The Divine Hunter Chapter 18: The Corpse Eater

"Spare my life, my lord!"

The old man whined and fell forward, crawling on the ground like a dog, trembling.

The witcher put his sword on the back of his neck and kicked away the thatch beside him. Then the gray-white pickled thigh rolled out, and the witcher's eyes became as sharp as knives.

Is there a "beast" hiding in the swamp?

The old man in front of him had white beard and hair, was skinny as a stick, and looked frail. Although his face was wrinkled, he still had a kind face.

Just looking at his appearance, it is difficult to connect him with inhumane behavior.

Although Roy has long understood the situation of cannibalism in this world, there is also such a perverted group. But it was the first time I encountered such a scene with my own eyes.

He was very surprised. The war in the north has not yet begun, and the situation in the northern countries is far from reaching the point where the people are in dire straits. Why is this old man like this?

"Collude with the fallen half-murlocs and eat the corpses. What you did is enough to kill you ten times!"

The young demon hunter was about to kill him with his sword, but was stopped by Lei Suo.

Seeing the opportunity, the old man hurriedly kowtowed to the two of them and begged for mercy, with tears streaming down his orange-peel face. At the same time, a stream of liquid seeped out of his ragged linen pants, but he was so frightened that he wet his crotch.

"Let the old man go, two adults! I have never killed anyone!"

"That's weird, where did this thing come from?"

The bald man kicked the thigh on the ground, clamped his neck, and looked directly into his eyes with amber eyes.

"The thigh...was taken from the deceased. There is no blood on old Panta's hands!"

"Where did the dead people come from?" Lei Suo asked aggressively,

"The villagers who were killed by the fallen half-murloc at the lakeside." The old man replied stammering.

"So..." Roy suppressed the anger in his heart and asked calmly, "You revealed our whereabouts to the fallen, and in return, they gave you 'food'?"

Old Panta acquiesced to the witcher's statement, and then slowly removed his neck from the big man's hand, leaning against the wall and curling up into a ball.

"I don't understand. There is obviously plenty of food in Kouna Village and you have many choices. Why did you choose corpses?"

Roy asked in a heart-stopping calm tone.

During the observation, the old man showed no signs of depravity. He was a perfectly normal human being.

Hearing the old man’s skinny arm pointing to his leg on the ground, there was a hint of confusion in his tone and expectation in his eyes,

"You two adults want to know the answer? Give it a try, just one bite. I guarantee you will fall in love with it. The taste and unique aroma are much better than any birds and animals. It is so wonderful that it is incredible."

He licked his lips and looked slightly intoxicated. "After I tasted it for the first time, I couldn't taste any other meat anymore. It was like chewing wood. I couldn't help but vomit it all out."

"At that time, I suddenly understood that I could only live by it in this life."

"Actually, pickling is not the most perfect way to eat it. You have to use just..."

The old man suddenly fell silent and changed his words, "The stewed taste is more intense."

Roy felt a chill in his heart. What is this, a kind of pica or a mental illness?

"When did you develop this unique taste?"

The old Panta just said in a daze, "I'm too old. I can't remember the exact year, but it was a while ago."

"Have you met other 'kinds' in the swamp?"

"No...no one wants to share it with me."

The witcher nodded.

"You keep the meat for yourself and enjoy it. Now tell us how you can contact the fallen?"

"I said, can you two let old Panta go?"

"You really haven't killed anyone?" Lei Suo asked.

"I swear to Prophet Lebioda that I have never harmed any human being," the old man spat excitedly, "and I have a good relationship with the villagers. You two can go and verify it."

"Besides, my body will make me sick even if I blow a cool breeze, so who can I kill?"

The witcher Leisuo looked at his face and said, "If what you say is true, then I will spare your life!"

……

Soon after, the amnestied old man led two demon hunters to the south bank of Lake Vizima, under a huge willow tree, rubbing the uneven bark and breathing heavily,

"Every time I bury a dead fish in the soft mud in front of this willow tree, a half-murloc priest will come here waiting for me in the early morning of that day."

"After the meeting, I usually report to it the current situation of the nearby villages and various new news, and then it will give me an unlimited amount of meat depending on the situation."

"Can the fallen half-murloc understand this?"

"I don't understand either, maybe they will be passed on to the master behind it."

The witcher checked the nearby environment, tortured him with the Yakshi Seal, and confirmed the old man's statement.

"I still have a question," Roy examined the old man's face curiously, "Most of the villagers in Kona Village are plagued by nightmares and depressed, but you don't seem to have this problem at all. This is strange, obviously you Why are we less affected when we have more contact with corrupted half-murlocs?"

"I don't know..." The old man shook his head in slight panic. He felt that there was something in the demon hunter's words, "Actually, I also have nightmares, but not as frequently as everyone else."

"Perhaps I can answer your question," the bald man interjected. "The dream spun by the evil **** can make normal people insane and become bloodthirsty and fanatical. But if there is no human nature in the first place, , the influence of dreams is not that significant."

"What...what do you mean?" Old Panta backed away with a face full of horror, his back pressed against the big willow tree,

"Do you know how serious the consequences of your actions will be?"

The old man swallowed his saliva and argued in a panic, "Even if I don't convey the message to the fallen, they will kill no one less. The lonely old Panta just wants to survive... to survive. , as a last resort."

Should I let him go?

The young demon hunter thought carefully, and the dark gold pupils turned into prismatic shapes,

"Old Panta, don't you think you have lived long enough? In this world, more than sixty years old is already considered a long life, so be content."

"You promised me..."

"That's right...Leso promised you...so he won't do anything..."

Old Panta opened his mouth - the young man's face froze, and then a white light flashed across his eyes like a meteor.

There was a shaking like the earth was falling apart, and when I opened my eyes again, I felt uncontrollably dizzy. In my sight, a dry, headless body stood abruptly on the spot, with blood pouring down from its neck like a fountain.

"Body...my body...where does my head go?"

The thought went out, and the eyelids of Old Panta's head rolled to the ground completely closed.

"Kill Panta, experience +20"

"As a human being, we still have to have some bottom lines..."

Roy pulled a rag from the corpse ~IndoMTL.com~ and carefully wiped the blood off the Arondette sword,

"Little brat, when did you become so hard-hearted?" The big man picked up the dead head with wide eyes, "You never had the heart to attack an old man before."

"Although he is a human being in terms of physical structure, mentally he is an out-and-out monster. And eradicating monsters is not the job of a demon hunter?"

Roy exhaled and reinserted Arondette into the scabbard behind his back.

"After cleaning up the corpse, find a dead fish and put it in. Let's come back and 'chat' with the fallen half-murloc early tomorrow morning."

After taking care of the affairs at the lake, the two returned to the old man's thatched house on the edge of the field, and then dug out more than a dozen human corpses from the nearby fields.

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