The Divine Hunter Chapter 21: Doubtful points

The cocoon was successfully pulled out of the cave. When Old Huck saw the terrifying face, he suddenly felt dizzy, took a step back, and sat down on the ground with weak limbs.

"He...he is Bashir?" The old man turned his eyes and looked at Roy, his lips, eyes, and nose were trembling. Tears silently flowed out of his eyes and quickly slid down his cheeks.

The young man couldn't bear it, his eyebrows furrowed and he nodded.

"My child, what's wrong with you!?" Old Huck almost crawled up to him, staring at the cocoon lying on the ground, and wanted to touch his bulging cheeks with his trembling palms...

"I think you'd better not touch those places..." Roy pursed his lips and reminded, "If the eggs are stimulated, he will be in pain... You can try calling his name, if he can wake up Come here and give me a few last words..."

"What last words?! Don't talk nonsense, Bashir will come home alive! I want to rescue him and find the best doctor in Elland to treat him!" Old Huck was pulling at the cobweb like crazy, while Pull, while shouting heartbreakingly, "Bashir, can you hear me? Open your eyes and look, it's old Huck, daddy is here to save you!"

The spider's web was so tough that the old man pulled it to no avail. Roy pulled out his steel sword and wanted to help him.

But maybe the call from his relatives had an effect. Bashir suddenly made a vague "Uh, Uh" sound. His swollen eyelids squirmed twice, and then he opened them with difficulty.

He saw his father's gray hair and his wrinkled, thin old face.

In an instant, huge tears filled his swollen eyes and flowed down his deformed cheeks.

"Ha, gram... Ha, gram..." He moved his lips excitedly and let out a weak cry. Because of the pain, his facial muscles began to twitch.

"Here, my child, Huck is here! How do you feel?" The old man looked ecstatic and put his ear to his mouth, trying to hear his words clearly, "Where does it hurt? Don't worry, good boy. Dad will find someone to cure you."

"It hurts...I..."

With tears streaming down his old cheeks, Huck suddenly turned around and asked the young man, "Master Roy, help me, let's transport him back to the city together!"

"Then let me carry him, it's faster." Roy glanced at Bashir, squatted down, and shook his head sadly, "Hel him on my back."

The young man didn't think anyone could heal this kind of injury, not even a warlock.

I am afraid that only by making a wish to the powerful air elf Dijing can he save his life.

"I..." At this time, Bashir suddenly spoke, "I..."

"What's wrong son?"

"Emily...ya"

"Emily..."

"Who is Emily? Do you want to see her? I will bring her to you when I return to the city. I swear, I promise you!"

"White...Rose..."

"White Rose!"

The black-haired and dark-eyed demon hunter was surprised as to why the other party would mention White Rose at this moment.

The Knights of the White Rose, could it be related to what happened to him?

"Don't worry, kid. Take a few breaths and then explain again when you get back. Speak slowly when you're healthy again."

"Kill...me..."

Old Huck trembled when he heard this, and stood on the ground helpless, forcing an ugly smile on his face.

"Please bear with me and go home immediately."

"The pain...kills...me!"

"It hurts, kill me!"

Old Huck suddenly took a deep breath, closed his eyes tightly, covered his face, his shoulders shook, and he sobbed silently.

"He was parasitized by a shape-shifting spider, and there were many spiderlings hidden in his body...and he was very weak." Roy sighed and reluctantly told a cruel fact, "Live for one more second is torture. Maybe we should give him relief."

"No! Master, you are a demon hunter, you must have a way to save him, right?"

Old Huck suddenly came to the young man and hugged his legs, "Please, I will give you five times or ten times the reward! I will give you all the money, as long as you save Ba Scheer."

"I just want him to live!"

"Sorry, there's nothing I can do..." Roy said with difficulty. But looking at the father and son who were about to part ways, an impulse suddenly surged in my heart.

Help them!

What would Reso do?

The young man frowned, thinking... It is better to do something than to stand by and watch!

"I have a 'bad idea', which can probably kill the spiderlings in his body..." The young man used the edge of the steel sword to cut the spider webs on Basheer's body, "but there is also a very high probability of accelerating his death. If the worst happens, can you accept it?"

The young man opened the cut cobweb, glanced between Basheer's uneven chest and abdomen, shook his head and sighed.

There were also several terrifying bulges on the skin on his chest, under his ribs, and on his abdomen. It was obvious that there were already hatching eggs in his chest and abdomen.

