God-level Demon Hunter

Halfway through, Roy bumped into Brandon who was rushing towards him like a little squirrel.

This little chubby man, I don't know if he has a special talent in magic tricks. It took only one month to learn all the little tricks he found on the Internet before: magical prophecy, catching grass in the air, piercing cloth with a fork...

Whether Brandon is suitable for being a bard, Roy doesn't know, but this guy must be suitable for being a juggler.

I have been entangled for a month, and the promise has already been fulfilled, so I don't have the patience to continue messing around with him.

"I've told you many times, I've taught you all that needs to be taught, just let me go, little slug!"

The little chubby's round eyes are full of curiosity, "Then you come to appreciate my improved trick. With this trick, the future bard will definitely be popular in the whole of Kaye, no, the whole of Lower Posada!"

"Not interested, I still have to work!"

"I'll give you the oil residue, Fletcher made it yesterday." Brandon's chubby face showed a flattering smile. Ever since he was a child, this spoiled and spoiled fat man has never begged anyone so much.

But this time he fell in love with magic tricks, and there was an unprecedented enthusiasm in his body.

"Then show him a show," Roy said resolutely, "Why don't you find your little followers, Mindy and the others are eager to cheer and applaud you."

"I dare to find my father? He still hasn't beaten my ass." Brandon took his hand and said relentlessly, "I can't always perform for those followers, it's too childish! If you don’t have a good opinion, you are the most expert.”

"I beg you!" Roy stared into his eyes and emphasized his tone, "I have a job and other important things. Can you give me some space? I'll play with you tomorrow."

Brandon was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head quietly.

……

Roy shook off the slug and arrived at the butcher's house. He saw two people in the yard fighting with a big white pig. Fletcher grabbed the pig's head, and the villagers grabbed the tail, and they were still dragged by it and ran around screaming. .

Roy hurried forward to help the two hold down the white pig, and it stopped completely after Fletcher administered anesthesia to the pig.

Fletcher sat on the pig's back, not too dirty, the flesh on his face trembled, and asked seemingly casually, "Roy, did you see that brat Brandon just now?"

"Well...he went to find some kids to show off his magic tricks."

"After killing this pig in a while, you call him back for me, the little bastard is waiting for nothing." Fletcher touched his nose and said in a low voice, "But I scolded this brat a little bit earlier. Ruthless, I'm afraid he'll run away in a broken heart."

Roy secretly complained that this is another hard-spoken and soft-hearted guy, and agreed to his request.

With the assistance of Fletcher, he skillfully killed the big fat pig with one knife. After the blood was almost drained, the experience value rose to [-]%. At this moment, Roy felt the whole template trembled very weakly, so he found an excuse , I found a secluded place to sit down.

A "+" sign appears behind the light green experience bar of the personal template.

When his thoughts were focused on the "+" sign, a new line of text appeared in the template: Level 1 (3/500)

At the same time, a faint warm current, like the legendary inner strength, true energy, and chaotic energy, flowed along the whole body.

A clear "+" sign appeared after each attribute and the skill "Slaughter".

Gain 1 attribute point and 1 skill point.

Roy suppressed the excitement in his heart and studied his attributes carefully.

Strength 4.2, stamina 4.1, and will 4.5 are weaker than adults. Even if you add a little bit, there is no advantage. As long as you continue to do this job and let your body develop naturally, the three attributes will increase, and there is no need to use precious attribute points.

As for the charisma attribute, he has no interest in becoming a gigolo, so he put it aside for the time being.

His focus is on the three attributes of spirit, perception, and agility.

These three attributes of him are no lower than that of an adult.Especially when the spirit has reached 6 points, when attribute points are scarce, he agrees to expand his own advantages rather than develop into a panacea.

However, Roy has not mastered any spells at present, and has no chance to come into contact with the spell-like seal of the demon hunter. The spiritual attributes that affect the power of spells will not be considered for the time being.

Perception and agility.

Dexterity improves reaction speed, improves his dynamic vision, and helps Gabriel a lot with the hand crossbow.It will be very helpful for his future plans.

And perception allows him to feel everything around him more clearly. It can be used for defense, predicting crises, and can optimize observation and vision. It can also be used with hand crossbows.

After Roy thought about it,

"Perception, it's up to you!"

With this in mind, the 5 behind the attribute changed to 6 with a slight jump.At the same time, a more intense heat flow slid over the eyes, ears, nose, skin, and between the eyebrows.

In an instant, he entered a wonderful realm, the world in front of him suddenly came alive, and a faint smell of blood came from the yard of the butcher's house in his nose; looking into the grass, he could clearly see the leaves hanging on the leaves. Dewdrops on the bed, colorful ladybugs; the warm and soft air flow passed through the fingertips, and swept towards the direction in front of him.

Everything became more alive and wonderful.

