Demon Hunter: I became a god in the demon hunting world

After that, he marked the footprints, and a dark red dotted line appeared in the sky.

This is also a unique ability of the witcher. When tracking or finding a target, it can materialize traces.

This light red dotted line winds in the sky to the depths of the black forest, and the witcher searches for the target along this dotted line.

Soon, he stopped moving forward.

Because he was very familiar with the environment here, it was the place where he killed the broom witch that day.

Dick crouched slowly beside the slightly stinking headless corpse of the Broom Witch.

The old woman's head had long since disappeared, and the robe on her body had been reduced to pieces, with most of the flesh and blood missing. Even her legs and one arm were missing. She must have been eaten by wild beasts.

The witcher stood up and looked at the corpses of the two gray wolves next to him.

“The gray wolf must have been attracted by the corpses, but why were they also dead?

“Is this old woman’s corpse poisonous?

"But if this old woman's body is poisonous, the gray wolf will not eat her body."

Soon, the witcher made a new discovery.

Both gray wolves had huge scars on their bodies, like a huge awl that had slashed them hard, leaving a fatal piece of flesh missing from their necks.

"It seems that the gray wolf was attacked by other beasts or monsters. Things don't seem good."

The witcher looked at the lush jungle deep in the Black Forest with some hesitation.

The breeze blows and rustling sounds are heard, and these jungles are like swaying ghosts welcoming the arrival of the witchers.

But in the end, Dick still felt like going deeper.

Because he smells the scent of other creatures, or a person to be precise, through his super sense of smell.

After walking about a hundred meters, I came to a dead tree. I knocked on the dead tree with the back of my hand and said in a deep voice: "Come out."

Then there was a tremor from inside the dead tree, and a man's voice was heard.

"No, you can't come out. What kind of monster are you? I'm not afraid of you. I'm Bunyan. I'm the legendary hero. Bunyan and his blue ox Beibei are fearless!"

"Hey, you're too deep into the drama. There's no blue bull or monster. There are only two gray wolf corpses outside."

"No, you lied. The monster will come back every once in a while to prevent me from escaping. Who are you?"

"I'm a witcher, my name is Dick. If I'm not mistaken, your son's name is George, right?"

"He gave me a commission and asked me to come to you, saying that you never came back after you went out to chop wood yesterday afternoon."

"Ah, my God! It seems that what you said is true, but is the monster gone?"

"Where are the monsters?" Dick asked doubtfully.

"You don't know, there really are monsters, there really are monsters!"

"You'd better come out first and then talk. In short, it's safe for now."

"All right……"

There was a rustling sound, and a man crawled out from the trunk of the dead tree.

Tall and thin, with a wood-chopping ax strapped to his waist, he was Bunyan, the woodcutter.

"Hehe, Cat Eyes, he is indeed a witcher. Oh, I don't mean to discriminate against you." Benyan waved his hand.

"By the way, what did my youngest son say? I remember that you need to collect commission fees to do your business."

"He said you would pay when the time came."

"Actually, I don't have much money." Benyan scratched his head, "But Demon Hunter, I will never rely on you, 10 crowns, how about 10 crowns? I only have 10 crowns now."

"Ten crowns is too little. The commission fee should be about 30 crowns."

Just as Benyan was about to negotiate the price, the witcher suddenly interrupted him: "Hide quickly!"

"What's wrong?"

"The monster you mentioned seems to be back."

When the woodcutter heard this, he turned around quickly, jumped back into the trunk of the tree, squatted down and hid, all at once.

The witcher had already pulled out the silver sword from his back and looked at the sky with vigilance.

A cockcrow sounded in the sky, and a monster was flapping its wings and flying towards the demon hunter.

Dick looked around and saw that this monster was huge, with a head like a chicken, and its body was covered with feathers. The ends of its wings looked as sharp as closely arranged blades.

It also has a long, scaly, snake-like tail, which is exactly the petrified cockatrice.

It is said that the petrified cockatrice is the product of a cross between a chicken and a dragon. It likes to attack people and eat carrion.

No wonder it didn't eat the two wolves immediately, but killed them. It waited for the two gray wolves to decay before tasting the delicious food. Now it was meal time.

Dick noticed that a pair of chicken eyes of the basilisk cockatrice stared closely at him, obviously regarding himself as a competitor for the gray wolf's body.

But it was impossible to explain to the monster why he came here at this time.

As the monster in the sky got closer and closer, Dick felt the touch of the wind on his face, and this feeling became stronger and stronger. At the same time, the unique smell of poultry manure also hit his face.

At a certain moment, the witcher rolled sideways to the right, avoiding the claws of the basilisk cockatrice.

The monster used its sharp claws that were bigger than an eagle to draw six traces on the ground, stopped, then screamed loudly, and flapped its wings again and rushed towards the demon hunter.

Dick rolled again, dodged the attack, then used his feet hard, turned around, and the silver sword just hit one of the petrified cockatrice's chicken feet.

The monster groaned in pain, and also turned around, and began to swing its wings like iron blades.

Dick was unable to dodge and could only raise his sword to block.

With a "snap", he felt a numbness in his hand, and the sharp sword was almost shaken off by the huge force from the wings of the monster in front of him.

The next moment, the petrified chicken snake swung out the sharp wing on the other side again.

This time, the demon hunter was wide open, and a slanting wound appeared from his right waist to his left chest. Fortunately, the leather armor he was wearing absorbed most of the damage, avoiding the fate of the demon hunter being disemboweled.

But the blood still gushed out like a underground water pipe that was knocked open.

The demon hunter felt severe pain all over his body, and felt that his strength was slowly disappearing with the blood.

But he didn't care about anything else, because the petrified chicken snake used its long beak to peck at him quickly this time.

A "snap" sounded, and an axe fell on the neck of the petrified chicken snake, splashing a stream of blood.

The monster turned around angrily and looked at the trembling tall man who crawled out of the tree trunk. Because of the sneak attack, its attention was instantly attracted.

The demon hunter was able to catch his breath at this moment, took out the short crossbow at his waist, and shot it with no more aim.

This time, because he was closer to the petrified chicken snake, he hit one of its chicken eyes.

The monster screamed in pain and began to flap its wings left and right.

Dick took two steps back, then formed a seal with his left hand, and shot forward a mental shock wave. The airflow from the palm of his hand hit the petrified chicken snake's jaw, causing its body to stagnate.

The demon hunter would naturally not miss this opportunity, and shot another crossbow, hitting the petrified chicken snake's other eye.

(Tip: Ben Yang is a hero in Western folklore. He has a pet blue cow named Beibei.)