The Divine Hunter Chapter 5: An overwhelming battle
In the dead of night, in a camp consisting of carriages and bonfires.
Soldiers, dwarves, and children were wrapped in blankets and snoring one after another.
On the bed made of branches and moss outside the camp, on the rock bed, the witcher closed his eyes and fell asleep, his ears pricked up.
The moon rose quietly into the sky, and the moonlight poured down on this rustling forest glade like flowing water.
Insects are passing through, and wild animals that are nocturnal and active in the day begin to hunt.
The shadows of the trees were dancing, the thorn bushes far away from the camp trembled, and cold dewdrops fell to the ground.
A large emerald green silhouette sped past under the moonlight, like a cold wind blowing in the middle of the night.
Click!
The sudden sound of metal collision.
Two sharp metal saw teeth hidden somewhere in the bushes were triggered by external force and instantly closed, followed by a muffled groan and a suppressed cry of pain.
The speeding shadow suddenly paused, like a skinny tree broken by a strong wind, falling forward.
The moonlight revealed an elf with a distorted face and cold sweat on his forehead. His scarlet gums were exposed in pain, and saliva came out from between his teeth uncontrollably.
A pair of bear-catching iron traps created a huge **** on his right leg, and blood spurted out. The red-stained rough linen pants were in sharp contrast to the pale bone stubble in the air.
The hearts of his companions jumped.
At the same time, pairs of ghostly fire-like eyes lit up in the night, and the demon hunters opened their eyes.
"Enemy attack!"
An earth-shattering cry tore through the silent night, and the sleeping team members felt as if their brains had been hammered.
His whole body shivered and his eyes widened in confusion.
"Guys! Get up! The Scoia'tael are attacking!"
Yarpen Ziegelin's short and fat body made a perfect carp jump and jumped up on the spot, pulling out the ax on the tree stump.
When the moonlight shines, the ax blade shines.
Regan and Paulie Dahlberg picked up their crossbows, Xavier Moran, Yannick Brass, and Bernie picked up their dark warhammers and gathered around the leader.
Wenke's soldiers seemed to be well prepared. They were neatly dressed even when sleeping. Upon hearing the sound, they immediately took out their hand crossbows, drew their bows and arrows, or pulled out their steel swords, held their shields high, and sprinted behind the carriage. , using the moonlight and the bonfire to search around vigilantly.
In another camp, boys and girls wrapped themselves in quilts with calm expressions and quickly came to the sorceress's side.
However, Coral couldn't care less about the garish makeup, so she just kept sitting and standing in the quilt, and immediately sketched with her hands, making an extremely complicated gesture.
The simple magic circle engraved around the carriage was activated by magic.
Chaos energy surged out and illuminated her face. An invisible shield spread around the sorceress's body, covering a large convoy of carriages, like a huge ice-blue egg shell.
"Whoosh"
The slight but sharp sound of a bow shooting through the air!
A solitary orange-red light spot drew an unusually beautiful arc and fell on the carriage.
Bo
The magic shield bounced it away and the arrow shattered!
Wow!
A large swath of ignited arrows flew out from the bushes like a fluttering fire crow and flew towards the carriage.
The shield that Coral tried to hold open bounced all the arrows to the ground, causing sparks to fly and ignite piles of weeds.
Some of them hit the carriage outside the shield, shot through the canvas, sunk into the wooden boards, and flames rose!
Fires lit up everywhere in the night, and smoke surged!
"For the love of Li Ruian!"
"Die for Shayla Wade!"
Tsunami-like shouting!
The Scoia'tael lurking in the night split into dozens of assault teams, rushing towards the carriage from all directions to attack.
"Boom..."
The cork fell to the ground.
Gulugulu.
More than a dozen demon hunters jumped down from the rock bed and branches, with veins and black blood vessels appearing on their cheeks. The steel swords in their hands reflected the cold light, and their bodies were like lightning as they rushed forward.
Yalpen Zygrin, holding an ax in one hand and a crossbow in the other, led five brothers and rushed out behind the demon hunter.
