The Divine Hunter Chapter 15: Beauty, wealth, treasures
, God-level Demon Hunter
Under the moonlight, the witcher noticed another dull and stiff ghost shadow appearing in the distance.
She is nearly 1.7 meters tall, hunched over, like an old woman with half a foot in the coffin.
The skin is still dark, exuding the fishy smell of earth and the stench of corpses. A pair of small, wing-like bone protrusions grow on the back, the hair is like a tangled waterweed, and the claws...a pair of claws are bigger than each other. The werewolf's were even more ferocious and terrifying, like a row of sharpened black iron awls.
When she saw the demon hunter, she immediately pounced on him quietly and quickly like the ghost she encountered before.
"A clone of the Tomb Witch?"
Roy took out Gabrielle when she was close and pulled the trigger.
"Whoosh——"
Under the cover of the night, the crossbow arrow passed ten meters silently and hit the target. The black shadow monster had no room to react. An arrow penetrated the center of its forehead covered with goosebumps, and its tail feathers trembled slightly.
According to the witcher's opinion, if it was a normal tomb witch, she would have screamed in pain, pulled out the arrow, and exposed the flaw, and then he would take the opportunity to get close and fight.
But the structure of the black shadow is completely different from that of a living creature. It knows no pain or fatigue, and no blood flows out of the wound. It just pauses slightly and then rushes towards the opposite side like a frog preying on mosquitoes. The crossbowman stuck out a ten-meter tongue.
Fast, accurate and ruthless!
A black lightning flashed through the air, and Roy didn't even have time to move. A sticky, greasy tongue hit his nostrils with a fishy stench, and hit the Lake Lady's Sword that he placed in front of him as a shield.
"Plop-" leaving behind a circle of white smoke and foul-smelling mucus.
The tongue is extremely slender, but the power contained in it cannot be underestimated. The brief contact made the demon hunter's mouth numb, and the weapon in his hand barely came out. At the same time, a burst of white smoke emitted from the place where the crossbow was hit.
The long tongue also carries strong corrosive venom.
Roy's steps were as nimble as a weasel, sliding close to the ground and sinking into the boulders on the roadside.
The last time I met the Tomb Witch was in the Caye Village of Lower Posada, where I watched the brothers Reso and Oaks besieging this thing.
At that time, the demon hunter was at a huge advantage. He set up an ambush and waited for work. He took off the witch's head in less than two minutes.
Now that he was fighting one on one, he realized how insidious this guy was. He couldn't say he was very powerful, but that elusive tongue was really tricky.
Needless to say, if it hits his body directly, although it cannot penetrate the armor of the flying lion monster, the corrosive poison will still make him suffer a small loss.
"There's no need to trade injuries for injuries with a puppet, there are more terrifying monsters behind."
Then the witcher shot two arrows at her.
The first arrow was shattered by the tongue.
The second arrow hit the witch's bloated belly. The demon hunter's figure flashed, the space trembled and rippled, and he flashed behind her in an instant.
"Shua——"
The dark sword blade passed through the air, and Arondette slashed the back of the witch's neck with his sword!
Stuck in the bones.
Blood splattered everywhere!
The furious and wailing Tomb Witch turned around and waved her arms and claws.
And the witcher nimbly ducked under her armpit and circled behind the Tomb Witch again! Dark Gold's pupils turned scarlet.
Shock——
The witch was frozen in place, as stiff as a puppet.
The dark red sword blade was raised high again, slashing from left to right——
The blood light drew an arc.
The ugly and ferocious head rose into the air and fell to the ground with a thud.
The **** mouth on the head is still opening and closing in a "kazkaz" manner, with a disgusting tongue hanging softly between the black teeth.
The headless corpse spun around twice before falling to the ground with a thud!
"Kill the Tomb Witch, experience +80..."
Roy breathed a sigh of relief and walked out from behind the bunker.
This tomb witch is already the fourth wave of monsters encountered. The second wave is two water ghosts, and the third wave is a ghoul.
