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The Dread Beast let out a miserable howl that pierced the night sky, and opened its mouth at the same time. There was a burst of "chug chug" sound as dense as a machine gun, and countless sharp, sharp crossbow-like things shot out of its mouth.

The coverage area is so large that it not only envelops the demon hunter, but also shoots at the stunned crowd around - from this, it can be seen that the monster's intelligence is definitely not low, and it also knows the truth of besieging Wei and saving Zhao.

At the moment when everyone had no time to react, the man suddenly stepped forward, swung his arms and twisted his waist, and threw the monster into the sky with his backhand.Immediately afterwards, the figure flashed and swung the long tail of the Horror Beast. The movement was like lightning, smashing several 'bolts' from different directions at the same moment.

"..."

After clearing all the hidden arrows, he maintained his stomping stride, as if he was riding a horse, and suddenly tightened his right fist, and his whole arm rattled with his five fingers, like a punch from a cannonball, smashing straight to the sky.

boom--!

The incomparably fierce iron fist hit the right paw of the Horror Beast, and the force was like exploding black powder, pouring out destructively, instantly blasting its sharp claws, arms, and half of its body into a pulp.

pat--!

Half of the monster fell to the ground weakly, and in a burst of convulsions, its head was crushed by the heavy trampling of the iron boots.The fragments of the corpse rotted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally there was only a bit of deep black air that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, sinking into the palm of the demon hunter.

"This is the first one."

The gloomy flames in Yiwen's eyes became more intense, feeling the nightmare breath that merged into his body, and his face under the mask showed a slight look of enjoyment. It was like throwing a throwing knife, shooting at a 'village' who was waiting for an opportunity to escape in the distance.

Whoosh-!

A slender white light flashed in the space, penetrating straight through the head of the 'villager', directly overturning half of its skull, and the body that fell on the ground turned into black gas and rotted quickly.

"The second one."

He walked over in a leisurely manner, drew back his saber, absorbed a little bit of the nightmare breath by the way, turned around and walked into the silent crowd, his scrutinizing eyes swept over them one by one.

"My lord, what do you mean... there are still monsters lurking among us?" The militia leader took a deep breath, boldly followed behind him, and asked tremblingly.

"The number of fear beasts has decreased recently, but the disasters caused by them are constantly expanding, and there are obviously clusters."

Ivan walked through the sculptural frozen villagers, squatted down while speaking, gently stretched out his left hand, and stroked the head of a barefoot girl.Just when the little girl looked at him tearfully, her slender fingers pierced through her head like five sharp and precise knives.

"The third one, it's over."

He held a bit of nightmare breath, absorbed it into his body, then shook off the blood on his hand, turned around and glanced at the captain of the militia:

"The scary thing about fear beasts is not how ferocious they are, but the invisibility that you can't guard against. You can use your wisdom to find one of them and force it to show its original shape. It's really amazing. amazing."

"But there are three of them."

The captain of the militia numbly pulled his lips, showing a sad smile, looking at the corpses of relatives and friends around him, the little pride in his heart disappeared in an instant.

"It's a nightmare, and one day I will wake up."

Ivan patted him on the shoulder, left a word, and the figure turned into a blurred phantom, soaring into the distant night sky, flickering and disappearing.

At the moment when they passed each other, the captain of the militia turned his head inadvertently, and saw the fire in his eyes, and a look of reverence suddenly appeared on his face:

"The flame burning in the pupil is the eye of judgment to distinguish between good and evil... He, he is His Majesty Ivan!"

Chapter 64 The Witcher ([-])

The lazy sun at dusk in summer shone on a desolate street next to the inn. In an inconspicuous corner of this street, there was a small tavern.Green vines run along the mottled ancient brick walls and wrap around the caramel-colored wooden signboard, on which the name of this small shop, "Wind of Summer" is engraved.

The orange-yellow sunlight shines through the shutters of the tavern, casting mottled marks on the gray and white walls.

In the quiet shop, the proprietress in an apron was gently wiping the wine glasses on the counter. On the bar in front of her, sat the most eye-catching customer in the shop, a beautiful boy in white short-sleeves.

He drank his drink in silence, a pile of weapons and equipment was piled on the floor next to him, and the raised arc looked like a tomb.

"..."

The young and beautiful proprietress watched him secretly, put down the wiped wine glass, and stroked the grain on the wooden counter with her fingers.This is not the first time she has met the other party, and it can be seen from those weapons and equipment that he is a demon hunter.

However, such a young witcher is really rare.

Looking at the perfect silhouette of the other party under the sunset, she couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic in her heart, and subconsciously regarded the other party as a person who had a bleak past, experienced cruel training at a young age, and had to set foot on the demon hunting battlefield.

The diners around also kept a distance from him deliberately, talking in a low voice, it was not a kind of indifference and alienation, but a kind of respect and humility, which is also the attitude most people have towards demon hunters.

……

Horror beasts invaded wantonly in the dark, which directly led to the birth of the profession of demon hunters. Among them were formal demon hunters trained by temples, and irregular demon hunters who took risks for bounty, justice, or revenge.

Regardless of whether it is normal or not, hunting fear beasts is an absolutely righteous cause at present, so the empire also has an attitude of coaxing and encouraging these desperate people, and the attitude of the people is of course similar.

As long as the witcher's conduct is not too bad, he will be respected by others wherever he goes.

Demon hunters themselves live a bloody life, and those who can survive will not be short of money, and enjoy this kind of spiritual wealth, so in just over a year, they have developed their own rules in the industry.

Under Ivan's vigorous promotion, these unacceptable rules were quickly accepted by the government and named them the Demon Hunting Rules.

[-]. The demon hunter is responsible for killing the horror beasts, and never points their weapons at humans.

[-]. Demon hunters must maintain a noble character and never associate with criminals.

[-]. Demon hunters give priority to protection, not killing, and must not harm innocent people just to hunt or trap fearful beasts.

If the above guidelines are met, demon hunters through informal channels can also enjoy the benefits given by the temple to regular demon hunters. very important to the Menesians).

If you can't do it, you will be deprived of your status as a demon hunter. Even if you kill the fear beast, you will not get a reward, and you will be more likely to be excluded or even killed by other demon hunters.

With a good spirit of self-discipline, a generally recognized just cause, and the preferential treatment given by the government, it is a matter of course that demon hunters are respected.

……

The melodious wind chime rang, and the heavy wooden door with the bell hanging was opened.

"Welcome, welcome, would you like some?"

The long chestnut hair was gently shaken by the breeze brought in by the door, and the proprietress smiled at the customers who entered the door while wiping her thin white fingers on the apron.

The visitor was a beautiful young girl full of heroism, her pretty face was flushed with sweat and glowed brightly in the sun, her tall figure was wearing a covered sunshade cloak, she took off her hood, and her long red hair tied into a ponytail looked refreshing and capable.

She went straight to the young witcher and sat down on the stool.

With the sound of pulling the stool away, Ivan spoke:

"How about a cold beer?"

"Juice is fine."

Renee snapped his fingers handsomely, Tongse grabbed Ivan's cup unceremoniously, drank the cold beer that had become a little hot in one gulp, and gently stroked the remaining water vapor on the edge of the cup with neatly trimmed thin white fingers.

"Your juice."