The remaining people clung to the carriage and extinguished the flames.
The first wave of collision.
Gold and iron clashed, blood splattered, and severed limbs and debris flew everywhere!
In an instant, more than ten people fell under the demon hunter's sword.
"Whoosh—"
Roy tilted his head and a rocket passed by his ear.
"Whoosh—"
Pull the trigger and shoot an arrow with your backhand.
The halfling, who was hiding behind a paulownia tree and was wearing a green cloak and carrying a crossbow, was as petite as a child and was quietly knocked to the ground, with a fleshy hole opening in his chest.
Switched the hand crossbow to Ancient Visir.
Roy flew to avoid the galloping horses, and swung his long sword from top to bottom. The elf knight on the horse had a scarlet cloak on his back, his spine was cut off by the sword, he turned over and dismounted, and was trampled by the horse's hooves like a sandbag!
The dark horse reentered the melee and dispersed them.
An elf jumped up and grabbed the horse's bridle, but failed to stop it from moving forward. The forward force threw him under the horse's hooves, followed by a sound of bones breaking.
Roy strode towards the oncoming Scoia'tael, an assault team, with dirt flying under his feet and his eyes as cold as frost.
唰
The steel sword slashed horizontally, and a blood-colored air wave split into the void, flying forward with a terrifying hissing sound.
A strong elf male raised his steel sword to block.
Katz—
The steel sword, coat, flesh, and bones are like butter cut with a hot knife.
It split into two instantly.
The **** sword light split open his body, and continued to fly backwards with a **** light. The two Scoia'tael held their swords high, with ferocious expressions on their cheeks with protruding cheekbones, and bared their teeth like wild beasts, but they had no time to swing their swords. , touched by the sword light.
A blood line opened between the chest and abdomen.
Poof.
Guts and blood were scattered all over the ground, and a rose bloomed in the dark wilderness!
The spilled blood reflected the redness of Roy's cheeks.
The red-eyed elves have rushed to his side.
Roy faced the sword blades swung from all sides, jumped lightly, and fell straight into the center surrounded by seven Scoia'tael.
The pupils reflected blood.
Shocked!
唰唰
The brutal **** tentacles were like blood fainting in the ink, drowning seven people at once.
Roy twisted and spun around with his left foot as the center.
Like a white crane spreading its white wings and standing on one leg in a dirty and dark swamp.
The wings spin gracefully.
The steel sword reflects the moonlight and blood.
The wind drew a circle like lightning.
Pfft, pfft!
Seven blood flowers bloomed.
The chests, necks, and throats of the seven Scoia'tael were broken open by the tip of the sword.
The tentacles faded away, and they fell to the ground face to face. Their legs kicked the soil a few times and lost movement.
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Roy shook off the blood from the tip of his sword and looked around.
The entire camp was caught in a fierce battle, and the night was completely torn apart by fire and killing. Flames burned and spread among the grass, carriages, shrubs, and woods, while the moonlight was shrouded in faint blue smoke.
The sound of killing, the collision of gold and iron, and the sound of arrows piercing the air are endless.
However, the entire team was reminded by Roy and was well prepared.
The special canvas that the dwarves put on in advance during the day prevented the flames from spreading quickly and being extinguished quickly.
Only a few carriages were set alight.
Twelve young demon hunters stood firmly by the side of the convoy, constantly sketching the Seal of Yakshi, soothing all the horses that were disturbed by the flames and noise and trying to break away from the shafts and reins. With the magic shield of the coral, The incoming arrows were knocked away, leaving the team unscathed.
Another group of demon hunters first faced the Scoia'tael thugs, but like tigers rushing into a herd of sheep, they firmly blocked the attackers.
The three elves brandished their swords and launched a fierce attack on Leisuo. The bald man held a steel sword and a silver sword in his left and right hands respectively. He spun around like a top, deflected the three swords, and created three terrifying blood waterfalls at the same time!
Grim jumped up, raised the giant sword above his head, and cut a dwarf Scoia'tael in half with his sword. Then, like a hammer, he slashed the sword of justice, which was covered with flesh and blood. After swinging it in a circle, a strong wind blew up, sending the two dwarves flying away!