After killing them, the experience pool is full before I know it, and the demon hunter is LV6
But Roy did not choose to upgrade immediately. The comprehensive recovery status that comes with the upgrade must be reserved for life-saving situations. As the monster's challenges become more and more difficult, he may encounter an opponent that he cannot handle.
try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){} glanced at the hourglass that kept passing by, there was still half an hour left...
"It sucks! Your performance is so bad! It took half the time to get here." Odim's sarcastic voice was everywhere, "Look at your slow reaction just now, hiding behind the rock and being cowardly You look like a mouse, I really can’t believe that you can pass the formal examination of the demon hunter. Did the instructor open a backdoor?"
Roy sneered indifferently and continued to chase the moon in the sky and run forward.
After turning a few corners, he passed by a hillside, with messy weeds covering the ground, and a magnetic and moving female voice came from it.
"Roy, come here...let me take a good look at you."
The witcher turned his head hesitantly and looked over, and a familiar face reflected in his dark golden pupils - long red hair hanging over his shoulders, blue eyes full of passion, moist and delicate lips. Like petals, people can't help but taste her fragrance. This is a woman who exudes mature charm.
"Coral?" Roy was lost for a moment.
The sorceress leaned softly on the grass, her pretty face full of surprise and waved to him. The plump curves under her light yellow lace skirt undulated thrillingly with her movements, like a ship under sail. .
Following her slender waist, her slender wheat-colored thighs overlapped each other, and her delicate toes with pink nails were as delicate as works of art, playfully curling up.
"Where have you been during this time?" The sorceress stared into the witcher's eyes and asked somewhat angrily, "Why don't you come to me? Do you know how much I miss you?"
"Speak! Are you tired of me so quickly? Why don't you try something else...remember the bathtub in the laboratory?" The sorceress's cheeks turned red.
The demon hunter's heart moved, and he immediately lowered his head, avoiding the opponent's gaze.
A warm memory surged out of my mind uncontrollably.
He could never forget his days in Vizima with Rita Nied, dating through a portal, talking about mutations and daily life, playing around, simple and happy.
Getting along with the sorceress day and night made the rookie demon hunter grow up rapidly. He was also confused and shaken, but after he was shaken, he was not the same as before. I will no longer indulge in the gentle countryside easily and feel at a loss for whom.
As Leisuo said, who hasn’t been wild and experienced several unforgettable loves when they were young? Only through experience can you become mature.
"Coral, don't we communicate through the telescope every day? I will find time to visit you!" The witcher waved goodbye to the sorceress, without taking away a trace of clouds, and turned his back gracefully, "But not Now, wait until I solve the problem in front of me!"
He quickly left from the side of the hillside.
But the confusing phantom has not ended yet, and there is a series of charming laughter like silver bells. The demon hunter noticed from the corner of his eye that many different graceful figures appeared one after another on the hillside, "colorful" and graceful. thousand.
Not only humans, but also slender and graceful tree spirits with green skin, night demons with horns, hooves, and cheeks decorated with seductive tattoos, pale and cold high-level vampires, and mermaids with melodious singing voices...
The number is dazzling, more impressive than reality.
But the will attribute was not in vain. The young demon hunter had a straight face and surprisingly fast steps!
"Hahaha, I knew you would do this, young man, are you surprised, are you moved, which one do you like the most?" Odim admired the way the witcher lowered his head and ran away, his tone cheerful.
"Mirror Master... have you ever turned a client into a lover?" The demon hunter calmed down his restless mood and returned the favor while hurried on, "How do you know so many races and understand their appearance and characteristics? If you are Such a powerful being also possesses human emotions?"
"I accept your compliment, Demon Hunter. But I have to remind you that the wind is still roaring, the rain is still pouring, and your life is in danger!" Odim said quietly, "Do you understand? You There isn’t much time left.”
……
Beyond the hillside is a spacious cave, not far to the left.
But different from ordinary caves that are dark at night, this cave constantly radiates golden light, which is more eye-catching than moonlight.
Roy instantly thought of the legendary cave where the dragon collected treasures.
