The Divine Hunter Chapter 53: Bloody battle

"Bang——"

"Bang——"

The ground beneath Buzz shook like a beating heart, and the snow piled on the branches slid down. The tree trunk in front of him was like a servant welcoming his master, bending his waist to both sides to reveal a A dark trail.

While the dwarf was in panic, two wrinkled bark-like palms pressed against the curved tree trunk—not so much palms as strips made of several huge vines intertwined.

Putting his hands back, a huge creature appeared in a half-crouched posture with its knees bent, and its head emerged from behind the tree trunk.

"This...deer...deer?"

The head is almost the same size as a human body. There are huge intertwined antlers growing on the top of the head. The face is as tall as a deer or a horse, but only a pale skeleton is left. The nostrils and mouth are empty without a trace of flesh and blood, and the eyes are faint. Like a will-o'-the-wisp, it makes people shudder.

Under the head, the limbs and torso are woven from tree trunks and vines, and the surface is covered with a layer of emerald green moss and ferns.

Take a step forward, its pale cheeks looked forward, and its huge body of ten Chi (3 meters) completely blocked all the light from the dwarf's sight. The figure completely melted into the darkness, as if it was emitting some invisible wave to the surroundings, conveying shadow, fear, and death.

Buz's scalp was numb and his lips were trembling, as if an invisible hand was strangling his throat, making it extremely difficult for him to make a sound,

"You...what the **** are you?"

The monster's bony mouth made a hoarse and unpleasant sound like a file, but before the dwarf could say another word, a huge palm like a hill came down on its head!

"It's over!"

The dwarf sighed and closed his eyes, then a strong wind hit behind him, and a sound like a defeat broke out in his ears.

In the lightning flash, accompanied by a strange and dull cry of pain, the monster's huge palm retracted back, and another figure appeared next to the dwarf.

This figure is extremely small compared to the deer-headed spirit, but it gives the dwarf a feeling of being as indestructible as a rock.

"Master Leisuo!"

Butz shouted in ecstasy, with snot and tears streaming down his face for a moment. This kind of near-death experience shouldn't be too exciting.

"Keep quiet!"

The witcher, none other than Leisuo, stood firmly in front of the dwarf.

The face is covered with ferocious blood vessels induced by the potion, and the dagger coated with light yellow sword oil is crossed in front of the chest with both hands, and the spine of the sword is stained with bright red blood.

That's from the previous female Scoia'tael.

The distance between the deer-headed spirit and the demon hunter was less than twenty feet, and he could even smell the smell of earth and vegetation on the other person's body, as well as the faint but lingering smell of blood.

The badge on the witcher's chest suddenly buzzed, and at the same time, the ground beneath his feet squirmed violently as if it came alive.

They seemed to be on the lips and tongues of animals!

"Pa——"

A python-like vine suddenly broke through the snowy ground and jumped up, carrying a gust of fishy wind. The dwarf shouted, and the dagger in the demon hunter's hand drew a wonderful straight line.

The vine was cut in two!

As the emerald green juice sprayed, two vines fell to the ground, and then rolled tenaciously on the ground like severed earthworms.

"Idiot! Don't just yell, hold it!"

Butz hurriedly picked up the throwing knife thrown by the witcher, and then smiled bitterly.

"You want me, a cripple, to fight those horrible things with a throwing knife the size of my palm?!"

But he didn’t have any more opportunities to complain. The second and third items were amidst the weird shouts of the deer-headed spirit. Dozens of vines rolled over the sky towards the two of them, like a curtain like sea water, with a crash. Fall,

The witcher grabbed the dwarf and rolled him to the side, and the vines rushed towards him like maggots on the tarsal bones.

Wrapped the two of them.

On the ground, a huge round cocoon suddenly appeared.

The deer-headed spirit sighed, took a step forward and approached the giant cocoon, and then stretched out its sharp, thin, wrinkled palms.

Close and hold tightly!

The giant cocoon, or a sphere made of countless vine snakes, suddenly began to squirm with the movements of the deer-headed spirit, becoming tighter and tighter, shrinking inward...

"Here and now," a scalp-numbing friction sound came from the ball.

"Crack——" A clear and crisp sound like the breaking of an egg shell sounded, and the deer-headed spirit's huge body took a step back involuntarily.

If it had fresh cheeks, it would definitely show a look of horror.

"Ka-ka--" A series of weird sounds followed, until at a certain moment, the giant cocoon suddenly stopped shrinking, and the vines on the surface trembled and shook violently, and a low whine resounded throughout the night. .

Just like snakes, insects, rats, and ants trembling in fear when they see their natural enemies, they can’t help themselves!

Under the deep gaze of the deer-headed spirit, a ray of light shot out from the giant cocoon, and along with it, vines seemed to be peeled off from the surface of the giant cocoon by invisible hands, and fell to the ground shriveled, without any trace left. vitality.

You can also see that the vines are steaming out as if they are roasted.

