The Divine Hunter Chapter 40: In the forest
The wind rustled the leaves, smoke and hot breath filled the air, and there was a faint glow of fire.
In the alder forest, beech trees, fallen leaves, vines, and branches are all burning. In the forest clearing, the dead and injured are connected together, wearing clothes woven from linen and fur, with squirrel tails hanging from their waists, high cheekbones, and pointed ears. Elf.
And human mercenaries wearing leather armor and dusty faces.
Some had their legs caught in huge bear traps, and their bones were exposed from the **** wounds. They sat on the ground hugging their legs and wailing.
Some were hit hard in the chest and abdomen by a parabolic log falling from the sky. They fell to the ground and vomited pieces of internal organs, and their chests were sunken.
Some footwear buried under fallen leaves fell to the sky, and were mercilessly swallowed up by the sudden collapse of the ground. Rows of sharp wooden stakes impaled them like barbecues in pits more than three meters long.
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Although they began to lose men before they saw the enemy's shadow, this hundred-man team composed of Scoia'tael and mercenaries still marched tenaciously into the depths of the alder forest.
"These mice are hiding their heads and tails!" Half-elf Skirrut ran in small steps, with his dry ponytail dangling behind his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "When we catch those witchers guarding the door, I want them to taste these tortures themselves and avenge their dead brothers!"
As if in response to his words, the typical elves behind him lowered their bodies showed deep hatred on their faces!
The man, who was as tall and thin as a dead tree and had no eyebrows, smiled viciously, "I must carry out the execution. I know the sensitive areas of mutants and know how to make them feel 'comfortable'. Let them scream loudly, of course. , this is my free additional service."
He clutched the three witcher badges around his neck.
"You can listen to it with your own ears then, what beautiful music it is!"
"Be careful! There is movement!"
The scary elf muscular man with a high nose who followed behind them growled.
In the distance, a mist-shrouded botanical garden appeared in the forest clearing.
The tangy plant fragrance shocked a group of elves from the remote Valley of Flowers. At a glance, they saw more than 40 kinds of plants: celandine, crow's eye, sage... and some plants they had never seen before. , lush and growing happily.
Even in the Blue Mountains, there are few such complete and lush botanical gardens!
The mist surrounding the botanical garden seemed to be alive, moving visibly to the naked eye, becoming thicker and thicker, blocking their sight.
Two huge and bloated creatures appeared in the mist...
They rushed out at an astonishing speed, and the clearing in the forest kept shaking. Along the way, alder leaves fell like rain, and there was a crackling sound in the ferns, and the branches snapped in the crunch.
The crowd then formed a square formation, back to back, drew their weapons, drew their bows and placed arrows.
"What the **** is that?" Skiru's eyes widened and he took a breath of air. Leo Bonnet also saw it. His white beard was trembling like a catfish's whiskers, and his wet eyes were filled with excitement. color.
"Careful!"
Bang!
The ground shook.
Everyone finally saw clearly the two approaching things.
They are like two oak trees, with rough and gnarled bark. But they didn't just stand there and let people cut them down, and let the birds jump on the branches.
They stride through the forest with thick and powerful tree-rooted legs, striding like lightning, their bodies covered with branches and their arms swaying, but their agility is breathtaking!
He will rush into the team in ten seconds at most!
Everyone's faces instantly turned as white as paper.
"Attack!"
Skilu shouted.
Without his order, the Scoia'tael and mercenaries were already firing arrows automatically.
The sound of whooshing through the air is endless.
Arrows fell like rain, but the two tree monsters were seen waving their branches foully, as if they were waving an outrageously large broom towards everyone.
Pop!
99% of the arrows were blocked by the broom and shot into the bushes!
The remaining small part fell on them. At most, it could only penetrate an inch into the hard bark before falling weakly.
Scattered milky white blood gushed out from the wound, and they rushed to the front of the team from left to right as if they didn't know the pain.
Crack!
The two tree monsters waved their branches at the same time. Their posture was like a big rooster leaning down in the grass to peck at centipedes and caterpillars, accurately picking out two people in the team.
The two unlucky ghosts were entangled in the branches and hung in the air, just like snakes that were caught by their tails and swung wildly.
The screams were so pitiful that the companions were frightened!
But the Scoia'tael and the mercenaries are not vegetarians either.
