The Divine Hunter Chapter 10: Adventure

Half-conscious for two days, on the morning of the third day, Roy's fever subsided and he regained consciousness. The old couple who took care of him couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. They had been very worried and scared these nights, especially when they saw One-Eyed Jack and the Night Watcher who were traveling with him covered in blood and injuries, thinking that they would lose this child again.

Aunt Susie sat beside the straw mat, holding his hand tightly, her slightly swollen face full of kindness,

"We have heard what Thompson said about the cemetery. The Fletcher family is destined to be like this...I believe they will be reunited in the kingdom of the goddess Melitelli...You have done your best, child, don't think about it anymore, Trying to get close to that monster. Now let me rest in bed peacefully. If you are gone, what will old Moore and I do?!"

Looking at his parents' concerned eyes and old faces, Roy couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

He still remembered that while he was half-conscious and half-awake, the old couple took turns staying with him and feeding him boiled food from time to time. He probably didn't even close his eyes for the past two days.

But he can't help it... The war in the north has not yet come, but a terrifying cemetery monster suddenly appears, posing a fatal threat.

This is a terrible world.

Natural disasters, man-made disasters, and unknown threats will not give him time to develop slowly. He must actively seek growth.

He never wanted to experience the deep feeling of powerlessness yesterday again.

"Dad, how does the village decide?"

"The day before yesterday, the village chief took a carriage and went to the city to find the lord for help..." Old Moore's tone was full of uncertainty. The three people present knew in their hearts that the lord of Posada was not a good person. Such a remote place It is normal for a few people to die in a small village. The lord's soldiers are most active only when collecting taxes, and they are sure to run faster than anyone else when dealing with monsters. In Kaye Village, at most, someone would come and ask a few questions without any pain.

"The people who went with me posted a notice on the bulletin board in the city, waiting for the witcher to take over the commission. Give it a month or two, there will always be news... Don't worry about it."

Roy sighed, still feeling uneasy.

After lying in bed for two days, his whole body was rusty. He wanted to go out for a walk and visit Old Jack in the pub. However, at the strong request of the old couple, they lay down until noon before they were able to escape.

There is a strange atmosphere in the village. A few people were hurriedly coming and going on the street, with worry and panic on their brows. All the people who used to chat on the roadside were gone, and the farmland outside the village was no longer showing people working hard.

Most of the villagers hid in their homes and nervously looked at the situation outside through the windows. No one knew whether the monsters in the cemetery would come to the village to kidnap people, so they had no choice but to stop all daily activities.

Occasionally, the sound of children crying and men and women quarreling could be heard in the house, adding to the ominous feeling.

The bulletin board in the center of the village that was originally covered with cobwebs and had been idle for a long time was cleaned up and re-hung with a commission. It's a pity that Roy can't recognize a few common words.

When they arrived at the tavern, Jack was sitting alone in front of the wine cabinet, lost in thought.

The wound on the old man's waist was replaced with a white bandage. His body smelled strongly of herbs. His face was tired, his eyes were bloodshot, and his mental state was poor. Pusig lost his friend who had been with him for decades overnight. He looked much older, his beard and hair were dyed a dazzling white, and his one eye lost its former sparkle.

"You're here, kid. Are you feeling better?"

"Well, everything's fine." Roy sat next to him and fell into silence. He didn't know what to say. He was just a deserter that night.

"Come have a drink with me." A trace of pain flashed across Old Jack's face, and he poured two glasses of wine. It was not sweet and sour fruit wine, and the alcohol smell was quite pungent. "The old man is gone, and Kaye Village will be here again. No one is accompanying me while I drink dwarf liquor and fight Gwent..."

"Jing Pusig!" Roy's heart trembled, and he suddenly picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. The strong and hot liquor ignited a fire in his chest, making him make a decision.

"One more drink, for Fletcher..." Roy took a deep breath and paused, "And the little slug."

Waiting for him to vent his anger and drink until his face turned red, Old Jack stopped him. We chatted about the past few days.

The village sent people to the barracks in Posada City to ask for help, but was rejected without any surprise. Just as Roy had thought before, if there had not been a large-scale monster rebellion and bandit invasion, the army would not have been dispatched at all.

There is another thing that the old Moores did not tell Roy. A total of four people died in Kaye.

In addition to the butcher Fletcher and his son, and the blacksmith Pusig, another villager has disappeared in the past two days. This stupid young man may not want to live anymore, so he ran to the cemetery alone in the evening, only to never return.

Ordinary people would only be tortured and killed if they encountered that thing.

After hearing this, Roy hesitated to speak, but after looking at Old Jack's poor state, he swallowed his words and left the tavern.

In fact, as a player who has been addicted to games, he has learned about various monsters brought about by the intersection of the heaven and the earth. Looking back now, he was 90% certain that the monster occupying the cemetery was a bloodthirsty creature called the Tomb Witch. They like to use their long tongues, which are like hidden weapons, to break the bones of corpses and **** out the marrow. If the corpses are eaten up, some particularly vicious individuals will go hunting in human gathering places and bury the captured living people in the ground to wait for them to rot before enjoying them.

What's more important is that he also knows the weakness of this thing.

The Tomb Witch usually makes its home near the cemetery, like this one who directly occupied the house of the gravekeeper Gongol. But they have a big weakness - they are afraid of sunlight, and their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced during the day.

But even if he told the villagers, would anyone believe it? How should he explain the source of the news?

If you can't gather more than a dozen people, even if you face a weakened version of the Tomb Witch, you still won't be able to play a big role.

……

The blacksmith and butcher died, and there were no relatives in the village who could inherit the property, not counting Susie's distant relative who was three generations away.

