God-level Demon Hunter

"Boss Reagan, Carbon Mountain's income doesn't seem to be high?" He originally thought that the dwarves of Mahakam were sitting on the "Golden Mountain" and all of them were rich, but the Gwent game told him just the opposite.

"You're right," the dwarf said without hesitation. "It's only fifty or sixty kroner a month. After deducting the cost of drinking and maintaining weapons, there's not much money left."

"Are the houses in Tanshan expensive?" He glanced at the densely packed cave dwellings, "How long can you afford to buy?"

"Little brother, don't you understand that?" The dwarf said proudly, "Tanshan people don't need to spend money to buy houses, and the elders donate houses to all adults."

"But if anyone leaves Carbon Hill without permission, the house will be taken back."

Roy was slightly envious. The Great Elder of Tanshan also took great pains to keep the population.

"Are there many dwarves who left Carbon Mountain to make a living?"

"Not many, but there are always a few every year."

While talking, they came to the martial arts arena.

The venue surrounded by this fence is very wide and divided into several parts.

At the end stood a shooting range with a row of dummies, a weapon training ground with weapon racks, and an arena surrounded by wooden fences for close combat and sparring.

In one of the training grounds, there are about twenty strong dwarf guards doing daily training.

They were wearing gray chain mail with a layer of cotton armor inside, following the instructions of the instructors in the front row, they swung their weapons in a rigid manner.

The heavy two-handed weapons swung freely in the hands of the guards. Although they were short and fat, their moves were flexible and full of strength.

Just like small solid fortresses, the two layers of armor can effectively block the arrows, and the heavy two-handed weapon turns the disadvantage of body into an advantage. Once these guys get close, he may not be able to last for a few rounds.

"My frontal combat ability is useless."

Roy has always relied on very monotonous means in battle, mainly long-range crossbow shooting. Although the accuracy of shooting crossbows is supported by the perception attribute, the power is not enough, even if the bonuses of slaughter and crossbow specialization are counted.

Unless it hits the face, it can't cause too much damage to the armored enemy.

The effective range is also a problem. Under normal circumstances, there is still a guarantee of accuracy within 30 meters ([-] meters). Once this distance is exceeded, the interference of wind direction and wind force will become more obvious.

And the dwarf Reagan, who specializes in crossbow at Lv5, is obviously a good learning object.

The shooting range was filled with human-shaped archery targets at different distances. After the four of them entered the arena, Reagan stretched out his furry palm to feel it in mid-air for a moment.

Roy was surprised. Could it be that this guy can use the hairs on his hands to test the wind direction and speed?

"Days with no wind or light wind are the best time to shoot a few arrows. Come on, little brother, let me learn your brilliant moves this time. Let's see if your crossbow shooting skills are as exquisite as the witcher's sword skills." Reagan borrowed two identical crossbows, threw one to Roy, and picked up the other himself.

"You are young, your hands are not calloused, and you obviously have limited training time. I don't need to bully you with a time trial." Reagan raised his chest, exuding unprecedented confidence, "Starting from the 9-meter ([-]-meter) target, Extend the distance to the right, shoot ten arrows, and the one with the fewest misses wins. How?"

Roy hesitated and nodded.

"I'll come first."

"what ever."

The crossbow and arrows that Reagan handed over to him were specially made according to dwarven standards.

The diameter of the bow above the crossbow arm is four inches, which is much larger and heavier than the Gabriel that Roy got at first.Because of repeated use, the pine crossbow body was soaked in sweat and turned brown.The bowstring tension was about sixty pounds, and it was a little difficult for him to pull the string and set the arrow with his strength.

He first chose the nearest thirty late targets, supported the body of the crossbow with his left hand, and held the trigger with the index finger of his right hand, shooting the crossbow from a standing position.

Inhale deeply, the body of the crossbow rises slightly, aim the right eye at the target star, and then exhale slowly, within a second or two of exhalation, the body of the crossbow just drops to Horizontal position, jerk the trigger,

"Whoosh—" There was a sharp piercing sound, and the human-shaped archery target [-] minutes away suddenly trembled, and the powerful kinetic energy of the crossbow sent the arrow into the heart with great precision.

Reagan's gaze remained unchanged, while Roy heaved a sigh of relief, shook his slightly numb arm, and began to prepare for the second arrow.

In the following time, under the witness of everyone, sixty late, ninety late... 120 late targets all hit the red heart.

In a short period of time, Roy's forearm and legs began to feel sore after continuously pulling the string and firing arrows. After all, this crossbow was much heavier than the Brielle used for training on weekdays, and he was not used to it yet.