The deer-headed spirit opened its arms, and the front ends turned into two sharp wooden thorns in mid-air, piercing the ball. However, what greeted them was a raging tongue of fire - the dazzling firelight flashed in the cold night. In a flash, the deer-headed spirit retreated back with a strange scream, holding two arms covered with sparks.

The demon hunter knelt on one knee, holding his body up with the steel sword, panting, and his whole body was bleeding red.

Although he broke free from the strangulation, he still felt uncomfortable. There were horrific blood marks on his face like centipedes, and the leather armor was riddled with holes and was leaking blood.

The dwarf Buz was lying directly on the ground, dying and holding his eyes open.

"Hunda, Morata..."

The deer-headed spirit took advantage of the demon hunter's breath and began to chant the spell again. In the distance, a long wolf howl came to meet the spell.

The demon hunter drew a seal in mid-air first, and a green light rushed into the deer-headed spirit's field of vision, making it startled and interrupting the spellcasting.

Immediately afterwards, he took the opportunity to throw an alchemy bomb at its feet.

Amidst the crisp sound of glass breaking, white smoke mixed with black particles enveloped the body of the deer-headed spirit. The magic power in the body was immediately sealed, cutting off contact with the earth and the forest.

The deer-headed spirit suddenly exclaimed and hurriedly exited the smoke.

The daggers of both hands crossed in mid-air, making a cross with flashing sparks, and the demon hunter suddenly rushed towards the opponent.

Buz, lying crippled on the ground, never expected that he would be able to witness a peak showdown between a demon hunter and a monster at close range.

After the anti-magic metal bomb was detonated, the deer-headed spirit's spellcasting ability was completely sealed, and he could only choose to fight the demon hunter in close combat.

The size difference between the two sides in the confrontation is equivalent to that of a giant and a dwarf. It is really funny, but also extremely dangerous.

The former is extremely powerful and invulnerable. Every attack of his arms and thighs can leave a deep hole in the ground. But without its magical power, the forest that originally trapped the two of them has become its prison. .

It's like a giant wearing a small tights. The narrow space completely limits the performance of the deer-headed spirit. His fists and feet accidentally hit the snow-covered pine trees while swinging, which was a waste of strength and made him look particularly slow with his hands tied.

On the other hand, the dwarves looked at the monster hunter as a big man, but he had a speed that was completely inconsistent with his body shape. He seemed to have wings and his steps were extremely flexible. He narrowly missed the monster's minions several times.

If the deer-headed elf wanted to cross the demon hunter and attack the dwarves, he would be burned away by a mark of Igni.

The demon hunter is extremely cunning and has no greed for attack. Every time the dagger touches it, he retreats without giving it any opportunity to take advantage. This is how snakes hunt. The two daggers are like the fangs of a viper. Every time the deer-headed spirit attacks, it bites with lightning speed, injects venom, and then withdraws and hides behind the trees.

Snakes have deadly venom. The witcher's poison is the residual sword oil and special poison smeared on the dagger.

The monster has tough skin and iron bones, and the stab of the dagger cannot cause much damage to it, but as long as the skin is scratched and stained with emerald green blood, the sword oil and poison will immediately penetrate into the body of the deer-headed spirit~IndoMTL. com ~ Crazy corrosion and destruction, accumulating toxicity.

Looking from a distance, a giant roared in the forest, and a ghostly figure dodged around it.

After two minutes of fierce close combat.

The deer-headed essence's body was already riddled with holes, covered with dense wounds, and stained with green blood.

The demon hunter was also hit twice, with a bright red color appearing at the corner of his mouth, and his right arm twisted into a deformed shape and hanging limply by the side. His eyes were still calm and calm, and he blasted the huge monster with the last Igni seal.

Then he took a deep breath and lowered his dagger.

In an instant, "Puff...Puff", streams of green blood splashed out from the body of the deer-headed spirit like a fountain, like a leaky ship sinking to the bottom of the sea.

The two faced each other, and the huge body of the deer-headed spirit slowly slumped to the ground, lying on his back with his limbs spread out. The rise and fall of his chest gradually stopped, and his deep eyes lost their luster.

"Boom..." The demon hunter bit open a bottle of emerald green "Swallow" and drank it in one gulp. After a while, the shocking wounds on the body stopped bleeding.

He was still staring at the monster warily, and at the same time he gently groped and pried his right arm with his left hand. With a sound of bones that made his gums sore, his right arm barely returned to its normal shape. The demon hunter helped him up, which was seriously injured. The heavy dwarf fed him a bottle of marigold potion. The bitter herbal taste in his mouth made the dwarf frown and wake up.

"The master...the monster...is dead? Will we survive?"

In the dwarf's field of vision, the deer-headed spirit half-stepped into the coffin, but there was still no one to give him a fatal blow.

"Ashes return to ashes, soil returns to earth, born in the mountains and forests, died in the mountains and forests, this is the destination it deserves. But it must live a little longer." After the demon hunter finished speaking, his face darkened - Deer Head Jing's huge body suddenly and strangely turned into a ball of smoke and dissipated in the air.