of gloves.

Speaking of which, Saya's white hands didn't look like they were wearing gloves at all.

"Oh, yes, I happen to be a necromancer, and the effects of general mental effects are useless to me." At this time, Arles also remembered, and then said.

"It's not that simple, the power in this glove can even be superimposed with the normal Titan's belt." Sedum on the side said with a smile.

The so-called Titan Juli Belt is actually a +6 Juli Belt.

In other words, if you wear this glove, then Arles will have +6 power, and if you wear the +6 power belt, then it will be +12 power.

And after passing the glove to the stern hand, he continued to study the other cloak.

A dazzling light erupted from the storyteller's hand. The light danced, making you squint your eyes in pain. When the light finally fades, you see the elf holding a thick cloak in his hands. "This relic is indeed very legendary, it absorbs a force that is too heavy for this world, but I have a feeling that this cloak should be very suitable for you~www.readwn.com~ But I also have a question .”

"What do you mean?" Lin Yun asked curiously.

"There are not many stories on this cloak, but I feel that it is closely related to you. Now, what I want to ask is, who are you going to use this cloak for?" The storyteller said seriously.

"Of course who is suitable and who has used it." Lin Yun was a little surprised.

"No, maybe you didn't understand what I meant, Commander, this cloak needs to be chosen." The storyteller said again.

"Choose?" Lin Yun frowned slightly.

"What kind of path should you choose in the future? I can see that you are all using the power of different paths. Angels, demons, spirit messengers, and liches are all some unusual existences, and this cloak The traits allow me to transform this cloak, and then create a power that can adapt to you." The storyteller said in a deep voice.

"Then is there any need to say that? Of course it's Dante." At this time, Nero on the side said quickly.

"I'm sorry, you are not qualified to choose, but I am qualified, hehehe." Sedum on this side said with a smile.

"So you want this thing?" Nero looked at Sedum, frowning slightly.

"What are you talking about? Of course I also choose Dante. Only the stronger Dante is, the safer I will be." Sedum said with a smile.

"That's right, I also believe in Dante." Xiao Jin smiled calmly, as if his whole body was about to radiate light.

"Dante." Saya was much simpler and ruder.

"Very good, sure enough, Commander, you are the one everyone expects." The storyteller said with a satisfied smile.