The Journey of the Demon Hunter

There was another flying dust in the canyon to the south, and soon there was a roar and shouts. Otto craned his neck to look, and two more tricycles rushed out of the camp. The goblin above held the steering handle with one hand and kept firing in the sky.

"Get out of the way! This is the prisoner of the third blasting team!"

Ricketts pushed away to block the corpse of the explosion, and raised his head from the gravel raised by the explosion. The sand ran down from both sides of his ears like a waterfall. There were less than ten mercenaries still standing around. The explosion lit the tent along with all the fences, brackets and canvas covers within ten meters nearby. During this period, it was dotted with mercenaries who were blown up and buried by flying sand. , Many of them are onlookers. The rest did not know where to escape. Few people in all races would know how to protect themselves when an explosion happened like a goblin.

Hearing the yelling of the motorcyclist, he clenched his right hand into a fist and hammered it angrily to the ground.

His clever head understood in an instant why there were suddenly more gunmen riding motorcycles. According to the original plan, he should be the only one to catch spies.

It must be a conspiracy of pulse!

If her people caught the spy with their own hands, then her negligence of duty could become a spy who had already seen through her identity, just for the purpose of obtaining information, deliberately making false claims with the spy.

All the credit will go to her, and he, Ricketts, has become a seriously negligent employee again. At that time, who would care what a negligent employee said.

"They want to take credit!"

He turned his head and shouted to the mercenaries who were still confused behind him: "Get me moving, you lazy pigs! That guy's bounty is worth one hundred gold coins!"

The three tricycles that arrived first made a sound like a chariot and rushed straight to Otto.

"Grab him!" The leading motorcyclist grinned: "Outflanking left and right, he can't run away! Don't be merciless, the order from above is to catch him back, you can live or die!"

Otto hid in the ruins covered with rubble and broken walls. The mercenaries yelled again. About a dozen mercenaries who survived the explosion rushed towards him with their weapons, charging and shooting at the same time. The bullet splashed dust on the broken wall, pressing Otto behind the bunker and unable to raise his head. A bullet may have missed the shot, or it may have been deliberate-it just hit the rear pursuing motorcycle's tire. With a bang, the front wheel of the motorcycle flew into the sky with sparks, the vehicle rolled over, and the rider was lifted out and hit an earth wall. The wall collapsed, crushing him underneath. The burning rubber tire fell to the ground and rolled several times until it hit the gravel pile.

Turning around, he glanced unexpectedly at the motorcycle that was hit. Ottoman squeezed his throat and shouted: "The second motorcycle team has caught him!"

The remaining two motorcycle riders looked at each other suspiciously.

"Get rid of those **** who grab the credit!"

Without a special order from Ricketts, the mercenaries around him immediately turned their guns and fired fiercely at the two tricycles closest to Otto!

A rider was shot in the forehead and fell off, and the uncontrollable motorcycle, like a running wild horse, slammed into another parallel vehicle. Amid the screams of the second rider, the two tricycles flew out together, rolled several times on the ground, and crashed into the hillside below.

The next moment, the flames of the explosion engulfed the two tricycles in an instant.

The mercenaries rushed into the ruins, and the crowd spread out to the left and right, shooting while moving. Otto lowered his head to check the buttons of the rocket boots, took out the hammer he was carrying, and listened nervously to the sound outside, judging the position and distance of the mercenaries.

At this time, he heard another voice.

There was a solemn roar at the foot of the distant mountain, which was a roar full of anger.

The gunfire stopped, and chaos broke out among the mercenaries. Otto took the opportunity to raise his head, he saw behind the mercenaries, a ghost horse and a wolf rushing out of the foot of the mountain! There is a dwarf on the wolf, and on the ghost horse, he is a rider he never imagined. Zelin drew out the ebony blade under the moonlight, and the pitch-black blade was like the devourer of all life. Ghost horses swept across the crowd, and the mercenaries fell like souls harvested by death. He slashed left and right on the horse, and he was still in the middle of the night.