Those horrible little things were eating his insides.

In addition to the bulge, there was a flat cut on the opponent's right abdomen half the length of an index finger. It did not look like a scratch from the claws of a deformed spider. According to the experience he learned from the demon hunter, it should be a stab wound with a sharp weapon.

Ironically, the slime from the metamorphosing spider's web sealed the wound and stopped his bleeding.

So someone else hurt Bashir before the Metamorphosis Spider?

Roy remembered a few words that the young man had a hard time understanding, "White Rose? Emily?" What is the relationship between them?

While the young man was thinking, Old Huck was asked by the previous question - should he take his son back to the city to find a good doctor, or should he try the method that the demon hunter said would almost lead to death?

He couldn't make a choice.

"Kill...me!" The tortured young man begged hoarsely, beads of sweat leaking out of his swollen cheeks due to the extreme pain.

"Kill...me!"

"Please...you...uh——"

"Do it, don't let him suffer anymore!" Old Huck shouted like a collapse, "No matter what the result is... I accept it!"

The young man nodded and grabbed his hand in the air, and there was an emerald green long-necked bottle, which was the magic potion "Swallow" placed in the space.

"It's a little trick, don't worry about it. As for this bottle of potion, it is a potion used by witchers to heal wounds. Only a mutated body can withstand it. The toxicity contained in this potion is too severe for ordinary people to drink. It will cause some irreparable sequelae in the end, but it is also fatal to monsters." The potion was brought up in front of him, and Roy observed its pure background in the sun, the rippling emerald green juice in it, full of hope and death.

"Once Bashir drinks this bottle of magic potion, the poison in the potion will be enough to poison all the spiderlings that are parasitic in his body and draw nutrients from his flesh and blood."

"What about Bashir?"

"The potion is both toxic and healing, but his injuries are too serious now and he may die at any time. The hope of surviving is extremely slim..." The young man's voice stopped abruptly.

There was a "pop" sound in the air. He opened the cork, put it to his nose and smelled it. "In addition, after taking the magic potion, the young spiders will struggle more fiercely in a short period of time. Bashir The pain will intensify."

"Do you want to continue?" Roy looked solemn and glanced at the father and son one by one.

The turbid eyes of the young man in the spider web stared at him, full of pleading and longing... The mouth grew silently, revealing the ulcerated mouth and tongue.

"Give...me."

When Old Huck saw this, his face was slumped and desperate, and he nodded heavily.

"GuluGulu..."

With his throat crawling, Bashir greedily drank the entire bottle of "Swallow". For a moment, the entire abandoned field was almost silent, and only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.

Two pairs of eyes were locked on the poor man.

Old Huck sat on the ground, holding his son's right hand against his chest, looking lovingly at his unrecognizable face, and whispered, "Son, after you recover this time, let's find another place to fish... There is a good place outside the Temple of the Goddess Meliteli. The girls from the temple often go there to wash their clothes. They are all beautiful girls."

"When the time comes, take a look and see which one you like. Dad will tell you which one you like."

"You have grown up and you have never even held a girl's hand. The last time you saw the old tailor's daughter, you were still blushing... It's not good to be so shy. You must have children and let old Huck have grandchildren. ..."

Bashir was lying on the ground with a blue complexion and distorted facial features. His body sometimes arched and sometimes relaxed, his limbs trembled spasmodically, and his joints and fingertips were trembling.

The spiderlings under the skin are like ants on a hot pot, burrowing crazily from one part to another...

A long time passed, half an hour, or an hour.

Bashir's bulging chest, which was arched back from the ground, shrank, and all the pain on his face disappeared. Even the bulge caused by the spiderlings subsided. Except for his bruised skin color, he changed back to his normal appearance. He looks like a simple young man.

Bashir took a long breath, showed a weak smile, and stared at the baker next to him.

"Ha...gram..."

"Huck..."

"I'm here, I'm listening, kid." Old Huck held his son's hand tightly, with protruding blood vessels on the back of his hand.

"I alas..."

"What child are you talking about?"

The young man's eyes suddenly brightened astonishingly, and the baker's thin body was reflected in his pupils, becoming extremely tall.

"I love you——"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...I love you too!" Old Huck burst into tears, hugging the body whose eyes were always closed, and cried loudly.

Next to him, Roy watched this scene quietly, his lips squirming and tightening, and finally he allowed the old man to sob alone.