Immediately danced the sword close to me, and a cold light danced around the tree monster, like a group of gardeners pruning around ornamental plants.
In an instant, at least ten branches on the tree monster's body were chipped and covered with sword wounds.
However, the trunk and limbs of this thing are stronger than ordinary oak trees, and the soldiers have never fought against them, so they couldn't cut off a few of its arms.
On the contrary, they lifted up several other companions upside down like they were pulling out carrots.
In the blink of an eye, the branches were covered with soldiers, and the branches were entangled with surprising strength.
They kicked their legs a few times in panic, their eyes bulged out, their tongues stuck out, their beards were stained with vomit and blood, and they were strangled to death!
"Haha, interesting! Interesting!"
Amid the wailing and screaming, Bonnet, who was tall and thin, laughed unusually and spat on the bright sword blade engraved with runes in his hand.
"Come on, big tree, let's dance together! Play music!"
He pounced on the raging tree monster on the left, his movements as fast as lightning and silently.
The tree monster is busy strangling a yellow-haired elf.
Split a branch to block the intruder.
The sharp blade cut through the air, and the sword collided with the branches, making a crisp sound of gold and iron.
Fantie could do nothing with it, but the sword in Bonnet's hand was extraordinary, and his strength and speed were far beyond that of ordinary people. He easily cut off the tree monster's arm with one sword, and the broken branches wriggled on the ground like snakes. Down, falling into stillness.
Bonnet moved closer to the tree monster.
More than a dozen branches swung at him.
He rotated his body and sword blade like a top, branches fell down, and the corpses on the branches fell to the ground again.
He jumped like a blue sheep on the cliff, changing directions, coming and going freely, perfectly dodging all attacks, without a single wound on his body.
Both the Scoia'tael and the soldiers could only see a blur of swords and swords surrounding the bounty hunter and the big tree. Countless wounds were visible to the naked eye on the tree trunk.
Two minutes later, a stream of milky white blood gushes out from its eye-like tree tumor, and Bonnet pulls out the blade.
The tree monster languished on the ground, its bare branches trembling a few times before returning to silence.
It stood lifelessly in place, turning into a dried and dead oak tree.
"Haha! So happy!"
Bonnat shook his wrist, waved his sword, and immediately killed the second tree monster on the right.
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In the botanical garden.
Evelyn's slender and fit body is covered in green clothes woven from bark, her gray hair hangs down on her shoulders, and there is a wreath of mistletoe on her forehead.
She carried an oak cane on her back like a warrior, and the head of the cane swayed behind her shoulders as she moved her long legs lightly.
The emerald green light flashing on his body kept extinguishing the flames surging in the alder forest!
Suddenly the magic power disappeared.
Wrinkled his dark eyebrows.
The Oak Guardian has returned to nature!
A mortal killed it!
She felt unbelievable, and her eyes became as stern and cold as thunderbolts in the sky!
The turbulent green light like ocean waves spread out of the woods, the mountains shook and the earth shook, and the roars of beasts echoed endlessly!
……
"Roar!"
"Chirp!"
"Hiss!"
In the woods, among beech trees, ferns, and boxwoods, furry or scaly heads are revealed, teeth bared, and pupils full of cold murderous intent.
Weasels, rats, poisonous snakes, wild cats, wild boars... came out like a tide, using their fangs and claws to attack the soldiers who invaded the woods!
The army exploded, and they had no time to react. The tide of beasts from all directions completely surrounded them.
The roars, wails, collisions, and sounds of weapons piercing the air detonated the entire forest.
"Damn, there are druids helping the demon hunters!" Skiru roared angrily, and slashed a chirping weasel in half with a sword.
The soldiers were in a panic.
In the first wave of attacks, several people were gored to death by wild boars.
The densely packed small animals were even more difficult to guard against. Rats and poisonous snakes clung to the fallen leaves on the ground or crawled everywhere, emerging without warning. Poisonous spiders, lizards, and geckos fell from the treetops above everyone's heads. They find every opportunity to burrow into people's trouser legs, shoes, and clothes, and they specialize in picking up soft organs and licking them.
A burly man with protruding eyes like a frog howled miserably and covered his crotch. He jumped twice on the spot. His blue linen pants were blood red under his crotch. His cheeks turned the color of pig liver and he rolled on the ground.
The tragedy is shocking.