"Hi!" Otto jumped up. Waved to Zelin: "Here!"

The ghost horse turned around and rushed towards the goblin. A cold light flashed in front of Otto's eyes, and he felt something warm splashing on the back of his neck.

Turning his head, a headless goblin body fell to the ground, still holding a dagger in his hand.

The ghost horse turned again, and Zelin reached out to Otto and grabbed his collar. The goblin crawled up to Zelin a little embarrassed and grabbed the mane braving the blue flame. Then, when he realized what he was holding, his hand retracted like a burn. The ghost horse raised its front hoof and crossed the obstacle, and Otto was almost thrown off.

Zelin shouted: "Hurry up!"

"Oh, good buddy!" Otto lay down again: "There was no such thing in my time, I just don't know...Oh!"

Otto shucked his neck subconsciously, a few shots sounded, and he felt something flying nearby. The remaining two three-wheeled motorcycles were chasing after them, and they kept shooting at them.

"Do you have a musket? Give me a gun and I will kill them!"

"Do you think I can hide the next musket?" Zelin said: "Catch me, I'm going to speed up!"

"I have hurry!"

"No, I mean, grab me."

After killing the two mercenaries, the gray wolf rushed straight to the entrance of Un'Goro Crater without stopping. But the goblins didn't care about the druids, all of them stared at the ghost horse that was carrying Otto to escape. The ghost horse stepped forward, stepping on the ground with four hooves, leaving a series of traces of light blue ghost fire remaining.

At this time, Otto realized that they had rushed into the valley. In front is the cliff of the zigzag mountain road.

But they still keep pace!

Chapter 2979 The Price of Loyalty

"Stop! Stop, we're going to go down!"

Otto saw the gray wolf in front suddenly turn around near the cliff, dexterously jumped into the bush next to him, twisted his body and jumped into the sloping hillside. And Zelin seemed to have seen nothing, still urging the mount to continue to accelerate, the ghost horse seemed to be sliding on the ground, extremely fast, he could hardly imagine a horse running so fast.

"Listen to me, hold on to me what happens next!"

Zelin stared at the cliff that was getting closer and closer, and stretched one hand to his back. Behind him, the motorcycle made a loud roar, and the engine that had run to its limit spewed out sparks.

Getting closer to the cliff, Zelin controlled the ghost horse and continued to run forward.

Fifty meters...

Otto screamed and waved his arms.

Thirty meters...

The tricycle was only a short distance away from them, and the rider took out the noose and waved it in his hand.

"Capture them alive, we are rich!"

Twenty meters...

Otto gave up the idea of ​​dissuasion, and tightly grasped the strap of the long sword fixed on the chest of the demon hunter with both hands.

Ten meters...

Zelin swung his sword to cut off the lasso that was flying on the left, and backhanded the ebony blade back to his waist. The goblin on the right stood up directly from the motorcycle, one foot on the seat, one foot on the steering handle, his wrist turned, and the lasso flew above his head.

"Hurry up!"

On the edge of the cliff, Zelin grabbed the reins, the ghost horse neighed and jumped up!

Only then did the two motorcycle drivers realize where they had rushed to. They slammed on the brakes, sparks appeared on the wheels, and two dark traces were drawn on the ground. The three-wheeled motorcycle rushed to the edge of the cliff. Amid the screams of the driver, it dashed straight out, drew an arc in the sky, fell into the rainforest below, and disappeared into the dense canopy of trees.

After the rider's voice disappeared, Otto slowly opened his eyes.

He saw the boundless forest sea, and several pterosaurs flew in the distant sky.

"This is..."

"I told you." Zelin's tone was flat: "Just hurry, trust me, I've done this more than once."

The demon hunter held Leonardo’s parachute with one hand, and in the other hand he held a horse skull that was still glowing with a pale blue light.