Until the sunset is about to set...

Huck stood up, his figure shaky, and the sunset on the horizon reflected his gray and withered face. He seemed to have aged by more than ten years.

He wiped the tears from his face with his muddy sleeves.

"Roy...thank you for your hard work, help me find Bashir...kill that beast." There seemed to be a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat, his voice was hoarse, and he spoke intermittently, "Tomorrow morning... In the bakery... you will be paid."

"Sorry, I couldn't save him, but..."

"No, it's not your fault, you warned me. This is fate! It's the will of the goddess Meriteri!"

Roy rubbed his slightly sour cheeks and managed to say a word of comfort, "Then...please express your condolences. As you said, his soul has entered the realm of the goddess Meriteri."

"Yes."

"Shall I help you back to the city?" The young man glanced at the corpse on the ground, "You are not lightly injured..."

"I want to carry him home personally... accompany him on the last journey."

After speaking, Old Huck knelt down and squatted down, carrying the body behind his back. His whole body was hunched deeply, as if he would be crushed at any time, and the bandage on his chest was bright red again.

But he gritted his teeth, buried his head, and set off for Elland City without saying a word.

The young man looked at his back and hesitated, whether he should tell the other party the unexpected discovery he had made before - Bashir had a man-made wound on his abdomen.

"Forget it, old Huck has just lost his son and is in great grief. Let's wait until he has settled down before talking about this."

Roy followed the old man and escorted them all the way to the city gate until a group of guards swarmed up.

In order to avoid being troubled by Thales, he turned around and rushed into the wilderness.

Like a wild horse running wild, running wildly into secluded, deserted grasslands and bushes, with a frighteningly cold face.

The parting scene keeps coming to mind——

There is an emotion brewing in his heart, and he needs to vent it!

……

He kept running until he was sweating profusely, finally dispelling the strange feeling in his heart, and Roy came to the edge of the dense woods.

Sitting quietly on the grass for a while.

The battle with the shape-shifting spider came to mind again.

Observation skills come into play again.

Being aware of the attributes and skills of the shape-shifting spider in advance allows him to make targeted arrangements and avoid various abilities.

He also realized more and more the power of strengthened weapons.

If it were an ordinary hand crossbow, it would only have time to shoot one arrow in the whole battle, and then it would be endlessly chased by the shape-shifting spider. There would be no time to draw the bow and place the arrow, and no chance to pull the trigger a second time.

But with the simplified enchantment ability, he does not need to draw the bow and place the arrow himself. The hand crossbow will automatically complete this fatal process at an astonishing speed.

He has a second or even third chance to shoot~IndoMTL.com~Sometimes it is the difference between survival and death.

The biggest contributor to this battle was the Ancient Wisir Sword. The extremely sharp blade penetrated the body of the deformed spider several times, severely injuring it. Finally, it ignited the blood from the deformed spider's body, causing a fatal blow.

This shape-shifting spider was much weaker than what he had known before, so he had a chance to defeat it with the advantage of his weapons.

Of course, if Roy had some skills with a sword, the whole battle would be more crisp and clean, instead of being so embarrassing.

By the way, he has already killed ten kinds of magical creatures. He only needs to pass the Green Grass Trial and his career will be upgraded from apprentice to junior demon hunter. Everything is ready.

Nowadays, the only way to train combat skills is crossbow shooting.

The young man took advantage of the darkness and came to the edge of the woods, found a few tall tung trees as targets, and began to train in a rigorous manner, including standing and kneeling shooting crossbows, as well as the breathing tips for firing.

The enhanced hand crossbow is completely different from the ordinary crossbow, and the firing interval is shortened by 90%.

It is no longer possible to inhale and exhale as before, and wait until the moment when breathing becomes heavier to fire. He must go through a lot of practice and optimize his breathing method on the basis of the original...

Under the moonlight, a figure moved around the forest at high speed. The black hair was blown by the night wind and hit the cheeks messily, and crystal beads of sweat dripped from the chin.

With the sound of "whoosh, whoosh," piercing the air, wherever the figure passed, arrows like a storm of wind passed over the rough bark of the tree and were nailed deeply into the trunk.

Time flew by during training, and the nine o'clock curfew in Elland passed quietly. Roy simply went to the river to clean himself.

I climbed up to the branch of a towering tree and spent the whole night sitting in meditation.