God-level Demon Hunter

The old Panta just said in a daze, "I'm too old, and I can't remember the exact year, but it's been a while."

"Have you encountered other 'kinds' in the swamp?"

"No... no one wants to share with me."

The witcher nodded.

"Meat, you keep it for yourself, now tell us how you contacted the Fallen?"

"I said, can you two let old Panta go?"

"You really haven't killed anyone?" Lei Suo asked.

"I swear to Prophet Lebioda that I have never harmed any human beings," the old man spat excitedly, "and I have a good relationship with the villagers, you two can go and verify."

"What's more, with my body, even a gust of cold wind will make me fall ill, so who can I kill?"

Demon hunter Reso looked at his face, "If what you said is true, then I will spare your life!"

……

Not long after, the old man, who had been granted amnesty, brought two witchers to the south bank of Lake Vizima, under a huge willow tree, rubbing the uneven bark and panting heavily,

"Every time I bury a dead fish in the soft mud in front of this willow tree, a murloc priest will come here to wait for me in the early morning of that day."

"After the meeting, I usually report to it the current situation of the nearby villages and various new news, and then it will give me a variable amount of meat depending on the situation."

"Can the fallen murloc understand?"

"I don't understand either, maybe they will be passed on to the master behind it."

The demon hunter checked the surrounding environment and tortured him with the Axii seal, confirming the old man's statement.

"I have another question," Roy looked curiously at the old man's face, "Most of the villagers in Kona Village are haunted by nightmares and are depressed, but you don't seem to have this trouble at all. This is very strange, obviously you and the fallen The half-murlocs have more contacts, but why are they less affected?"

"I don't know..." The old man shook his head in a slight panic. He felt that there was something in the witcher's words. "Actually, I also have nightmares, but not as frequently as everyone else."

"Maybe I can answer your question," the bald man interjected, "The dream woven by the evil god is to make normal people go crazy, bloodthirsty, and fanatic, but if there is no existence of humanity in the first place, the dream will The impact is not as pronounced."

"What... what do you mean?" Old Panta backed away with a face full of horror, and leaned against the big willow tree with his back,

"Do you know how serious your actions will lead to?"

The old man swallowed his saliva, and argued in a panic, "Even if I hadn't conveyed the news to the fallen, they would have killed no one less. The lonely old Panta just wanted to survive...to survive, there was no other choice. "

Should we let him go?

The young demon hunter thought about it seriously, and the dark gold's pupils became prismatic,

"Old Panta, don't you think you've lived long enough? In this world, over 60 years old is already considered a long life, so be content."

"You promised me..."

"That's right...Leso promised you...so he won't do anything..."

Old Panta opened his mouth—the young man's face froze, and then a flash of white light flashed across his eyes like a shooting star.

Shaking like a sky crashing for a while, and then opening his eyes, he felt dizzy and dizzy uncontrollably——in sight, a dry headless body stood abruptly in place, with blood pouring down from the neck like a fountain.

"Body...my body...where is my head?"

The thought was extinguished, and the eyelids on the old Panta's head rolled to the ground completely closed.

"Kill Panta, experience +20"

"As a human being, you still have to have some bottom line..."

Roy tore off a rag from the corpse, and carefully wiped the blood off Arondette's sword,

"Little ghost, when did you become hard-hearted?" The big man picked up the dead head with wide-eyed eyes, "You never had the heart to attack an old man before."

"Although he is a human in terms of physical structure, he is an out-and-out monster in terms of spirit. Isn't it the job of a demon hunter to eliminate monsters?"

Roy exhaled, and reinserted Arondette into the scabbard behind him.

"After tidying up the corpses, find a dead fish and put them in. Tomorrow morning, let's 'chat' with the fallen murlocs."

After dealing with the affairs by the lake, the two returned to the thatched hut beside the old man's field, and then dug out more than a dozen human corpses from the nearby fields.

Chapter 19 Villagers Evacuate

As dusk fell, the village of Kona lit up with flickering fires.

In the open space in the center of the flames, there was a black mass of people kneeling on the ground. At a glance, there were all kinds of young and middle-aged people, old and weak, women and children, and most of them were silent and motionless.