……
A freckle-faced elf pierced the waist of a wild dog with a sword from the front. Before he could change his move, another petite wild cat passed by his neck.
The sharp claws that collapsed reflected the cold light.
Wow!
His neck was immediately torn open with a **** opening, exposing his trachea.
The freckled elf lost all his strength and fell backwards, and then a group of black rats lifted him up on the ground, like holding a battering ram, and swiftly carried the body into the deep forest with a rustling sound. at.
A group of wild boars and wolves work together to deal with the Scoia'tael elves.
……
Even more shocking.
A giant lion and eagle hybrid suddenly fell from the sky above the woods.
Swiping through the crowd with strong airflow and huge pressure, its hook-like claws grabbed an unlucky guy and took him flying into the sky.
After a while.
A rain of flesh and blood fell from the air, as well as a shockingly mutilated corpse!
"Oh my God, that's a gryphon!"
"The witcher raised a gryphon!"
A muscular man with a low forehead screamed in terror and shot into the sky continuously.
However, the arrows could not even catch up with its slender tail, or were blocked by the pair of broad, shield-like wings.
Crash.
Ten seconds later.
It comes again and brutally takes away the second dead person!
……
This forest.
It was filled with the sound of breaking through the air, the sound of sharp blades piercing flesh, the sound of bowstrings vibrating, and the sound of killing.
Man and beast fight **** battles, and the beasts seem endless.
The fallen leaves, branches, and roots on the ground were stained with blood red!
……
"Damn it! Molotov cocktails!" the half-elf raised his arms and shouted, "Burn them to death!"
Wow--
The Scoia'tael and the mercenaries immediately took off the oil bottles from their waists and threw them into the herd of beasts coming from all directions.
Boom!
Fires shot into the sky.
Illuminating the ferocious faces.
The flood-like tide of beasts was cut off by jumping fire.
The beast with burning fur and the smell of roasting and burning screamed and ran around, bumping into a group of companions, spreading the flames.
The raging wild offensive has slowed down.
At this moment, Leo Bonnet pulled out the long sword from the eye socket of the second tree monster, faced it with a sword, and split a burning wild boar in half.
A waterfall of blood stained his sickly red cheeks.
A grin appeared on his face.
"Now, who will dance with me!?"
"Bang!"
In response, a round glass bottle shattered in the crowd, triggering an explosion that blew up and set fire to more than five soldiers.
Sparks flew everywhere, and the raging fire quickly spread amid the wails.
Behind the beast tide, another man wearing a dirty scholar's robe, a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and a Mediterranean hairstyle was holding a special incendiary bomb. A playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes with thick black circles blinked.
"The incendiary bombs are too tasteless!" Kalkstein warmly invited, "Come and try my special bombs!"
"Get enough control!"
"Click!"
The second pale ball of frost erupted in the crowd.
The extremely cold air instantly froze the two closest mercenaries into crystal clear ice sculptures!
On the other side of the beast tide, a round and rotating ice ball appeared in the palm of a woman in a black robe.
The close-fitting robe moves automatically without wind, sinking into the undulating mountains.
The white light illuminated her stunningly beautiful face, with her red hair flying freely on her shoulders.
The blue eyes are as cold as ice.
Like an ice goddess holding winter in her hands.
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"Damn it, the druid, griffon, and two mages, the demon hunter has a backup plan! We are in big trouble!" Skiru said viciously, with a trace of fear flashing on his face.
The entire team was in complete chaos.
He tried to pull the trigger towards the Mediterranean mage in the distance. The latter hid behind a big tree as if his soles were greased, and let out a nervous sarcastic laugh.
Dodge the anti-magic metal bombs that explode around you.
The figure of the "Ice Goddess" disappeared into the air at the same time.
The two mages relied on the magic of lightening and the cover of trees to come and go without a trace. From time to time, they threw spells and bombs to play with the prey rounded up by the beasts.
"The trouble doesn't stop here!" Leo Bonnet dragged his sharp sword across the crowd and walked straight to the other end of the mage.
In the mist and firelight.
Two black figures standing with swords appeared.
One was a tall man, wearing a leather jacket with studded pauldrons and a Wolf talisman hanging around his neck.
A huge scar runs vertically across the entire right side of his face.
The face is cold and expressionless.
