The Divine Hunter Chapter 26: Brand

Late at night, Vizima Street was extremely empty, no one could be seen, not even the patrolling guards were missing.

A harsh grinding noise suddenly came from the street corner. A rickety figure dragged a stretcher forward slowly like an ox. Two men covered in blood and in a coma were tied to the stretcher. The other hand of this figure was supporting a man with a broken arm.

He was equivalent to carrying the weight of three strong men on his own. He was sweating profusely as he walked, his chest heaved violently, and his breathing was as heavy as a broken bellows.

"Master... why don't you let us go first." The knight supported by him said feebly, and then his face was distorted due to severe pain.

"We'll deal with the bat-winged demon together... we are comrades in arms." Sweat flowed into the corners of the demon hunter's eyes. He blinked uncomfortably and smiled weakly at the knight, "If you want me to abandon my comrades in arms, you are looking down on me. ?"

"Comrade?" Mars looked a little dazed. He never thought that he would be recognized by this sewer butcher. It seems that the demon hunter is not as difficult to get along with as the legend says.

"Hold on a little longer, we'll be there soon!"

"Well..."

Before the witcher ran out of energy, he finally saw those familiar faces. Four burly men rushed down from upstairs and carried them into the room.

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"How is the injury?"

"You can't die if you die." Berengar took off his white apron and leather gloves stained with blood, "Those two guys with broken hands and feet..."

"Argon and Zelin."

"I have connected their bones and sutured their wounds, and they will be able to recover after a few months of rest. The remaining one who was most seriously injured had several broken ribs, but he was lucky and the broken bones were intact. It needs cleaning work, and there is no damage to the internal organs or internal bleeding." Berengar sighed, "It's a pity that the environment here is simple. I can only manage his injuries and hang on to his life. You must let Yada wait until tomorrow. The princess asked a more professional doctor to treat him, and of course it would be best if the lady in the lake could do it herself."

Roy said with sincere gratitude, "I didn't expect that you are not only a master of casting, but also a good hand at treating patients!"

"I can't say I'm proficient. I'm a mercenary. I'm often injured and I've been sick for a long time. Of course I know some first aid." Berengar glanced at the several demon hunters gathered around him. "Tell me about it, kid. What happened in the sewer? How could they be so seriously injured?"

……

The demon hunters gathered around a rectangular table, on which were placed two **** heads with horrific faces, from two bat-winged demons.

They opened their mouths wide to reveal a mouth full of jagged serrations. Their long and slender tongues were pulled out of their mouths, tied in a knot and hung to their chins. Their scarlet eyes were like half a piece of rotten pomegranate. Perhaps they had suffered too much during their lives. It's so painful that they can't rest in peace until they die.

Lei Suo stroked the horns on top of the bat-winged demon's head and slid his palms down the horns. The entire surface of the head felt as tough as cowhide, with lizard-like horniness growing on it. When he touched that grin, The big mouth at the base of the ears is like observing the teeth of horses. Observe the condition of their teeth.

"Judging from the teeth, this bat-winged demon is less than five years old, and the other is over twenty years old. To meet them, your luck is worse than Kevir's salted fish." The bald man carefully looked at the disciple again After looking up and down, he made sure that he had no missing arms or legs, and said happily, "How on earth did you do it? Take three crappy White Rose knights and kill two bat-winged demons. It's simply a miracle. !"

"I bet those three brothers didn't last five seconds!"

"The bat-winged demon is one of my most hated enemies. It is fast and powerful." Seret crossed his arms over his chest with a solemn expression, "If it were me, I would capsize in the gutter accidentally!"

"An amazing achievement! Well done, Roy!" Oaks pinched the young man's shoulder with admiration, "Defeating a bat-winged demon before the age of twenty. As far as I know, our school has no People can do it, even Grandmaster Ivar."

"Kill two at once. Of all the witchers, you are the one..." He gave a thumbs up.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the young companion. He was slumped on the wicker chair, gently and regularly rubbing the puppy's hot belly and soft back. He narrowed his eyes, his beard trembled slightly, and shouted "Hu...hu".

"Actually, only one bat-winged demon appeared at the beginning," Roy explained. "I followed Lei Suo's reminder and used Dragon Dream to severely damage it first, and then teamed up with the three White Rose Knights to kill it. Solved."

“Four people have the upper hand,” Lei Suo muttered. “If they cooperate with each other tacitly, it is not impossible to kill an infant bat-winged demon. As an inferior species among low-level vampires, bat-winged demons often have no chance of killing. What a brain. But the big guy on the other end cannot be ignored!"

"It came too late. It only appeared after the death of its 'little brother', and then injured three knights in one fell swoop, and I..." Roy paused, stared at the little beast, and said softly, " Gorfin saved my life so that I could successfully kill this 'this beast'."

"Save you? Don't be kidding me. This little thing is not big enough for the bat-winged demon to fill the gap between his teeth. How can I save you?" Oakes looked unbelieving,

"It jumped up and blocked the blow for me!"

