The Divine Hunter Chapter 7: Deformation

In the mine, the flames in the forging furnace flickered, revealing a solemn face.

"Boom..."

The cork fell to the ground.

The demon hunter swallowed a few mouthfuls of "Hekna Decoction" and "Thunder Potion".

Strength increased from 16 to 20.

Dense black blood vessels appeared on the cheeks.

Open a bottle of Skellige's specialty cherry wine.

The slightly sweet aroma of wine quickly spread to the narrow space beside the forging furnace.

The two ice trolls, who were sleeping soundly back to back, sniffed and smacked their mouths.

Then they shook their bloated bodies, opened their little eyes, and scanned the entrance of the mine to a strange figure wearing a black cloak that suddenly appeared.

"Who are you, you ugly monster? Go back and leave! This is the home of the troll!"

The two ice trolls stood up and struck the ground with their arms hanging down from their knees like irritable orangutans.

"Or the troll will cook you!" the male troll warned loudly, his deep and powerful voice as shocking as the beating of a war drum.

"No! He smells delicious." The female troll drooled, licked her lips, and grabbed a stone as big as a sandbag, ready to throw it, "Don't run away! Come here and let me take a bite!"

"Should you let me go or not?"

Roy complained in his heart.

After eating and sleeping, I feel hungry again. Are you and the fat pig with four legs close relatives? You call me ugly and you don’t even dare to look in the mirror?

He raised his hands to show that he meant no harm, and pointed at the ice corpse disguised as a blacksmith that fell to the ground in the iron cage.

"Take a deep breath, relax, don't get me wrong... I am a friend of the 'big man'... I would like to treat you two to a few bottles..."

Bangdang…

A bottle of free cherry wine was rolled over by the witcher and landed under the troll's big feet.

It turns out that trolls are immune to alcohol.

The two couples looked at each other, and the male troll picked up the wine bottle without any precautions, but his carrot-thick fingers couldn't do the delicate movement of pulling out the cork, so he simply twisted off the top half of the bottle. He couldn't wait to pour it into his mouth and drank half the bottle of wine in one gulp.

The female troll snatched over and drank the remaining half of the bottle.

"If you drink my wine, you will become a good friend. If your friends have questions for you..."

"Get out of here!" The troll glared at him and immediately turned away and said in a strong tone, "You smell wrong and are not a friend! If you don't have wine, there will be no problem!"

"Wine! Or turn it into stew!" The female troll salivated at the demon hunter and gasped, suppressing her desire to eat.

Roy threw another bottle of wine over.

"How long have you lived in the cave?"

"One, two, three...one, two, three..." The female troll finished it in one gulp, licked the empty wine bottle, and counted the numbers without thinking with her big tongue,

"Stop! Let's change the question. The big man said there is a giant bear hiding in the mine. Where is it?"

"Bear, friends, let's eat the little people together!" The male troll suddenly shouted excitedly, looking at the iron cage constantly, glancing at the frozen "big man" in the cage, but there was a trace of Confuse.

Why does the big guy look different?

Roy noticed its gaze and felt a shiver in his heart.

What is the connection between bears and blacksmiths?

"Did you fight with a bear? Want to cook it and eat its paws?"

"Bear paws taste unpalatable and are not as good as little people. Giant bears are friends and don't fight! Burp... let's kill little people and make stew together!"

At this time, the witcher finally understood.

The ice troll and the giant bear that has never appeared are not hostile at all, but a cooperative relationship.

This is a huge discrepancy with Farik's statement.

"Where is my friend Bear? Take me to meet him."

Just catch them all in one go.

Roy rolled another bottle of liquor over,

"Friend Bear, you are hiding..." The troll's drunken pea eyes looked at the iron cage again, and then turned to the demon hunter, with astonishing burning and longing in his eyes, "After drinking the medicine, Friend Bear came out... together Kill the villains, well, eat the villains."

"What medicine?"

The troll scratched the back of his head, looked at the pile of debris beside the iron cage, and muttered something unclear. His tone was a little more anxious, and he was suppressing a certain emotion, reaching the limit.

The witcher followed his line of sight and saw a bottle of mead and a few bright red Mador mushrooms frozen into lumps of ice, one of which showed tooth marks.

As a result, a piece of information about the special island ethnic group on the Great Skellige Island emerged from the memory of the witcher.

The Vilka, the berserker.

Could it be the so-called giant bear...