However, there were also a few villagers who cried and howled like ghosts and wolves, which caused the twenty or so soldiers with swords around to scold them from time to time.

"Bastard, keep your mouth shut!" Yada slapped a noisy villager on the cheek with the whip in her hand, and a scarlet bloodstain rolled from the flesh in an instant, but the villager just groaned, and then Stubbornly staring at the woman with bloodshot eyeballs wide open, the corners of his mouth were still wriggling, nervously chanting strange and awkward incantations.

"Read!"

"Snapped!"

"Say your master's evil spell?"

The long whip brought out a series of afterimages in Yada's hands. The back of the villager who chanted the curse was like a wasteland plowed by an old ox.

The whip shadow swayed, his wailing became lower and lower, and he gradually became exhausted until he was dying, only breathing in, not exhaling.

Yada's chest rose and fell, and she let out a long breath of relief.

"Idiots who don't know good and evil! For your safety, I sacrificed 25 elite soldiers, and now you still dare to miss the beasts in the altar!"

"If you hit someone again, you'll die... Calm down, we've already dealt with the ghost you want."

Two demon hunters came over and showed an old head in their hands to Yada. The latter stared at it, and then smiled heartily.

"Very well, you really didn't disappoint me. Now I finally have an explanation for those dead warriors." Yada raised her hand to stop a group of soldiers who were beating and scolding the crazy villagers.

"They are the degenerates in Xinte Village. There are 120 people in total. 30 of them have serious symptoms and cannot communicate normally. There are also seven who resisted fiercely on the way when they came, and were killed by my soldiers on the spot."

The demon hunter inspected the crowded scene with his eyes. Even without using observation, he could still perceive the darkness, madness and aura surrounding this group of people.

Among them, the 30 people under the strict guard of the knights were the most conspicuous, and even the quietest villagers of Xinte Village were more mad than all the villagers of Kona Village.

"How are you going to deal with this group of guys?" Adda said coldly, "If you just let it go like this, there will inevitably be more lunatics who actively attack humans."

"You want to kill them?" The word "kill" came out of the demon hunter's mouth, and the villagers of Xinte Village, who were silent like cicadas, trembled visibly, obviously terrified.

"Why not? As long as you start worshiping the monsters in the altar, you will no longer be my people!" Adda licked her red lips cruelly and seductively, "If sacrificing them can save innocent people from danger, I will never Will be merciful."

"In fact, most of the villagers can't be called degenerates, and they don't deserve to die."

"Demon hunter, you personally mentioned that the bewitched villagers will continuously provide power to that evil creature on the island."

"There is a premise for all this, within a certain range." Roy's eyes shot into the darkness outside the village,

"With Black Tern Island as the center, the closer the distance, the more severe the disaster. As long as the villagers completely leave the monster's sphere of influence, they will be safe. That thing can't draw any power."

"I suggest escorting all the villagers ten miles away from Lake Vizima, and then setting up camp for three days. Of course, the safest way is to send the villagers to the city of Vizima."

"It's impossible!" Adda brushed back her white hair, "I don't allow them to get close to Vizima and infect my people."

"Since we are not going to Vizima," Roy said, "then go east. If there is no accident, Leso and I will be able to solve the culprit after three days, and restore peace to the swamp on the shore of Lake Vizima."

"By the way, Poev, are there any other villages in the nearby swamp?"

"No... no..."

The thin old village head leaned over reluctantly, and glanced at Yada with fluttering white hair fearfully. He heard what he had just heard correctly. This princess seemed to be planning to get rid of all the villagers in Xinte Village.

Fortunately, it was stopped by the witcher.

Boyev squeezed his gray beard,

"Ahem, but the old man remembers that if you walk to the east for a day, you will see a mud village, and the villagers have not been affected at all."

"Your Highness Yada, now you will bring the Knights and all the villagers to live in Mud Village to the east for three days."

The witcher said, and handed over two more paralytic poisons,

"The villagers were dishonest on the way, so feed each of them one drop... Remember! Two drops at most, any more will kill you."