"Are you serious?" The eyes of the demon hunters next to him suddenly changed when they looked at Gorfen.

"Of course."

"Then he is a good dog!" Oakes stretched out his hand to touch the dog's head, but Golfin instantly dodged it, "Brave, loyal,... can escape from the claws of the bat-winged demon, his life is tough! Wait for us to buy it A piece of land, this little guy is responsible for looking after the house and the courtyard!"

"It may not be a dog!" Roy whispered, "But I used a unique trick to defeat the bat-winged demon!"

"Trick, what trick do you have, how come we don't know about it?" Oakes clenched his fists loudly and approached the demon hunter step by step, "Little slipper, don't forget that I taught you swordsmanship, your I know my skills very well, and it is absolutely impossible to challenge the bat-winged demon alone. Tell me the truth now, don't try to fool me!"

"Two dragon dragons, and my spatial ability, caught me by surprise...!"

Oakes was reluctantly satisfied with this answer, his eyes provocative,

"It seems that your skills have improved a lot recently. When you recover, can we compete again?"

"I'm so happy!"

"Where are the precious parts of the bat-winged demon's body and the mutation-inducing substances?" Seret asked next to him, "You wouldn't just throw them away in the sewer with the corpse, would you?"

"I never waste anything of value..." Roy pressed his arm on the wicker chair, barely propped up his body, and placed a fist-sized, oval-shaped mutation-inducing substance on the table.

Approximately equivalent to ordinary level.

"Roy, keep the mutants for yourself, these two heads..." Oakes squinted his eyes and turned to the side, "Give me one, make it into a trophy, and hang it on a saddle bag!"

It is a hobby of a very small number of demon hunters to make monster heads into specimens and hang them in saddle bags. This can demonstrate their strength, intimidate the young, and attract business. However, Roy doesn't like it because it is too showy.

"Get it yourself!"

"It's a pity that it's not the Bat-Winged Brain Demon..." Oaks looked at the ferocious beast skull with a slight regret on his face, "Otherwise, if I put it on the saddle bag, which guy without long eyes would dare to provoke me?!"

The difference between the Bat-winged Brain Demon and the Bat-winged Demon is twice as dangerous, and it is a fatal threat even to experienced demon hunters such as Oakes and Leitho.

"Come on..." Seret solemnly warned, "Boy, can you tell the difference between the two? If you hit the bat-winged brain demon, use your space ability to escape directly, don't die!"

"Yeah!"

At this time, Berengar, who had been studying the bat-winged demon silently, suddenly waved his hand, opened the **** mouth of one of the heads in front of everyone, and then turned its tongue over.

"What the hell?" Roy leaned over and faintly saw a row of black symbols at the bottom of his tongue, which was covered with tiny fleshy spines.

"You haven't noticed it before?"

"I'm busy saving lives, so I don't have time to observe this thing." Roy confirmed that what was marked at the bottom of the bat-winged demon's tongue was a row of universal text.

"...gray...ba. Black Grayba, black Grayba..."

The five demon hunters looked at each other, no one understood the meaning of this sentence.

Berengar then opened the bottom of the tongue of another bat-winged brain demon and examined it. As expected, there was also a row of black twisted characters imprinted on it, but the meaning was different.

"Coram·Agh·Tera...Zhuolan·Agh·Tera."

Roy asked Berengar, but he had no answer, and the three demon hunters also shook their heads.

Roy expressed his analysis, "The black Grayba sounds like a certain title or nickname, and the second character is undoubtedly a name. From the grammatical point of view, it belongs to an ancient and noble person. . Then these two rows of characters represent two people, that is, they tattooed their own marks on the bat-winged demon and the bat-winged brain demon, just like..."

"Like the mark left by the master on the slave?" Oaks said in a weird tone.

"Do you think someone is raising these two monsters in the sewer?" Berengar looked like he had seen a ghost. ~IndoMTL.com~ I don’t think this is possible! "Serrit's tone was hesitant at first, and then firm, "Everyone, the introductory textbook for demon hunters, "Biological Theory," clearly describes that bat-winged demons have low IQs, are purely dominated by the desire to kill and eat, and cannot be trained. ”

"Nothing is absolute, Leisuo, exceptions can happen at any time..." Leisuo said, "I have a hunch that Roy's encounter with these two monsters in the sewer was not a coincidence, nor can it be purely attributed to bad luck. Someone is controlling them from behind."

"Perhaps this is the case," Berengar said. "A certain powerful sorcerer captured these two bat-winged demons, and then forcibly branded them with magic powers. As far as I know, anesthesia, Or even magic can do this."

Everyone was silent, there were so many possibilities about the mark, and they couldn't figure it out for a while.

"Roy, let's do it together next time."

"Well, but we have to meet Princess Yada first." Having exhausted all means of saving his life, the demon hunter no longer plans to rush into the sewers recklessly. No one can be sure whether there is something more terrifying than the bat-winged demon hidden there. The presence.