In addition to the boring crossbow shooting training on weekdays, there are few opportunities to compete with others, especially when the opponent is an excellent crossbowman.It is inevitable to have a desire to win.

The next target gave him a blow to the head.

It is estimated that there are nine rings at 150 feet, seven rings at 180 feet, fifth rings at 210 feet, and one ring at 240 feet (72 meters).

270 late, completely empty!The second arrow still missed.

After the announcement of the ten arrows, beads of sweat slid down his forehead to his chin, his eyes dimmed because of consecutive misses.

"Okay! Your aim is not bad, and your standing posture is also very standard. It can be seen that you have undergone systematic training, but the time is too short... I have a few suggestions, would you like to listen?"

"I'm about to ask you for advice."

Reagan, who was holding the crossbow, seemed to be a different person. His back was slightly bowed, his knees were slightly bent, his eyes became indifferent and sharp, and with a hook of his fingers, he picked up a light crossbow arrow from the quiver, and quickly pulled the string to place the arrow. Raising the crossbow and pulling the trigger, a series of actions were simple and neat without any excess.

Roy was silent for a moment, and it took less than half of his time to pull the string and set the arrow.

On the surface, the dwarf looks exactly the same as his standing shooting posture, but careful observation can still reveal the difference in details.

"Pay attention to the position of the crossbow."

Reagan ducked his head and began to take aim.

Roy took a step back, observing the state of the dwarf and the crossbow.

"Three quarters."

The crossbow is located about three-quarters of the dwarf's body from bottom to top, between the lower neck and the collarbone.This is slightly different from my own crossbow shooting posture.The standard standing shooting posture is adjusted by the dwarves to better suit their own style.

But with Roy's shooting level, he couldn't make these adjustments.

The dwarf's movements were fast and steady, and he shot three arrows with ease and ease, hitting the bull's-eye.

"Do you have a customary crossbow?"

"Yes, I have."

"Why don't you take it with you?"

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, and he quietly pulled the trigger with his right hand, and the center of the target outside 210 Chi trembled.

"The most basic quality of a good crossbowman is that the crossbow cannot be separated from the body. You have to wear it whether you are eating or sleeping." There was a trace of tenderness in the dwarf's black eyes, as if thinking of his lover, and the movements of his hands were not affected. "You You have to cultivate a tacit understanding with it, understand every inch of its structure, and you can clearly see it even with your eyes closed. The more familiar you are with it, the faster you can improve in battle."

Reagan whispered, and showed an impressive rate of fire, one arrow after another, without obvious aiming time, hitting five bulls-eyes from 240 to [-] feet in a row, and won the victory without any suspense.

Roy was convinced. The opponent's perception attribute was 7 points like him, and he could not see the target better than him, but his control over the crossbow was far beyond him.

"You still have to care and maintain it like an arm. A durable weapon is the life of a crossbowman, so you must cherish it."

The dwarf took a fine long-necked oil bottle and finely greased the arrow paths, crossbow blades and triggers.

"Under normal circumstances, the Mahakam crossbow can be used for several years, but there is a premise that it must be maintained every time the continuous shooting reaches [-] arrows. Do not shoot in the air, and do not wind for too long, otherwise the damage will accumulate and the service life will be greatly reduced. shortened."

"If you don't know how to maintain it, and the crossbow suddenly breaks down on the battlefield, you will pay the price with your life."

Roy thinks so.

"It's no wonder that after each battle, Leto has to wipe and oil the weapon for maintenance. I haven't paid much attention to it."

The other party's words really benefited him a lot. If the crossbow specialization skill also has experience, a large "plus sign" will appear.

Roy thought of the crossbow he brought out from Kaye, which had never been maintained from beginning to end, so he immediately asked the other party for a bottle of care oil.

"Now we're tied." Reagan smiled heartily, sweeping away the frustration of Kunt being abused in the game, "I can't wait to compete with you for drinking... The elder promised you to eat enough?"

Roy nodded, amused in his heart, it turned out that this guy had been thinking about free drinks.

Du Lu and Di Fu leaned forward with greedy faces, and the wine hit their nails.

"How about the third game tomorrow morning? Our four brothers have to stand guard from the afternoon to the early morning."

"Then as you wish, we'll meet in the bathhouse." Roy readily agreed, using free drinks to make friends with a few people, why not.

"Haha, happy enough, boy, I'm starting to like you now. Remember to oil my 'darling baby' after you go back, and take good care of it, if it breaks, you won't be spared!"

"Let's go, go to the bathroom first and call that idiot Bernie back!"

Chapter 45 Flames

"Puff, puff..." The heavy footsteps stamped out a layer of deep footprints on the snow on the ground.

