The Divine Hunter Chapter 12: The Acting Demon Hunter
When he arrived at the door of the wine cellar and went down the stairs, Leisuo lit several torches, exposing the dwarf's entire body to the firelight.
"Roy, stay here with Mr. Sewell, I'll go in and kill that thing!"
Lesuo looked at the dwarf with bright eyes and solemnly warned,
"Keep quiet and try not to be afraid, otherwise Him will extract your fear and become stronger, which will cost me more."
Sewell was as motionless as a frightened hedgehog after receiving the order, almost holding his breath.
"Roy, you must enlighten him!"
The latter nodded, also looking like he was facing a formidable enemy.
"Sevier Hogg is really a weirdo. I'm afraid that he can get to where he is now, just as he said. Most of the credit goes to the brother who turned the barrel into a corpse."
Until the hill-like back of the bald demon hunter disappeared behind a pile of wine barrels deep in the wine cellar, the two stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and the atmosphere was quiet and scary.
"Mr. Sewell, play a game with me..."
Roy grinned widely, showing an honest and honest smile,
"Let's do some activities that are good for the body and mind, and have a hearty Gwent showdown!"
The dwarf wine merchant is not short of money, but he is.
Sewell's index finger stood on the edge of his thick lips surrounded by a dark brown beard, and he turned his face and glanced at Leisuo, seemingly uninterested in the proposal.
"The more worried you are, the easier it is to lure Shim here. And under this situation, can you come up with an activity that can kill time better than Gwent?"
As soon as he heard the word Him, the dwarf subconsciously moved closer to the wall and his pupils shrank. However, he discovered that the little brother opposite with a harmless smile had inexplicably two extra pairs of Kun on his hands. Special brand.
"Sorry, I don't play Gwent." The dwarf shook his head and declined Roy.
Roy did not give up after hearing this, but continued to persuade with a smile, "The gameplay is very simple. I guarantee that you will learn it once you learn it, and you will find that there is something more wonderful than drinking."
His attention was obviously attracted by these words. He stopped craning his neck and glanced at Lei Suo's position, "I was a gambler at a young age before you did it. But you said it wrong. Except Ore and wine are the favorites of the Mahakam dwarves, and Gwent is occasionally used to pass the time."
"Listen to my advice. Help Master Leisuo's work well, save some money to start a small business, and then marry a wife to continue the family line. I always think about Gwent. Otherwise, one day, you will You will lose and even lose your underwear."
"Forget it if you don't want to fight." Roy shrugged, not forcing it, and muttered in a low voice, "Unfortunately, I originally wanted to see the Scoia'tael deck."
"What?!" Sewell suddenly roared, standing up like an angry little lion, his thick black eyebrows almost standing up, "Where did you hear about the Scoia'tael? ”
His tone was curious and urgent, which actually suppressed the fear of Him that was lingering in his heart.
"Isn't the Scoia'tael a coalition of inhuman races that resists humanity?" Roy covered his mouth after saying that. Before the First Northern War, the Scoia'tael were still operating underground and had not officially appeared. He accidentally let it slip.
Sevier's facial features shrank into a ball, and he looked extremely weird. "A few years ago, an organization called the Scoia'tael used extremely racist slogans to lure away many dwarves in Mahakam. It was led by Elder Brovar Hogg. The neutral Mahakam dwarves are incompatible with them. But this secret is only spread within the ancient race."
"I know it's not strange, but where did you learn about it?"
"Bang!" Suddenly, a short and rapid impact interrupted the confrontation between the two. This sound seemed to have indescribable magic power, reminding the dwarf of the moment when the battering ram hit the city gate. The floor of the wine cellar seemed to tremble slightly.
The two of them could not help but feel furious.
"This is... the Seal of Alder! Shim is going to suffer!"
Roy yelled, saw the opportunity, left Sewell behind, ran to the front row of wine barrels, and stuck his head into the depths.
Sewell was also interrupted by this accident. He stopped asking about the Scoia'tael and looked over nervously.
"Disgusting devil, in front of me, your tricks have no effect!"
A sonorous and powerful roar came from the depths of the wine cellar. At the same time, the bald Lei Suo's body jumped out of the cover of the pile of wine barrels like a big cat. He turned around and glanced at the two of them, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
Ferocious!
Leso's smooth face was actually covered with twisted black blood vessels.
"Ah!" Sevier screamed strangely, his rough face wrinkled with worry and panic, "Is Sir Leisuo's face injured? Is he cursed by Shim?"
Roy lowered his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't worry, Mr. Sewell. The abnormality on your face is just a side effect of the demon hunter drinking the potion. This devil is no match for Leisuo!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of dazzling sparks suddenly shot out from behind the group of wine barrels that covered the figures of the witcher and the devil. The sparks were as beautiful as meteors and fireworks, but the extremely high temperature scorched the nearby air. Distorted, the torches deep in the cellar became less clear.
"Seal of Agni, Lei Suo will do his best!" Roy gave the dwarf a reassuring look. The latter stared in that direction expectantly, and then thought of something, a thick look on the bearded face. The strong bitterness is like the voice of a harried woman in deep boudoir.
"Lord Leitho...be careful with my wine...it is fifty-year-old dwarf spirit!"
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." Leisuo's figure jumped into their sight again, but it was just a reflection on the wall under the lighting.
The dark reflection of the witcher is flying around like a falcon and pounces towards the depths of darkness~IndoMTL.com~The two long daggers in his hands waved countless afterimages, like vipers. The fangs are agile and deadly!
What followed was a series of screams as sharp and fierce as rasps. Each scream was like a drum beating on the top of Sevier's heart, making his face tremble!
But soon the strange cry changed its tone, becoming sad and painful, making the dwarf subconsciously think of an injured wild dog with its tail between its legs!
"The victory or defeat is decided!" Roy made his final judgment with a firm tone. Almost at the same time, a strange reflection fell on the wall.
It was a guy with slender limbs like a dead branch. Its figure was so tall that it almost reached the ceiling of the cellar. It had the most basic human shape, but even its head was a triangular pyramid, with countless twisted and circling branches standing on it. antlers.
At this time Roy also showed a surprised expression for the first time, looking in that direction, thoughts racing in his mind.
Ignis Fatus in the depths of the mist, the voodoo doll of the swamp witch, the forest spirits and deer-headed monsters in the primitive woods are not enough to describe its weirdness. It is ethereal, and the body is still there at this time. It is constantly changing, twisting, and shaking, which is reminiscent of the branches and leaves swaying in the wind.
Just a few seconds seemed as long as a century. Its strange shadow let out a long scream in the direction of the demon hunter behind the barrel, and then its body gave out a last tremor and collapsed to the ground like an ice sculpture melting. !
"Huh..." Sewell breathed a long sigh of relief after witnessing this scene, and his slightly hunched back quietly straightened up, as if a huge burden had been lifted, and he exuded a strange look.
"It's over!" He innocently showed a reassuring smile.
Sure enough, within a moment, the demon hunter Leisuo walked slowly out of the shadow deep in the wine cellar with steps of "ta, ta, ta".