"Gulu gulu..." The female troll drank the strong wine in one gulp. She finally drank enough. When she looked at the demon hunter, her eyes were bloodshot and scarlet, her nose was breathing heavily and her saliva was drooling.

Suddenly, I squeezed the stone tightly, and my arm muscles bulged!

"If you eat too much frozen meat, change your taste."

"Fresh little people, eat, eat, eat!"

"Bang!"

A sharp sound breaks through the air!

A stone the size of a fist shot towards the witcher like lightning.

Roy was already prepared.

The body dodged to the side and jumped onto a piece of Crane's Mouth Rock. The stone hit the cave wall and shattered directly under the huge force, and a large hole was also smashed into the wall.

"Ugh!"

As if hearing the charge horn, the male troll waved his arms wildly with a stinking wind and rushed towards Roy, slamming into his position.

A large human-shaped hole was opened in the wall.

Gravel splashes!

It beats the wall like crazy!

And its wife, on the other side, kept throwing ice cubes and stones, and the thrown objects formed a string of gray shadows in mid-air!

A row of large craters was smashed into the mine wall, as powerful as a grenade!

The witcher dodges and moves on tiptoes, dragging his body around the mine to create an afterimage, as if he is dancing in the rain of stones!

Grab out the hand crossbow and press it lightly with your index finger.

"Whoosh—"

The bowstring vibrates.

The miniature meteor-like crossbow bolt instantly passed through a distance of ten meters and hit the troll's wife in the left eye. The huge impact blasted a **** hole in her eye socket.

If it had been any other monster, half of its head would have been blown to pieces, but the thick-skinned troll just howled and lost one eye, while the cruelty and anger in the other eye were even deeper.

But wait for her to attack.

The cloak flashed with golden light, the plate armor burned with red flames, and the figure of the demon hunter with the sword in his right hand melted into the air.

There was a ripple in space, and the next second he flashed in front of her chest and abdomen with the middle door wide open.

The murderous intent is high in the heterochromatic pupils.

Flattering you with wine will only lead to a murderer. Since you are going to take action, I will accompany you to the end!

Roy outlined the five fingers of his left hand, and the triangular talisman was printed into the troll's one eye, and it looked startled.

"Shua—"

The triple poisoned long sword took the opportunity to pull along the soft waist and abdomen of the troll's **** armor.

The seven gleaming runes on the sword's body dimmed.

Half of the sword spewed blood and flames from the tip of the sword. As he swung the sword, it sliced ​​open the troll's belly, internal organs, and severed the waist vertebrae.

The turtle-shell-like ice armor behind it was also cut in half by the enhanced blood energy.

"Ah!"

The female troll wailed miserably and punched horizontally like a flashback.

The speed is amazing!

The demon hunter was unable to dodge and was hit by a punch on his right shoulder.

The golden light shattered.

Plate armor is dented.

The right hand is distorted.

The whole person was shot several meters away like a sandbag and hung on the wall.

The sword in his hand fell to the ground.

"Hiss—"

Roy collapsed on the ground, his face flushed with blood from the pain of his fracture,

Click!

Pinch your right shoulder with your left hand and press it, and the bones will crackle.

The Ring of Time activates!

The blood of the ancients boiled, and the power of time enveloped his whole body - his body condition instantly went back twenty seconds, the life knocked out by the troll's death blow, the broken shoulder blade hanging limply at his side, The right hand that was unable to exert its strength was completely restored!

Roy twisted his shoulders flexibly and glanced around.

The female troll met a miserable end!

The upper body and the lower body were like two pieces of luncheon meat cut open by a table knife, falling to the ground one after another. Blood burst out of the flat cut surface like a dam, staining a large area of ​​the ground red.

The pungent stench filled the air.

The strong vitality prevented it from dying directly. It painfully dug its arms into the ground, its fingertips festered, and clay and gravel flew everywhere.

It struggled, howled, and spurted blood.

"Ah!"

The male troll, venting his anger into the wall, saw his lover’s miserable state, his eyes split open, and charged towards the demon hunter.

Roy pointed the five fingers of his left hand towards the ground, the summoning rune was activated, and a blue ice element jumped out of the plane of annihilation. His triangular arms were crossed on his chest, blocking the demon hunter like a shield.

"Bang!"

Two iceberg-like behemoths collided fiercely.

The entire mine seemed to have erupted in a brief earthquake. Dust filled the air, ice edges fell from the ceiling, and the furnace's fire was almost blown out by the strong wind.

Bing Ling's hard armor was hit hard, causing a small crack.

