Hunter: Tonight, Germain joins the hunt

The fog gradually dispersed.

Germain pushed aside the tangled weeds that were as high as a person's height in front of him. The threaded cane in his hand poked the ground tentatively. There was no sign of loosening or falling off, and then he put his foot on it.

The slope here is quite steep, and Germain had to make sure he was steady on his feet to avoid stumbling and falling or rolling on the ground in a panic.

He had just hiked down from a peak and started climbing the mountain again, and was still unable to break away from the endless sea of ​​trees.

The lush, colorful leaves are like a curtain that covers the sky and the sun.

After walking for a while, German basically confirmed that he was still in the steep mountains, but he didn't know where the others were.

The Holy Moonlight Greatsword was too cumbersome in the narrow paths of the steep mountains, so Germain replaced it with a threaded cane that was more handy.

It played a similar role to a trekking pole, and Germain moved more easily.

However, there is one thing on him that cannot be changed, or in other words, cannot be transferred by his will, and that is the armor of contempt.

According to past experience, the longer you fight with the Contempt Armor, the longer it will take to disarm it.

Germain probably had to be out of combat for more than an hour before the Contempt Armor could be lifted.

However, in dangerous areas like steep mountains, it is almost impossible to remain without fighting for more than an hour.

Sure enough, he hadn't walked a few steps when clumps of devil's ivy got tangled up in his legs, forcing him to cut them off with a threaded cane.

This will trigger the Contempt Armor again.

As long as there are effective attacks and defenses, German is not out of the battle. The cost of more than an hour has to be calculated from scratch.

The Dark Crown continued to torture Germain's body and mind through the thorns of thorns.

If it weren't for his strong physique and numerous runes and positive attributes, he might not even be able to stand up, and he might even have died of mental and physical exhaustion not long ago.

Thinking of the possibility of death from exhaustion, Germain couldn't help but worry about his companions.

They all suffered from the Dark Crown, and unlike Germain, it was a very unpleasant first experience for them.

Of course, Bisiji and Menqi both have stress-reducing values, thereby wiping away the tortured telekinesis abilities.

Sambika might be able to do something similar through medicine.

As long as the companions who are suffering from the torment do not act alone but stay by their side, it should not be so easy to become exhausted mentally and physically.

The question now is whether there will be any companions like him who wander aimlessly among the steep mountains alone, and are eventually completely devoured by the torture of the Dark Crown and the monsters here.

German must meet up with others as soon as possible to confirm more situations in order to make subsequent judgments and decisions.

Every once in a while, he will release a wave of ultra-long-distance "circles" that sweep forward, backward, left, and right.

Not only to explore the path ahead, search for companions or alert enemies, but also to let companions and enemies know of his existence and respond accordingly.

The effect is obvious.

Most of the beasts living in the rugged mountains do not want to provoke this master who is as imposing as an ancient behemoth.

They had fled far away before German arrived.

However, until now, none of Germain's companions have responded, which only proves that they are most likely not nearby.

The precipitous mountain range is quite vast, larger than the ancient maze and gray wilderness combined. Until now, German has not been able to find its boundaries with the naked eye or the "circle".

However, not all the beasts here are afraid of Germain's "championship".

There are always some crazy hungry or low-intelligence monsters who come forward on their own initiative.

Along the way, Germain encountered a few of them, and they were all wiped out by him without any surprise.

While climbing the mountain in front of him step by step with a threaded cane, Germain launched the "circle" again and quickly detected a huge creature blocking the road ahead.

Germain continued to climb up with a normal expression.

Before long, the tremors of the narrow path and the rolling of gravel proved that the monster was also approaching, and soon poked its head out of the blind spot around the corner.

This is a medium-sized beast, roughly "Master Level" based on its aura.

Its whole body was covered with long rust-red hair that looked like rust, but its body was as thin as a sick dog or a cat fished out of the water.

Also, most monsters at "elite level" and below will be scared away by his "championship aura", and only "master level" monsters will come to confront him.

The medium-sized beast with long rusty red hair and limbs like dry wood roared hysterically at Germain several times, as if to intimidate him, telling him not to come closer.

But there is a road ahead for him, and now that things have happened, he will never go down the mountain to take a detour and waste more time.

Germain replaced the threaded cane in his hand with a holy moonlight sword that was more convenient for this size, and strode forward without hesitation.

Despite the language barrier, the rusty-red long-haired beast was already aware of the oppression in Germain's actions, so it also responded.

Its claws, which looked like three long hooks, clawed at the steep rock wall nearby, dug out a large boulder, and moved it in the direction of Germain.

What the rusty-red long-haired beast wanted, of course, was to see the boulder rolling down and smashing Germain's body, or at least rolling Germain down the cliff just a few steps away.

However, the boulder that was pushed over was broken into several pieces in a cyan piercing light column that shot up into the sky, smashed on the rock wall and the path, and rolled into the abyss.

Germain flew out of the billowing smoke and dust.

The silver-white halo that the dark crown switched to was shining, and the contempt armor fit tightly, as if it was going to penetrate into his flesh.

Only fighting can alleviate the pain brought by the contempt armor, but fighting will continue to prolong the time for the contempt armor to be detached.

At least now, Germain does not need to make a contradictory and bitter choice. It is obvious what to do, even if it is drinking poison to quench thirst.

The right arm of the rusty-red long-haired beast with hook-like claws grabbed German who was breaking through and close at hand, but German easily turned around in mid-air and dodged the attack.

The next moment, German, who was holding the Holy Moonlight Greatsword, had already neatly cut off the right arm of the rusty-red long-haired beast from the elbow, and it fell to the ground with a puff, and dark red blood gushed out immediately.

The rusty-red long-haired beast let out a painful roar and became more manic, jumping up and down like a monkey on this narrow path.

Seeing that the rock wall and the path were about to be destroyed by the series of actions of the medium-sized rusty-red long-haired beast, German took a step directly, stepped on the shaking mountain wall, raised the Holy Moonlight Greatsword, and came to the side of the rusty-red long-haired beast's head.

The rusty-red long-haired beast discovered German's intention, and all its hair and beard moved like a python, and stabbed German together like a spear.

The green sword energy slashed out in a circle from the Holy Moonlight Great Sword, and cut off most of the rusty red long hair!

German passed over the remaining small part.

That small part stabbed deeply into the rock wall, and the rusty red long hair beast could not retrieve it for a while.

It had to raise its drooping left arm and swing it at German in the air like a long whip, trying to hit it with one blow.

Only then did German notice that the rusty red long hair beast had never used its left arm.

When he glanced at it from the corner of his eye, he understood the reason.

The rusty red long hair beast was originally extremely skinny, but its left arm still looked sick on it.

The rusty red long hair on it had almost fallen off, and the exposed skin and flesh were so dry that it seemed that the blood had been completely sucked out. It was hard to imagine that this was the arm of a living creature.

This soft and shriveled left arm did not cause any decent obstacles to German.

Germann even ignored it, and directly raised the Holy Moonlight Great Sword, and with a puff, stabbed it between the eyes of the rusty red long-haired beast, and the green light penetrated directly!

Germann did a front flip, and after landing smoothly, the rusty red long-haired beast completely lost its strength.

It fell to the rock wall next to it like a hill, smashing a dent, and then rolled down to the cliff next to it with many broken stones.