The property they left behind is temporarily managed by the village chief. Once the death is confirmed, Roy believes that part of it will be corrupted, part of it will be dedicated to the lord of Posada by the soldiers, and the last part will be left as a hired demon hunter. The reward for a man, a hundred crowns?

The money and valuables of both families were taken away by the village chief for safekeeping, but there were other things left in their house.

Roy sneaked into the blacksmith's house and conducted a thorough sweep. More than fifty crossbows, a new steel sword, torches, grease, and several strong hemp ropes were all hidden in the storage space.

At the butcher's house, dozens of pounds of reserved raw meat were taken away. In the storage space, everything was in a static state, and food, raw meat and the like would never spoil.

He also found a fist-sized bag of yellow medicinal powder from the closet as he wished. Fletcher usually used the powder to anesthetize animals. A fingernail-sized amount mixed with water can make a two-hundred-pound animal lose weight in a few minutes. Mobility.

This powder is also the core of his plan.

The storage space is packed to the brim.

In the end, Roy took away the short knife that had been used by the butcher for more than ten years and killed countless animals.

The whole knife has a long forearm and is in the shape of a boat. The blade is sharp and white, and the blade and back are dark brown. They are dyed like this by animal blood accumulated over many years. No matter how much I rinse it, there is still a lingering blood smell.

"Uncle Fletcher, Little Slug, and Uncle Blacksmith, if given the chance," Roy swore in his heart, "I will use this knife to avenge you and cut off that bastard's head!"

The battle with the wolves and the tomb witch had changed his mind. He realized more deeply that the place he was in was no longer the peaceful world he once was. If he wanted to gain peace by hiding and escaping, he could only get peace. the opposite result.

Without the stable source of experience as the butcher apprentice, Roy decided to find a faster way and take some risks.

……

The cemetery is located to the east of Kaye Village. The four dead villagers are enough to feed the Tomb Witch inside for a while. During this time, it is unlikely to leave the cemetery to hunt.

However, to be on the safe side, Roy set his next plan in the woods less than a mile away from the cemetery to the west of Kaye Village.

During the day, he went to the woods to check out the environment, found a suitable big tree, and made sufficient preparations.

At night, while the old Moores were sleeping soundly, they went out quietly, waiting for the patrolling night watchman to go around to the other end of the village, then secretly left the village and went to the big tree that they had inspected during the day.

Then he tied several pieces of raw meat prepared in advance and coated with anesthetic powder under the tree. The meat was deliberately made **** and smelly to better attract the target.

After doing all this, Roy quickly climbed up the tree, lit the torch tied to the branch, took out Gabriel, loaded the arrow, closed his eyes, took a nap, and waited quietly...

Roy kept taking deep breaths during the whole process, not only afraid of attracting something terrifying, but also worried that it would be a useless effort and no wild beast would take the bait.

But there is no turning back when the bow is drawn.

The bright moonlight shines through the gaps in the forest, and outlines a mottled brilliance on a young and determined face.

Roy pursed his lips, slowed down his breathing motionlessly, and waited in fear for about an hour. When a dog barked in the distance, he knew he had succeeded.

Five or six hungry wild dogs with red eyes emerged from the bushes, frantically snatching pieces of raw meat tied to the hemp ropes, drooling from the food, and the ground was covered with messy blood, and there were even some Two wild dogs bit each other over food. When all the meat was eaten, they were particularly dissatisfied and bared their teeth full of broken meat and blood at the people on the tree, barking wildly.

Roy's eyelids jumped at the sight. He suspected that these gray-haired beasts had rabies virus, but he was not afraid.

"You bitch, come up and bite me if you have the guts!" He sat on the tree, shouting provocatively at the wild dogs from a high position, while pulling the trigger and shooting at the target under the tree... He also painted the crossbow arrows. Potion, try to be foolproof.

Such shooting conditions were almost the same as the last four-man protection situation. Roy had an absolute geographical advantage. After an actual battle, his mentality became more mature, his hand holding the crossbow was more stable, his accuracy was better, and he sent away two arrogant wild dogs with three arrows.

When the remaining wild dogs realized something was wrong and wanted to escape, the anesthetic in their bodies began to take effect, and they fell limply to the ground within a few dozen seconds.

Roy did not rush down to harvest~IndoMTL.com~ He sat astride a tree and shot arrow after arrow slowly until three prompts for gaining experience appeared in the template, confirming that all the fainted wild dogs had been shot to death.

Level 1 (123/500)

"There are 50 experience points in total. Wild dogs and wolves both have 10 experience points. It is much faster than being a butcher's apprentice. You only need to do this eight times to level up." Roy looked at the wild dog full of arrows. The corpse was heavy in my heart.

Risks are directly proportional to returns, and his dangerous actions paid off in the end.

Continuing to rest in the tree for a while and confirming that there was no danger around him, Roy went down to retrieve the arrows and tools, dragged the wild dog's body to the hard mud next to it, piled it together, poured grease on it and set it on fire, then turned back to the village.

……

The operation went smoothly, and the whole process was almost without incident. Roy still had time to wipe his body with cold water to wash away the faint smell of blood.

For the next period of time, he would go out hunting almost every night, and he could harvest once in three nights at most.

All kinds of animals took the bait, including wild dogs, wolves, foxes, wild boars... Even once a huge grizzly bear came, picked up the meat on the hemp rope and rushed back into the woods. Roy did not dare to catch up.

None of these animals have more than 10 experience points. When the raw meat in the space is used up, he cuts meat from the prey. As a butcher's apprentice, he is quite skillful.

But it is a pity that although he would change the place every time he set the trap, and even visited the woods to the north and south of the village, the frequency of prey taking the bait would uncontrollably decrease after half a month.

It only hits once every five days. Apparently the animals in the woods are on guard.

The speed of gaining experience dropped again, until one night a month later, Roy finally accumulated enough experience after shooting the last wild dog.