Roy was intoxicated in this weird state, and after a long time came to his senses, he casually added skill points to the newly unlocked skills, Slaughter Lv1 → Slaughter Lv2.

In the span of level 1, the damage increase and shock probability have actually increased significantly, from 5.00% to [-]%, but the body has not changed significantly.

Roy was overjoyed and more confident about the next plan.

Chapter 7 Missing

In the early hours of the morning, Roy was sleeping soundly in the warm quilt. He was dreaming that after he singled out Griffin, Higher Vampire, and Shadow Elder, a mirror merchant with a hooked nose and a mangy head appeared in front of him.

A sudden knock on the door woke him up.

"Susie, Old Moore, it's urgent, open the door!" Roy struggled to get up covered in cold sweat, and saw his parents standing at the door holding candles, and the burly butcher opposite him was explaining in a trembling voice with a terrified expression.

The night wind blowing in from outside the door woke him up completely from his daze.

What made that foul-mouthed butcher lose his temper so much?An answer flashed in Roy's mind.

"Uncle Fletcher, did something happen to Brandon?" He put on a thin linen jacket and walked to the old couple.

Under the light of the fire, the butcher's eyes were bloodshot, his lips were chapped, and he looked like an ant on a hot pot, anxious and emaciated.

"That brat..." Fletcher lowered his head, his hand holding the torch and his beard trembled slightly, "he disappeared and didn't come home tonight."

"Have you looked at Mindy's house? Will Brandon sleep at the boy's house that he plays with?"

Roy took a deep breath and tried to keep his tone calm, "There is also the old captain's tavern, he goes there occasionally."

"No one!" Fletcher shook his head. "I searched and asked everyone! Since noon, no one in the village has seen him again. Although the brat is naughty, he has never stayed outside so late."

"Don't worry, Uncle Fletcher, think carefully about where he might go? We will accompany you to find someone!"

"You can rest at home honestly," Old Moore pressed Roy's shoulder, "Susie and I went out to help!"

"Father, don't forget what job I did this month? I saw more blood than most people in their lifetime. Isn't it just at night? I'm not afraid." Roy looked calmly at the faces of the old couple. Turn around and squeeze their hands, "Trust me, I will protect myself."

Old Moore and Susie exchanged glances, sighed, and nodded.

This month, they felt the changes in their son more and more clearly. Roy was no longer weak and introverted. He had his own ideas. As long as he made up his mind, there was no way to convince Roy with their temper and personality.

Several people rushed out of the yard together.

Fletcher shook his hand. "Thank you, boy."

Roy felt the strength and nodded. He has seen the other party's care for the past month, so naturally he will not sit idly by.

Little Slug means the whole world to Fletcher, how sad would he be if he lost this child?

Roy had experienced the pain of losing a loved one, and he couldn't bear it.

……

Every house in the village was brightly lit. Not far behind Fletcher stood One-Eyed Jack, Blacksmith Psig, Night Watchman Thompson, and three honest male villagers. Hoes and pitchforks are well prepared.

"So few people? The village chief doesn't arrange for everyone to act together?" Roy was slightly disappointed.

"Ah..." One-eyed Jack pulled his beard and sighed, "The older you get, the more afraid you are of death. You said it's not safe to go out at night, and you only agree to send people to search tomorrow morning. It's not easy to gather so many people. Let's hurry up and wait until tomorrow." , Skellige's salted fish will stink..."

"Boss, don't pour cold water on him!" Pusig calmly glanced at the butcher, and reluctantly comforted him, "Little Brandon probably lost his way outside the village, he is a very clever child, Goddess Meritelli will bless him. "

However, everyone present knew in their hearts that in a small village surrounded by wilderness with few people, what does it mean to be missing?But no one wants to tell the truth.

There was a chill in Roy's heart, and he suddenly remembered his bad attitude towards Brandon in the morning.

What if an accident happens to Brandon?I can't escape the responsibility!

"No, we must find him."

"Let's divide into two teams and take care of each other... Search in the east and west directions outside the village. Don't go too far. If you really don't find it, come back quickly." The night watchman said, taking Roy, blacksmith Pussig, and one-eyed Jack together. , the butcher Fletcher, and were assigned to their own team, while Susie's old couple searched the west with three villagers.

"Father, Susie, don't worry about me. I'm safe with the blacksmith uncle taking care of me. You also need to protect yourselves!" Seeing that their son's side was equipped with better equipment, the two nodded.

In the order of blacksmith, butcher, Roy, tavern owner, and night watchman, the five stepped into the darkness outside the village with a torch in hand.

No one knew what dangers lurked in the darkness, but the wilds of Lower Posada were never short of ferocious dogs, wolves, and other ghostly things.

……

The autumn night in Aden was extremely cold, the temperature was close to zero, and Roy couldn't help shivering.