Hold the long sword in both hands high on his right shoulder, and slowly approach, there is still a knight holding the long sword, preparing for a charge.
One person is wearing a pair of sunglasses, a lean figure, and flexible cat-pie light armor. The cat-pie pendant around his neck ripples with his footsteps.
The thin blade of the sword is turned lightly with the wrist.
There was a cold look on his face that was indifferent to everything.
唰唰
One step is ten meters.
The two walked side by side towards the crowd.
The two pairs of eyes collided with the pair of eyelashless, sparkling dead fish eyes in the crowd.
Sparks are flying!
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"Haha!"
The unprecedented impulse made Leo Bonnet's body begin to tremble uncontrollably.
Facing two demon hunters at the same time is unprecedented. This battle will be the most dangerous in a lifetime.
However, it is also the peak of heartiness!
"Come on, witcher, swing your sword to your heart's content and dance with me!"
"Let's dance for three!" He roared at his opponents, hooking his hands provocatively at them, with an ominous light flashing in the eyes of the dead fish, "Two demon hunters versus Leo Bonnet, this game A wonderful performance will come at the cost of life!"
"But it's not me who pays the price!"
"Before you lose your breath, I will let you enjoy the last honor of your life!"
Leo Bonnet held the sword in his right hand, and the blade drew a series of traces on the grass. He threw it forward with his left hand, actively sprinting towards the two of them, as fast as a ghost floating in the forest, startling After getting up, a fallen leaf!
"Play music!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Beyond the beast tide, there is a clearing in the forest.
The sound of breaking glass.
The anti-magic metal bomb blocks the witcher's magic.
The Cat Vulture and Eskar could have avoided it.
However, out of the pride of those who wield the sword, they bear it calmly.
This is a pure sword duel.
Two consecutive sharp collisions that tore the eardrums erupted!
The wolf and the cat, one on the left and the other on the right, besieged this arrogant human.
Leo Bonnet did not advance or retreat in the face of the swung sword. Instead, he jumped forward, passed through the gap between the attacks at a millisecond, jumped behind the two of them, and let the sword cut him. Close-fitting leather armor.
Turn around.
Hit two swords in quick succession.
The sword light moved in the flames, like stars hidden by the sun.
The first sword cut open the cat vulture's shoulder.
The second sword stabbed Eskar in the left rib.
Blood splattered.
The two demon hunters groaned, but did not hesitate in their actions.
One person turned around and slashed the back of his neck with the steel sword from top to bottom. The other person bent his knees and crouched down, and stabbed his heart with the tip of the sword.
The blade tore through the air, hissing.
Bonnet rolled back roguely, dodging the two sword blades.
Before the two men advanced to attack from a pincer attack, they launched a counterattack, slashing and slashing with their long swords, swaying slightly from side to side.
Three long swords collided continuously, and sparks leaked out like mercury!
More dazzling than the flames raging in the forest!
……
Skilu in the crowd casually struck out with his sword, piercing the charging wildcat and pinning it in mid-air.
But he was sweating profusely and showed no signs of joy.
Fire and ice were raging around us, and our compatriots were wailing.
Most of the two hundred soldiers were lost in less than five minutes, and they were still decreasing at an alarming rate.
Blood and corpses turned the nearby woodland completely red.
In addition to the two mages, a cunning griffon, and a druid joined the battlefield. He cast lightning from his palms to turn people into charcoal, and hurricanes blew people into the sky, breaking their arms and legs.
But the endless crowd of beasts blocked the outside, making it difficult to get close to the three casters.
They relied on the terrain to avoid most of the arrows and anti-magic bombs.
A few scattered arrows could not even break through the magic shield that protected them.
Skilu felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.
I am afraid that this trip will disappoint Master Wei Ge's expectations.
A few fellow witchers are so invincible.
So what was the scene like with that group of demon hunters in Nuo City?
Skilu looked desperately at the undisturbed open space.
The three figures collided violently like sparks hitting the earth at an alarming speed, and then suddenly separated.
Their physical fitness far exceeds that of ordinary people, and their swordsmanship is at its peak.
The half-elf cannot capture the specific moves of blocking, parrying, dodging, and counterattacking...
Every time I saw a handover, a lot of sweat and blood spilled to the ground, brilliant like blood-colored fireworks.
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"Bang!"