"Go in, move everything away, and you will have endless wealth at your fingertips!" A faint, high-pitched voice echoed in his ears.
try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}As the financial manager of the Viper School, Roy usually worries about money.
Money is needed to build school equipment, food, clothing, housing and transportation, not to mention the more lofty ideals of reviving the Serpent School and purchasing the coveted vineyard.
There is no doubt that witchers need money, and a lot of it.
So he took a look into the cave, and thanks to his extraordinary vision, he clearly saw several large square wooden boxes placed against the wall not far from the entrance, with the lids completely closed. Open it, the pearls and jewels are rippling like water.
Most of them are money, small and cute crowns, orens, gold, and circulating currencies from more ancient times, which the witcher cannot identify.
There are also a huge number of jewelry: sapphires, rubies, obsidian, crystals, agates, diamonds, topaz... so many that it can drive any sorceress crazy.
"What a pity..."
The witcher swallowed, forced his eyes away, and left the cave entrance.
A "Hey" sound came from the air, and even Mirror Master was surprised by his determined attitude.
In fact, if the maze built by the Mirror Master was exactly the same as Roy remembered it, then he would still be sure to take away his belongings and escape intact.
But whether it is the bridge of memories, the illusion of beauty, or the cave full of wealth, they have all strayed from his memory.
Will the final method of solving the puzzle change?
This thought made Roy's heart tremble.
Prudent, only cautious can survive. Maybe the few seconds saved now can determine the final victory or defeat, life or death. Roy does not dare to be greedy.
What's more, the loot package is sealed, so it can't contain much even if you want to.
He has twenty minutes left.
……
The witcher noticed a treasure standing on the roadside in the distance. The dark sword blade was inserted diagonally into a pile of dry soil on the steps. When the cold moon shone, the straight blade reflected the hazy light. of moonlight.
The eight-shaped sword grid, the straight and lean hilt, and the structure are similar to the Snake Sect Silver Sword.
According to the teachings of the forging master Berengar, there is no doubt that this is a rare sword. As long as it takes a minute to run over and pull it out, you can take it for yourself. Unfortunately...
Roy glanced at it one last time, gritted his teeth, and held the hilt of the sword behind him to console himself, "We already have Gurwishir and Arondette, that's enough, we can't waste time here!"
He quickened his pace and left the sword behind.
"Oh wow!" Clear applause rang out, "Man, are you related to the saint Rebbe? Full boxes of gold and peerless magic weapons can't stop you for a second~IndoMTL.com ~Are you completely unmoved?"
"I used to think that your chance of winning was only 10%. Now, this probability has become 20%."
The demon hunter turned a deaf ear to Gunter O'Dimm's words, climbed over several half-man-high stone stairs, and passed a dead banyan tree with a huge umbrella that was taller than a three-story building. At the end, a quiet villa appeared in front of us.
It stands on the desolate land, silent, with only the closed windows revealing an unclean red light, like the pupils of hunting wolves in the dark night.
The witcher ran toward the door along the spiraling stone staircase on the left. He saw the exquisite and complicated carvings on the walls of the villa, as well as a huge stone sculpture standing in the yard outside the villa.
The stone sculpture is a female figure with a solemn face holding a basin for baptism of newborns. She should be a pastor of a certain church.
Looking past this statue, the bright full moon is right above the villa.
I don’t know if it was his imagination, but the edges of the moon were coated with an evil red light, which made people panic.
With fifteen minutes left until everything was over, Roy walked to the end of the stone staircase, his eyes moved towards the door of the villa, and suddenly he froze.
A black figure knelt on one knee at the door. He was of medium build, with a facial profile similar to Roy's, with streamlined lean muscles, a silver sword and a steel sword also wrapped on the sword belt behind his back, and a pair of hand crossbows.
He was startled by the sudden intruder. The viper pendant around his neck swayed slightly, and then he skillfully outlined the five fingers to form the Kunen Seal, letting the yellow light flow endlessly on the dark skin.
Two demon hunters, one black and one white, sparkled when two pairs of dark gold pupils collided.