The full moon hangs high in the night sky, casting a bright light, and there are some strange calls faintly around, like insects, or something else.

Under the moonlight, the golden ears of wheat swayed gently with the night wind, and the green and tender hops swayed with a faint bitter taste, but there was no response.

The crowd first searched along the farmland near Kaye, calling out Brandon's name.

Although there are torches and moonlight, the field of vision is still greatly suppressed, and most people can only see clearly about ten or so nearby objects.

But that's just for ordinary people.Roy was surprised to find that his vision was not much worse than during the day, and he could see clearly even objects beyond 30 pm.

He realized that this was due to the enhanced vision produced by the 6-point perception, which he was not mistaken.

An hour later, the five people searched all the farmland in Kaye Village, but they couldn't find any clues. The faces of the people became more and more tense, knowing that the longer the delay, the lower the probability of finding the child.

Old Jack had been paying attention to the expressions of other people, and at this moment he stopped and asked again, "It won't work if you search around like this. Fletcher, if you think about it carefully, where might that kid go? "

The butcher squatted down in pain and hugged his head. "The stinky boy often talks about going to the big city to become a bard, but he never leaves Kaye, a small country place. At most, he goes fishing in the small river next to the village, but he won't go too far."

"I haven't fulfilled my promise yet, send him to Van Gerberg and Oxenfurt to have a look."

Roy on the side sighed secretly when he heard the words, and after a while, a thought came to his mind.

"Uncle Fletcher, where is your wife, Brandon's mother... buried?"

The butcher looked sad when he heard the words, "Anna died of whooping cough for three years and has been buried in..."

"The cemetery!" The butcher suddenly stood up excitedly, "Anna is buried in the cemetery on the east side of the village. Do you think the brat will go there? I used to take him to worship every once in a while. I haven't been there for a few months."

"What are you waiting for?! Go to the cemetery!"

The place where the remains of the villagers of Kaye are buried is about 3 miles from the east end of the village, and there is a grass-covered path between the two places.People held torches and ran wildly along the road in the night.

Roy was out of breath as he ran behind several big men, and soon beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. His physical fitness was slightly inferior to that of an adult, but he couldn't stop a father who was worried about his child from slowing down. He could only bite tooth.

Old Jack wasn't feeling well either. He was a lot older, he drank a lot of alcohol on weekdays, and his physical fitness was also weaker than ordinary people.

After rushing for about a mile, Roy's left eyelid twitched suddenly, and a warning signal rose in his heart for no reason, and he couldn't help shouting, "Be careful!"

As soon as the words fell, a few strange green lights suddenly flashed across the lush and dark bushes around the crowd.

No, it was a pair of pupils like will-o'-the-wisps.

Accompanied by a burst of noisy, depressing and low-pitched roars, several ferocious and terrifying wolf shadows under the moonlight blocked their way.

Chapter 8 Arrows in the Dark Night

Dense will-o'-the-wisps wandered, they were groups of wolves with mottled fur and thin stature.

Under the threat of the flames, they surrounded the five people not far or near, grinning at them with white teeth showing, as if they were ready to pounce at any time.

From a rough look, there are about twenty of them, and the calf-like stature makes people look cold.

Everyone subconsciously formed a circle and drew out the steel swords around their waists.

Roy was spontaneously protected by four big men, and the wolves were less than [-] years away from each other. He could smell the moldy and spoiled flesh and blood on the wolves.

His pupils were occupied by pairs of cruel eyes full of desire for flesh and blood.

No matter where you have seen this group of wild predators, it is far less shocking than the shock of personal contact!

Unable to restrain himself, he felt his body begin to tremble slightly. The wolves were by no means the animals that had been anesthetized and tied up in a slaughterhouse.The fangs and claws of these predators can easily tear through human skin.

"Be careful, the beasts are cunning!" One-eyed Jack slowly waved a torch to drive away the wolves.The old sailor had obviously experienced a lot of battles when he was young, and there was no fear on his face, and he looked extraordinarily calm.

Butchers and night watchmen are people who have seen blood, and their hands holding steel swords are very steady.

The blacksmith stared at the brown eyes, and looked around at the wolves provocatively.He holds the steel sword in both hands on his right waist, with the blade slanted upwards like a plow for plowing the land.

The spine is straight, the figure is relaxed, bowed slightly, the left foot is pointed at the wolves with the front toe, and the right foot is kept at a 45-degree angle behind the back. This citizen of Skellige has obviously received professional sword training. The posture, the movement of swinging the sword, is rigorous and smooth.

In the whole team, only Roy performed the worst, his face was pale and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"Guys, follow me and walk forward slowly. Don't panic, don't run." Following Jack's steady voice, everyone moved slowly towards the cemetery like a small fortress.

Unexpectedly, just two or three steps away, the wolves were enraged, and howled several times, and the wolves standing in the front rushed towards them like a gust of wind.