The witcher lightly brushed off the snow and pine needles on his shoulders, looked up at the startled sparrow in the forest,

"How far is it from the destination?"

"Not more than half an hour." The white-haired dwarf gasped a few times behind him, and rushed to the witcher with a blushing face. "At that time, the body was found under the oldest pine tree in front." The dwarf kept looking around, looking nervous. He said, "Master Lei Suo, there will be no problems with just the two of us, don't we need to call more people?"

"Too many people make a mistake. Now tell me about the identity information of the deceased."

"Wait for me to rest for 2 minutes, your pace is really fast, how could that kid keep up before."

The dwarf rested on his knees for a while. When he was alone, Kelvin's attitude was not as mean as he was to Roy, and his demeanor and tone were respectful.

"The name of the deceased is Adria, he is 80 years old, a worker in the mine, and has a son and a daughter in Tanshan."

The white-haired dwarf hesitated for a second, "The remaining three dwarves who died had similar backgrounds. They were all mine workers. An accident happened while returning to Carbon Mountain after get off work."

Lesso stroked the rough bark beside him, "The secrecy work was done well. The villagers in Spongsol thought there were only four humans dead."

The dwarf smiled helplessly and said, "No way, if they know that the Mahakam guards have been killed, how can they work with peace of mind? The mine will suffer losses. In order not to cause large-scale panic, the news must be blocked, but it won't be long."

"A group of vampires." Lei Suo shook his head.

"Who spread rumors and told the villagers that the murderer was a ghost?"

"I don't know, but I hope the rumors come true. At least the ghosts won't be too scary to deal with."

The two turned around the hillside, and the entrance to the forest could no longer be seen clearly.

"Master Lei Suo, do you sympathize with those villagers?"

The witcher was silent.

Kelvin continued, "As far as I know, demon hunters suffer from verbal discrimination and insults in human society. No matter how many monsters you help humans get rid of and how many lives you save, they are still regarded as monsters."

"How is it different from a watchdog that comes when you call it and leaves it when you wave it away?"

The dwarf emphasized his tone, quickly raised his head to observe the expression of the demon hunter, and then couldn't help being disappointed, the other's face remained unchanged.

"Just tell me what's on your mind, don't go around and around."

"Okay." Kelvin shrugged and quickened his pace. "I think the demon hunters are on the same side as the ancient races. They are aliens in the eyes of humans. You have been wandering around and accepting commissions. Have you ever thought of settling down in one place?"

"For example?"

"For example, Carbon Mountain." The dwarf breathed out and said what he said from the bottom of his heart, "With your skill and profound knowledge, Carbon Mountain will give you a satisfactory position."

"Recruit me?" The witcher stopped suddenly, turned around and stared at the dwarf with amber pupils.

"Mahakan and Carbon Mountain are too cold and boring, not suitable for my temperament. In addition, I have a heavy responsibility, and I can't stay in Carbon Mountain for too long." Leaving these words behind, the demon hunter continued on his way.

Annoyance flashed across the face of the rejected dwarf, and he quickly regained his composure.

"Let's get back to the case. Do you have any clues about the murderer?"

As soon as the dwarf finished speaking, the witcher stopped, and made a silent gesture at him, then arched his body slightly like a cheetah.

Just about a mile into the forest here, there are more pine trees covered in silver, but the surroundings suddenly become quiet, there is no sound of small animals, even the sound of the wind disappears, it is as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, which makes one's scalp numb.

The dwarf quickly swung his warhammer, and he had an illusion that the pine trees around him changed strangely, turning into men with stiff expressions, watching coldly.

His hands trembled slightly, but his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

"Boom-"

Lei Suo bit off the cork of the potion in one bite, and while his Adam's apple was rolling, he gulped down the liquid in the bottle, and a purple-black blood vessel like an earthworm crawled along his chin and covered his cheeks.

The burly witcher was full of muscles, like an angry beast.

"Close to my back and cover each other."

The demon hunter said in a deep voice, and the two of them got close to each other instantly.

His right hand quickly drew a triangular rune in midair.

A faint green light shines brightly along the transparent traces, and while the dwarves are dumbfounded, a circular magic circle with a radius of about twenty feet emerges from the snow-covered ground.

Immediately afterwards, the yellow light flowed, and the Quen's shield enveloped the whole body of the demon hunter.

Almost at the same time, amidst the continuous howling, countless wolves emerged from the gaps in the surrounding forests.

With gray fur, emerald green eyes, and big scarlet mouths spewing hot air, the wolves lowered their bodies and roared, approaching the two of them step by step.

"Mahakam, what's the situation? I didn't have such bad luck before going to the forest to investigate!"

"Because we made 'it' feel threatened."