"Ahhh!"

The widowed male troll burst out with amazing fighting power. Instead of chasing Roy, he directly punched the ice spirit in front of him and beat him crazily!

The face is distorted!

Become a furious boxer.

The fist covered with rough ice danced into an afterimage in mid-air, and the deafening sharp collision sound spread throughout the mine!

The armored Ice Spirit was as weak as a rabbit in front of it, its arms were weak in blocking, and was unilaterally suppressed by the troll. The body made of frost was shattered by a punch, dense cracks appeared, and crystal ice sputtered. Scum.

Shocked!

The pupils of the demon hunter hiding behind the ice spirit glowed red.

Countless scarlet tentacles bloomed from the void like huge flowers, swinging in the wind, stopping the troll's crazy offensive, twisting it into a ball from head to toe, lifting it up——

Presenting the witcher with its soft belly and eyes.

Roy raised his sword high and stabbed and slashed at the troll's eyes and belly.

And the Ice Spirit aimed its frosty old fist at its round head.

Within three seconds.

The troll was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his eyeballs exploded, his belly had several gashes opened, his important organs were punctured, and several intestines that were broken into two pieces fell to the ground.

The poison on the blade and the flames from the plate armor made it covered with bruises.

Blood gushes out like a fountain.

However, in this icy and snowy environment, the ice troll's recovery ability is abnormal.

The wound on the belly that exposed the intestines and internal organs was glued together at a speed visible to the naked eye.

These injuries are not serious enough to be fatal.

At the end of the three seconds, the demon hunter looked hard, held down the troll's shoulders, and pressed its head and small left ear on the right side to its mouth.

Breathe in and yell!

Vos——

Space cracks!

The power of the earth bone came, and the strong airflow and sound waves penetrated into the troll's narrow and soft auricle at the same time!

Bang bang!

The troll seemed to be hit by a battering ram and flew backwards!

The body is still in mid-air.

Flesh and blood flying everywhere!

A **** scene appeared in front of Roy.

It was as if a bomb detonated in the troll's ear canal, and the strong impact shattered its ears and half of its face.

Its skin seemed to have been peeled off by an invisible steel knife, revealing **** muscles and blood vessels.

The impact pierced the eardrum, inner auditory canal, bones, and brain, destroying everything in its path, forming a horrific **** hole.

Liquid mixed with blood and brain seeped out.

The male troll fell heavily to the ground, his pupils dilated and he lost his breath.

The high-speed healing ability cannot save its barren brain that was shattered into paste.

"Kill ice troll*2, experience value +600, witcher level 12 (13800/12500)."

"Huh..." Roy wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and shook his head as he looked at the two ice trolls that were dying in horrible ways

"Don't blame me, you just occupied the mine of the blacksmith family, killed and devoured so many people, you still want to eat me?"

Roy took a deep breath and lifted up Arondette to break down the trophies.

The **** skin of the ice troll is as strong as steel. If its belly was not soft and its defense was weak, its corpse could only be cut open with the Blood Slash.

Soon, the hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, kidneys, eyes, tongues, teeth, corpses and skeletons of the troll couple were all packed up by the demon hunters.

They also generously contributed two troll mutagens, comparable to large green mutagens.

Roy searched the area around the furnace again, but could not find any other living people.

Then a bunch of small items were taken from the pile of corpses - statues, hats, daggers, hairbands with names engraved on them, items that could represent the identity of the deceased... and coins with a total value of more than five hundred kronor.

The trolls hid these expensive trophies in a linen bag. They probably have a similar hobby to the dragons - collecting shiny things.

Beyond that, Roy found the half bottle of wine he had seen before in the pile of debris within reach beside the iron cage.

It was originally supposed to be a bottle of pure mead, with some dried human blood at the mouth of the bottle mixed into the wine... There were several weakly toxic and hallucinogenic Maduro mushrooms next to the bottle. Maybe someone found it from the mountains. of.

If ordinary people take a sip of mushrooms and wine, they will definitely go crazy in intoxication and hallucinations.

"Mado mushrooms, human blood, mead, and giant bears. It seems to be correct. Farik probably swallowed a mixture of the three ingredients unintentionally, which triggered the power hidden in his body." Luo Yimo rubbed his chin, thinking of the blacksmith's panic expression again, and returned to the cabin outside the mine.

The sun hangs on the western coastline, the snow-capped mountain ridges reflect the colorful light of sunset, and twilight begins to close.

"Papa!" Roy patted the blacksmith's cheek gently.