"Then I'll leave the rest to you two..." Yada carefully handed the potion to Knight Powell, and then sighed unwillingly.

"We must return in triumph, otherwise we will be sorry for the grace of the goddess of the lake!"

Not long after, after watching the hundreds of people leave, the two witchers rode back to the willow tree on the south bank of Lake Vizima.

Roy lay in ambush quietly, and communicated with Wilt by the way, keeping him absolutely quiet.

……

In the early morning, everything was quiet, and a bright moon rose into the sky, casting a bright reflection on the dark and calm lake.

Suddenly, the reflection was shattered, but three huge fish heads emerged from the water. Amid the sound of rushing water, they formed a neat formation and swam to the shore of the lake in a short time.

"Grumbling..."

The fallen half-murloc in the middle let out a low cry, and then the ugly fish head looked around vigilantly.

The half murlocs holding rough bone spears at both ends stood guard on both sides, their bodies seemed immature, much thinner than the one in the center, less than half a person's height.

After confirming that there was no danger, the big half murloc couldn't wait to stick up his buttocks and pounced forward, digging in the soft mud under the willow tree, and took out a fat and beautiful dead fish in front of the two men. Swallow the dead fish whole.

"Hic..." It hiccupped contentedly while rolling its dead fish eyes, and rubbed its belly.

The two subordinates lowered their eyebrows and were pleasing to the eye, not daring to have any complaints.

"Hi..." The murloc hiccupped again, and then, with such a "plop", fell to the ground on his back without any warning, with a blood hole on his head.

"Ulla...Ulla?"

The two guards looked at each other in a panic, and hurriedly wanted to help the boss up, but unexpectedly, a hidden arrow was shot from the sidelines, blowing off one of his heads.

This time, only the fallen murloc remained, turned around and ran away.

In the dark night, there was a long and loud hiss of "咴——", and a brown horse galloped out of the woodland next to it, slamming into the fleeing murloc.It flew far away in the grass like a broken sandbag, rolled a few times on the spot and passed out.

After completing the task, Werther ran back happily, where two demon hunters came out of the shadows.

"Fallen murloc," the young witcher squeezed his fingers, "let's see what's in your head?"

After a while, the surviving depraved murlocs were tied to the willow tree.

"What are you going to do, kid?" The bald man asked curiously, "Use the Axii sign? We can't communicate with it at all, so don't waste your time."

"I have another coup, just wait and watch the show!"

Roy's slap woke up the corrupted half-murloc, who was tied up, and let it grin its teeth and spit out stench, trying to use forced domestication on it.

But unexpectedly got several failed messages——

You have bound the mount "Wilter" and cannot perform forced domestication. Do you want to unbind it first?

The target is in a state of frenzy and cannot be forced to domesticate.

"Dagon's believers, in a state of fanaticism, can't be domesticated?"

"It seems that we need to consult the goddess of the lake for the location of the remaining fallen murlocs."

Chapter 20 Evil God Dagon

In the early morning, on the sandy ground beside Black Tern Island, there were more than a dozen corpses of murlocs lying here and there.

Some of them were headshot by arrows, some were decapitated by sword blades, and their stomachs were disembowelled, and some were scorched black and beyond recognition by flames.

Beside the corpse, two rows of blood-stained footprints spread towards the center of the island, and a violent explosion suddenly came from the end of the footprints.

A dazzling flame shot up into the sky, and then three flaming depraved murlocs rushed out of the mist with strange screams, and fled in embarrassment like headless chickens.

And the two figures rose and fell nimbly in response to them, the blades were flipped, and three big heads rolled to the ground.

The witcher stepped past the headless corpse.

"How many?"

"Including yesterday's total of 27, according to the instructions of the goddess of the lake, Dagan's minions have all been cleaned up, and now that guy is in the weakest state."

Lei Suo touched his bare forehead against the cold morning wind, staring coldly at the huge burnt mark in front of him.

In the center of Black Tern Island, the once labyrinth-like dark and lush woods disappeared, leaving a piece of black scorched earth and dense wooden piles, and in the center of the scorched earth stood alone the altar of the evil god Dagan.

Neither of them expected Jaquez to do this.