After thirty seconds of stalemate, there was an unusually high-pitched sound of a sharp blade slashing.
Two demon hunters, completely separated from the bounty hunter.
Leo Bonnet's back was hunched, and the swords in both hands supported his shaky body like crutches. There were oozing wounds under the torn leather armor.
He looked embarrassed, his catfish-like white beard stained with blood, his bloodshot eyes staring at the opposite side, but there was a cheerful smile on his lips.
Eskar, who was covered in blood, groaned.
Suddenly he knelt forward and fell to the ground.
The cold wind passed through the forest.
The intact skin between the demon hunter's neck was like a zipper that had been opened, and a huge gap suddenly appeared.
Blood flows like a fountain.
He fell face to face.
All strength and life were lost along with the blood.
A bizarre scene passed before my eyes.
The past life keeps flashing back.
Orphan life...cruel mutation experiments...comrades from the Wolf Faction who are as close as brothers...a long life, boredom, excitement, and fatal commissions...the Demon Hunter Brotherhood...the Night Demon Pasia...
Brothers.
Children.
Pasia.
Sorry, I missed my appointment.
The scarred man's pupils expanded and his consciousness began to disappear rapidly.
"Boom!"
The vulture, with several **** wounds all over its body, spit out a cork and purred.
The swallow's magic potion was swallowed.
Immediately helped Eskar's body up.
The blood has completely soaked his chest.
Breathing and heartbeat begin to fail rapidly.
"You're in luck, man."
Without thinking, he took out a treasure that he had treasured for a long time from his arms. He had planned to leave it to Karl to survive the trial of grass, but the boy was lucky and didn't use it, so he kept it.
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"Haha! It's been a long time since I've been this happy. The demon hunter is an excellent opponent. When the two of them come together, the pleasure is doubled!"
"Haha! This dance is so fun!"
Leo Bonnet laughed loudly, suddenly grabbed the three badges around his neck, pulled hard, held them in the palm of his hand and threw them over, "Go on! A reward for you!"
His cold, hoarse voice was gradually buried by the sound of fighting in the flames, getting lower and lower.
The smile on his face never changes.
"I have been looking forward to this day. It is better to die in battle than to die on a woman's belly, die from alcohol and disease, die in disgusting mud, and be swallowed by slimy earthworms." He looked towards the increasingly cold Eskar,
"Today, I finally got my wish."
"But it's not a loss for one for one. The scar-faced man... we made an appointment..." He looked at Eskar who fell to the ground, his eyes full of fighting desire, "Come on below! With you by your side, You will never be lonely or bored."
"I will die...I will die without regrets."
Speaking.
The smile on Leo Bonnet's face was stiff and his pupils dilated. ~IndoMTL.com~ He just stood there with his sword in his hand and lost his breath.
There was a huge gap in the lower back, with bones visible deep inside, and the blood flowing down dyed the grass on the ground into roses.
"Leo Bonnet, you are a terrible opponent, the most powerful mortal I have ever fought against in my life." The vulture's gray-green eyes flashed with admiration, and he shook his head, stuffing the small and exquisite acorn in his hand. Eskar said, "But you made a huge mistake, not one for one, zero for one!"
"Gulu!"
The forgotten acorn slid down his throat and into his belly, and an extremely rich vitality instantly spread out of Eskar's body.
Forming a thin film rippling with emerald green light.
Tightly wrap his wounds all over his body.
Ascar is like drinking a panacea.
The horrific bleeding hole on the neck healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, he shed his old, wrinkled dead skin like a snake shedding.
Revealing a new layer of skin that is as white and tender as tofu and as smooth as silk.
Even the hideous scar on his face disappeared.
The breath of life returns.
He opened his amber vertical pupils wide, and his eyes were as bright as the sun!
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Bang!
The flames exploded and the head was dizzy.
The tall and strong body of the half-elf Skiru rose into the air uncontrollably, and the searing heat and severe pain overwhelmed him like a wave.
A weak cocoon enveloped his soul from the inside out.
The sound, smell, and light left him in an instant.
The passing life also took away his ideals, ambitions and heroic words.
The last scene of landing and closing eyes.
The man who looked like a **** of war, Leo Bonnet, lost his breath.
Failed.
A complete failure!
Lord Wilgefortz.
One final thought flashed through his mind.
Avenge us!
Revenge!