The Divine Hunter Chapter 2: Blood Road
The sky was gloomy, with dense clouds, and there was a hint of water in the air, but the rain did not fall in the end, and the traces left on the ground were preserved.
The four witchers followed these traces on horseback for a day and a night, and arrived in a tall and dense forest before the evening of the next day.
There was a familiar smell of blood floating in the air. The witcher placed his horses and stepped on the thick and soft humus to dig into the trees.
The fluffy umbrella-shaped branches and leaves at the top of the trees blocked most of the light and blocked the field of vision. The witchers could only see straight tree trunks and clusters of low shrubs in the distance, but these were also natural to them. cover.
They hunched their backs like cats, tiptoed, and moved ghostly and quickly from one shelter to another. About five minutes later, an elk ran into their field of vision from the bushes, and a carcass lay on the path of its running.
The man was lying on his back next to a cedar tree. Judging from his face, he was about thirty years old. His rough and dirty linen clothes were stained red with a lot of blood.
The muscles on the man's arms exposed outside his clothes are bulging like hills. The chest hair in the unbuttoned shirt on his chest is black and thick, and he is so strong that he looks like a human-shaped bear.
But such a man was completely powerless to resist. He didn't even have time to pull out the weapon hanging on his waist before he was subdued with one move.
Roy examined the body and found that the fatal injury was a **** in the neck.
The wound was as precise and concise as a scalpel, as small as blood-colored cotton thread, neither deep nor shallow, just enough to open the trachea and carotid artery.
The witcher touched the wound and could almost imagine the scene at that time: the man was taking a rest in front of the cedar tree, and the sneak attacker suddenly came up from behind quietly, covering the man's mouth with one hand, and at the same time the cold sword blade It touched his neck for a fleeting moment, and then receded elegantly and calmly.
"He's a good hand..." Lei Suo's fingers were stained with some blood that was still warm, and he summed up succinctly, "He didn't waste any effort... He controlled his body like a monster."
"This is normal..." Oakes lowered his voice and said, "Those people have always been focused on studying swordsmanship."
As he listened, Roy had a strong feeling that if he wanted to experience this time, his trip would be in vain.
In addition to the wound between the neck of the deceased, his two ears were also cut off, turning into two **** holes.
And demon hunters usually only do this kind of immoral behavior towards monsters like water ghosts.
"They are all really a bunch of lunatics."
"He wanted to give the 'trophy' to the child as evidence of revenge."
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The demon hunter continued to go deeper, and soon found the second deceased surrounded by three big trees. His throat was sealed with the same sword, and his ears were cut off.
There was a dead roe deer lying next to him. From this, it was inferred that he should have encountered a "ghost" while hunting in the woods.
"That guy was very patient. He kept hanging behind the robbers and waited until they entered the woods and dispersed before launching an attack." Roy said with a sarcastic expression, "These idiots have never even heard of Lin Moru? How can they still survive? How many next?"
He was quickly getting closer to the answer.
The witcher came to an open space in the middle of the woods. There were five or six tents set up here. In the center was a huge bonfire. The wood was burned into black charcoal, but the fire was extinguished. The iron pot on the shelf was burned. The man was knocked to the ground next to him.
Near the iron pot, a circle of corpses lay neatly.
Their deaths were much more tragic than the previous two. The clothes on their chests were cut to pieces by the sword at high speed, revealing a large **** wound.
Six corpses, each of them hit by at least ten swords.
However, there were very few traces of the fighting at the scene, which proves that the duration of the fighting was very short.
"This is unreasonable..." Oakes was surprised. For a moment, he couldn't imagine how the assailant could take so many consecutive shots in a short period of time.
"I can probably guess it."
Roy quietly pulled out the sword blade from his back and made a few moves along the suspected murderer's footprints near the bonfire.
The demon hunter's hands and wrists shook rapidly, and the sword blade spiraled downwards from the top of his head, like the hands of a clock, going round and round.
The sword edge kept sweeping through the air, making waves of hissing low sounds. At the same time, his footsteps moved forward slowly, and his body also moved
Rotate.
Like a moving whirlwind.
Unfortunately, because his swordsmanship was not solid enough, his movements seemed clumsy and awkward.
But it was enough. With his demonstration, Brother Oaks looked astonished, "Kid, how did you come up with this idea?"
"To be honest, I can't remember which book I saw it in," Roy explained half-truthfully. "I can only imitate it badly. It's far from the real cat-style swordsmanship. It's completely Unable to express its essence."
"Cat style swordsmanship? I must communicate with that guy if I have the chance..." Oakes raised his eyebrows, becoming more and more interested.
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These corpses were dead for less than two hours, and the "souvenirs" have not yet been cut off. It is probably because the murderer did not have time and he was busy hunting down the escapees.
The witcher searched the tent again. The luggage and belongings were still in the tent, but it was empty. A row of messy footprints in front of the tent pointed to the green trees——
On the gray humus covered with dead branches and leaves, intermittent drops of blood appeared, and a stream of bright red blood molecules stretched in the air.
They went further into the jungle.
Then four dead people with different forms of death were found in a lush bush. The demon hunter noticed that one of the dead people had his hamstrings broken and could only crawl on the ground.
As he crawled, he left a shocking line of blood under his body. Before taking his last breath, he stretched his hands forward desperately, with panic and unwillingness solidified on his face.
The wounds on his body were scattered, almost all unnecessary. The fatal injury was a penetrating wound from his back to his chest. There is no doubt that the assailant stepped on his back and nailed him to the ground from top to bottom with a long sword.
At this point, the demon hunters of the Cat Faction seem to have been completely stimulated to bring out the ferocious nature in their bodies, and are no longer satisfied with simple killing.
He began to torture his opponents.
"What did I say? The Cat Faction is just a bunch of lunatics!" Seret crossed his arms over his chest with a cold face, appearing to be extremely disgusted with this method of torturing his opponents.
"But what he did was right!" Roy said solemnly, "Such executioners and beasts do not deserve sympathy, they should die in pain!"
"You are wrong, Roy. I don't pity him. But don't torture the person who is destined to die. Extra emotions in the battle will reduce the efficiency of the attack, and even be overturned by the opponent."
The argument between the two went nowhere.
The bushes suddenly shook violently, and there was a gasping sound like a broken bellows, followed by the sound of staggering footsteps.
A man covered in blood suddenly burst into the sight of the demon hunters.
He stared wide-eyed, looking at the four demon hunters like drowning people clinging to life-saving straws, and a touch of surprise bloomed on their desperate faces. ~IndoMTL.com~Help...Help me! ”
The man's voice was trembling, and he stretched out his hand towards the opposite side with difficulty. He gritted his teeth and dragged his seriously injured body forward a little faster, and the demon hunter also ran towards him.
But someone moved faster - a ghost suddenly jumped out of the bushes. Like a predatory cat, the ghost stretched its neck and stretched its limbs very long.
Then with a sudden leap, he landed behind the man and spun around him in an electric circle, while a series of dazzling sharp white lights flashed through the air.
The next second, the man covered in blood was torn apart.
Due to inertia, his body parts fell in different places, and finally a solitary head rolled to the feet of the four demon hunters.
The man's lips moved, as if he thought he was saved, and kept an ugly smile on his face.
The demon hunter raised his head, and not far from the opposite side, a strong man was slowly wiping the blood on his sword, showing them a mouth of fine white teeth.