The cat vulture's steel sword was like a poisonous snake spitting out a message. It clicked three times around the body, hitting three vital points accurately. The elf who rushed towards him immediately covered his neck, and his temples, eye sockets, and quietness quickly went to hell.
"Come on, who else is there? You Scoia'tael gangs..." The cat vulture stuck out its tongue and licked the blood on the sword blade, roaring with a fierce look, "There is a road to heaven, so you have to catch it. Come and die!"
"Careful, Geralt!"
The arrows whizzed past, and the golden shield on Geralt's body flashed away. His hairband was cut open by an arrow, and his white hair fluttered in the wind behind his head. He clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands and knelt down. , expressionless, he started the sword dance of death in the midst of the siege.
The blade spun around and around again.
Forward, forward!
The blade spits out cold light and flesh and blood fly everywhere.
The elf that originally rushed towards him fell into pieces.
A dozen demon hunters danced their swords into a **** flame, the sound of bombardment of seals and the sound of flames exploding resounded throughout the night!
……
One of Wenck's soldiers struck the Scoia'tael dwarf in the forehead with his sword.
The dwarf screamed in pain, and his short and stocky body crashed into his arms, knocking him to the ground.
The big black-haired hand poked and pulled, and the dagger broke through the soldier's leather armor and opened his abdomen. In an instant, his intestines were pierced and rotten, and the hot internal organs and blood spilled to the ground!
The two of them just rolled on the ground holding each other, losing their breath at the same time.
The four eyes met each other, with deep-seated hatred solidified on the **** cheeks!
Whoosh
A crossbow bolt hit the human soldier in the shoulder.
The tip of the arrow fell off and split into four thin needles with barbs, which penetrated deeply into the flesh.
The soldier groaned, his head was covered in cold sweat from the pain, and his body swayed.
The petite halfling took the opportunity to jump across his chest like a civet cat.
唰
The soldier clutched the broken artery in his neck, making a grunting sound in his throat, and slowly collapsed to the ground.
The human soldiers and the Scoia'tael fell into panic for a moment.
On the front line, the dwarf team fighting side by side with the demon hunters is in a **** battle!
Yarpan, who rushed out of the convoy, cursed and ducked, nimbly dodging an elf's sword that was poking at his neck. He took the opportunity to swing his ax and hit his soft abdomen. The elf screamed in pain and was kicked. Fall to the ground.
Xavier Moran and Yannick Brass struggled to pull a horse that was disturbed by the flames.
A dwarf carrying a battle ax rushed in front of Bernie. He was wearing a hat decorated with a squirrel yellow tail, his gray beard was braided into three big braids, and his eyes were burning with the flames of hatred.
Bernie's hammer-swinging hand hesitated.
The black-bearded dwarf Scoia'tael did not hesitate, the muscles of both arms exploded, and the cold-gleaming ax blade struck Bernie's collarbone.
The shadow of death is coming.
Bernie held his breath.
Whoosh
The bowstring vibrates.
The black-bearded dwarf jumped into the air as if he had been hit by a carriage. His skull exploded in mid-air and splashed out a large piece of brain. The body flew two meters and fell on its side. His fingers shook twice and lost movement.
Roy, who was among the corpses in the distance, retracted his crossbow and shook his head at Bernie.
"You don't want your life?!"
"Bang!"
Yarpan rushed up and slapped the waiter hard in the mouth. The cheek between his beard was red and swollen,
He didn't give up, grabbed Bernie's collar and shook him, spraying stinking spittle all over his head and face.
"Stop it next time and I'll give you a **** ride myself!"
Bernie finally came to his senses, gritted his teeth and gripped the war hammer!
……
The land is soaked in blood.
In less than five minutes, hundreds of corpses fell on the battlefield, 90% of them were from the ancient Scoia'tael race, and the shouts of killing began to weaken rapidly.