The man muttered and suddenly woke up from his drowsiness.

"Ah! Master Oaks, did I, did I fall asleep just now?" He curled up into a ball, as if he was overly frightened, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked around cautiously, as if something was watching him, ready at any time To harm him.

"I have searched the area and found no trace of that ferocious bear!"

"The giant bear hides very deep!" Farric stared at the witcher and said seriously, spittle almost spraying into his face.

Roy thought about how he once enjoyed "food" with trolls.

I feel sick.

"It will suddenly appear at an unexpected time and catch us by surprise!"

"Master, please!" He clasped his hands and begged, "take me back to the cave and put me in a cage. Only trolls can protect me!"

"Can't I take you home?" Roy looked into his eyes, trying to find a hint of guilt. "By then you will have been far away from the mountains and will be with your relatives Yuna, Chamiel and Clough. , even the giant bear can’t hurt you!”

"It's not as simple as you think?" Farik's face was full of bitterness and worry, "It will follow my scent, break into my home, and kill my relatives!"

"But I'm sorry, your two ice troll bodyguards..." Roy waved his hand to the open space next to the bonfire, and immediately there appeared a huge creature with its two ends disemboweled and dissected cleanly.

The blacksmith's eyes widened, he was stunned, and his face was extremely horrified.

Pointing at the troll, he was hesitant and speechless, and a frightened gasp came from his throat.

"I've got rid of them all... They wanted to eat me, but my bones were so hard that their big teeth broke!"

"It's finished, Master Oaks, I'm finished!" The big man covered his face and sobbed like a resentful woman, "No one can save me anymore! I'm going to die! Wow, I haven't yet Married, I don’t have children yet!”

"Don't worry, if it dares to show up, I'll help you deal with it!" Roy threw a few logs into the fire, waved his knife, and said in a cold tone, "I won't hide it from you, I have killed more than just giants. Demons, I have also killed many other monsters, including ghosts, ghouls, and even high-level vampires."

"Bears are no exception, whether they are brown bears, grizzly bears, or Svablo's followers, the so-called Wilkas, berserker warriors!"

"Don't seek death, Master!" Farric retorted, and then asked with a confused look on his face, "Wait, what does Svablo mean?"

"If you think about it again, you will definitely have the answer in your mind." Roy smiled mysteriously at him,

"Svablo, Vilka, Berserker?" Farric lowered his face and muttered a few words in a low voice, his eyebrows furrowed, and there was deep doubt on his face, which did not look like a disguise.

"Can't you remember? I'll help you recall..." Roy suddenly had a bottle of mead in his hand, took off the cork, crushed a matron mushroom and stuffed it in, letting the smell of the mixed wine linger. Farik nosed fermentation and handed the bottle to his hand.

Fariq frowned suddenly, his eyes were blank, and he fell into some kind of memory, and he couldn't help but take the bottle and take a sip.

Gulugulu.

The fishy-sweet honey wine slides into the stomach.

The blacksmith quietly tensed his body, pursed his lips, held his breath, and gritted his teeth.

As if he had become a stranger, the cowardice and timidity on his face disappeared, replaced by indifference and cruelty.

A sickly blush appeared on his lean and pale cheeks. He felt as if he had a fever, burning breath came out of his mouth and nose, and blood vessels and veins like loaches appeared under his skin.

In the ice and snow, even with a bonfire, the temperature is still frighteningly low.

But he seemed to be unable to bear the heat, and grabbed his fur coat with both hands.

Tear—

Exposing the bony chest.

Then he crawled on the ground like a wild beast.

I was trembling all over.

Roy's pupils shrank into prismatic shapes.

Black manes~IndoMTL.com~ came out along with the goosebumps, covering Farik's whole body.

The emaciated body visibly swells.

Slender and sharp bear claws sprout from the ends of its limbs.

The pupils shrink and become darker.

The mouth protruded outward, forming a long snout. The old teeth fell out and thick, yellowed fangs grew out. The rings were obvious, the blood horizontal stripes were extremely thick, and a large amount of saliva flowed out uncontrollably.

It clenched its teeth, its eyes were filled with blood, and it turned to look at the white snow with an emotionless look.

The witcher had already walked outside the wooden house and stood far away in the dim and cold night.

"Ouch!"

The roar echoed through the mountains.

The high desire to fight and destroy awakens from the body.

A huge brown bear with a body length of more than three meters and a low growl shrugged its shoulders and walked out of the cabin!