Suddenly, thick smoke billowed in the bushes, and a group of Scoia'tael crossed the crowd and rushed towards the carriage where the children were sitting. The leading elf rider drove a cart filled with burning hay, firewood, and grease. The burning carriage launched a death charge with suffocating heat.
Roy's eyes turned cold.
It's time to end this fight.
Silver-gray pupils were locked on the carriage and he took a deep breath.
A rune shaped like a flame appeared in my mind.
Take a deep breath
Ta!
A war cry passed through the messy battlefield.
It was as if a strong wind of Level 10 was roaring by.
The chaotic battlefield was quiet for a moment, and the huge sense of depression made the hand wielding the sword extremely heavy.
The ambient temperature suddenly rose by dozens of degrees. Everyone had the illusion that their skin was burned, and even the breath between the mouth and nose became unbearably hot.
Hot!
The air is dry and the water molecules are evaporated!
The ground beneath my feet was faintly on fire.
Everything in the battlefield, the soil, shrubs, air, armor and steel swords, everything is emitting amazing heat!
Complex feelings happen in one breath.
Bang!
The earth trembled slightly and the mantle shook!
The earth cracked, and fire poured out of the cracks, piercing the dark sky!
Attract everyone's attention!
A stream of red lava gushes out from under the running carriage, like molten steel overflowing from a furnace. It is red and hot and instantly drowns the passers-by on the ground. The elf driving the carriage cannot even utter a scream. Together with the frame and the mount, they were carbonized and scorched by thousands of degrees of lava, turning into nothingness.
Only half of the head of the galloping horse flew out of the lava package due to inertia and fell ten meters away, charred black and burning with green flames.
A red liquid fire dragon exuded apocalyptic heat and light, submerged the carriage, and rushed forward ten meters.
Dense smoke billowed, and the ground was scorched and cracked with ravines.
A group of elven Scoia'tael who were unable to dodge were rolled up by the fire dragon and devoured.
The screams only lasted for a moment, and then they were completely ignited, inside and out, and burned into red and black human-shaped torches, melting and disappearing into the rolling magma.
There is no scum left.
In less than two seconds, more than twenty Scoia'tael were taken away by a wave of lava seals!
And the boiling fire dragon seemed to have eaten and drank enough, stopped and fell asleep on the sunken forest floor, forming a death lake burning with flames!
The entire battlefield was like a rusty machine that suddenly broke down and stagnated for a moment.
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No!
Across the battlefield, the Scoia'tael looked at the lake of lava that was swallowing up countless compatriots, their eyes almost bursting with blood and tears.
What a cruel and painful way to die.
Devil!
The witcher is a demon!
They yelled like crazy, their hoarse roars spread throughout the battlefield, and launched the final attack regardless of their own safety.
However, under the butchering knives of a group of demon hunters that shuttle across the battlefield at high speed, the Scoia'tael are like lambs to be slaughtered and fish on the chopping board, with no power to resist.
Whoosh
The bow string buzzed and roared.
The magic shield is broken.
On the edge of the battlefield, hidden in the bushes, Vasily’s slender fingers suddenly pushed forward while holding a birch cane.
The strong wind stirred against the robe.
A flashing figure with a sword was pushed away by an invisible force field.
But even though he was in mid-air, he still pulled the trigger flexibly and evenly.
咻
The mage covered his penetrated calf and screamed and fell down.
A strong elf jumped out of the bushes, swung his giant sword, and struck the demon hunter in the back. Then he flew backwards at twice the speed, and a blood line opened in his chest.
Bang.
The steel sword knocked away an arrow.
Roy threw out a purple lightning bolt.
A petite female elf with braided hair just jumped out from behind the paulownia tree. The crossbow slipped from her hand, her whole body was charred, and she fell to the ground twitching like an epilepsy.
Roy shook his wrist and made a sword dance, about to finish off these three guys.
"Tap-tat-tat..."
Clear footsteps came from the bushes behind me.
An elf woman wearing long boots, thin leather armor, long black-red hair, and slender legs approached him with a sword.
He turned around, his silver-grey pupils reflecting a familiar yet unfamiliar face.
I was stunned for a moment.