God-level Demon Hunter

In the blink of an eye, accompanied by a strange and dull cry of pain, the huge palm of the monster shrank back, and another figure appeared beside the dwarf.

This figure looked "petite" compared to the deer head spirit, but it gave the dwarf a rock-like indestructible feeling.

"Master Lei Suo!"

Boots exclaimed in ecstasy, with snot and tears streaming down his nose for a moment, this kind of near-death experience shouldn't be too exciting.

"keep quiet!"

The demon hunter, it was Leto, stood firmly in front of the dwarf.

His face was covered with ferocious blood vessels induced by the potion, his hands crossed the dagger smeared with pale yellow sword oil on his chest, and the spine of the sword was stained with bright red blood.

That's from the women's Scoia'tael before.

The distance between the deer head spirit and the demon hunter was less than [-] years, and he could even smell the mixed smell of mud and grass on the opponent's body, as well as the faint but lingering bloody smell.

The emblem on the witcher's chest suddenly hummed, and at the same time the ground under his feet wriggled violently as if alive.

They seem to be on the lips and tongues of animals!

"Snapped--"

A python-like vine suddenly broke through the snow-covered ground and leaped up, bringing a gust of wind and rolling over. The dwarf screamed loudly, and the dagger in the demon hunter's hand drew a beautiful straight line.

The vine was cut in two!

While the emerald green juice was spraying, two vines fell to the ground, and then rolled tenaciously on the ground like severed earthworms.

"Fool! Don't just yell, take it!"

Buzz hurriedly picked up the throwing knife dropped by the witcher, then smiled wryly.

"You let me, a cripple, use a palm-sized throwing knife to fight those horrible things?!"

But he didn't have any more chances to complain, the second, the third, amidst the strange cry of the deer head spirit, dozens of vines covered the sky and rolled towards the two of them, like a curtain like sea water, crashing down,

The demon hunter grabbed the dwarf and rolled to the side, and the vine continued to pounce on it like a tarsal maggot.

Wrap the two in it.

On the ground, a huge round cocoon suddenly appeared.

The deer head spirit sighed, took a step forward and approached the giant cocoon, and then stretched out a pointed, thin, wrinkled palm.

Close up, hold tight!

The giant cocoon, or the sphere formed by countless vine snakes, suddenly began to squirm with the movement of the deer head spirit, and it became tighter and tighter, shrinking inward...

"Here, here." There was a scalp-numbing friction sound from inside the ball.

"Ka——" There was a crisp sound like breaking an egg shell, and the huge body of the deer head spirit took a step back involuntarily.

If it still has fresh cheeks, it must be able to see the expression of horror.

"Ka——ka——" a series of strange sounds followed, until at a certain moment, the giant cocoon suddenly stopped shrinking, and the vines on the surface trembled and trembled violently, and the low-pitched humming resounded through the long night.

Just like snakes, insects, rats and ants seeing their natural enemies, trembling in fear, unable to control themselves!

Under the deep gaze of the deer head spirit, a ray of light shot out from the giant cocoon, and along with it, the vines seemed to be stripped from the surface of the giant cocoon by invisible hands, and fell to the ground deflated, without any vitality anymore.

You can also see that the vines are steaming like they are roasted.

The deer head spirit opened its arms, and the front end turned into two sharp wooden thorns in mid-air, piercing the ball, but what greeted them was a raging tongue of fire—the dazzling fire flashed away in the cold and silent night , the deer head spirit hugged its two arms covered with sparks and backed away screaming.

And the witcher knelt on one knee, propping his body up with a dagger, panting, his whole body was bleeding red.

Even though he broke free from the strangulation, he still felt uncomfortable. There were bloodstains on his face like a centipede, and the strangled leather armor was riddled with blood.

The dwarf Boots was lying directly on the ground, dying with his eyes closed.

"Hong Da, Morata..."

The Deer Shoujing began to chant the spell again while the demon hunter was panting, and a long howl of wolves came from a distance to meet the spell.

The demon hunter first drew a spell in mid-air, and a green light rushed into the pupil of the deer head spirit, making it startled and interrupting the casting.

Immediately afterwards, the demon hunter took the opportunity to drop an alchemy bomb at its feet.

Amid the crisp sound of glass breaking, white smoke mixed with black particles enveloped Lu Shoujing's body, and the magical power in his body was immediately sealed, cutting off contact with the earth and the forest.

Deer Shoujing let out an exclamation and hurriedly exited the smoke.

The two-handed daggers crossed in mid-air, drawing a sparkling cross, and the demon hunter suddenly rushed towards the opponent.

Boots, who was lying on the ground like a cripple, never expected that he would be able to witness a peak duel between a demon hunter and a monster up close.

After the anti-magic metal bomb detonated, Lu Shoujing's ability to cast spells was completely sealed, and he could only choose to fight the demon hunter hand-to-hand.

The size gap between the two confronting parties is equivalent to that of a giant and a dwarf. It is really funny, but also very dangerous.

The former is extremely powerful and invulnerable, and every attack with his arms and thighs can leave a deep hole in the ground, but after losing his magical power, the mountain forest that originally trapped the two of them has become its cage.

It's like a giant wearing a small tights. The narrow space completely limits the performance of the deer head spirit. When waving its fists and feet, it will bump into snow-covered pine trees without paying attention.

On the other hand, in the eyes of the dwarves, the huge demon hunter has a speed that is completely inconsistent with his figure. It seems that he has wings and his steps are extremely flexible. He narrowly missed the monster's minions several times.

If the Staghead tries to jump past the Witcher and attack the Dwarves, he is burned away by a Mark of Igni.

The demon hunter is extremely cunning and never greedy to attack. Every time the short sword touches it, it retreats immediately, never giving it any chance.This is how the snake hunts. The two short swords are like the fangs of a viper. Every time the deer's head spirit attacks, it bites like lightning, injects venom, and then hides behind the bushes.

Snakes are deadly and highly poisonous, and the poison of the demon hunter is the residual sword oil and special poison applied to the dagger.

The monster has solid skin and iron bones, and the stabbing of the short sword cannot cause much damage to it, but as long as the outer skin is scratched and stained with emerald green blood, the sword oil and poison will immediately penetrate into the body of the deer head essence, crazily corroding and destroying it, Cumulative toxicity.

Looking from a distance, a giant roared in the forest, and a ghostly figure dodged around it.

After 2 minutes of intense close combat.

The surface of Lu Shou Jing's body was already riddled with holes, covered with dense wounds, stained with green blood all over.

The demon hunter was also hit twice, the corner of his mouth was bright red, his right arm was twisted into a deformed shape and hung limply on the side, his eyes were still calm and calm, and the last Igni sign blasted towards the huge monster,

Then he took a deep breath and lowered the dagger in his hand.

All of a sudden, "Puff...Puff..." streams of green blood sputtered out of the deer head spirit like a fountain, like a leaky ship sinking into the bottom of the sea.

Facing the two of them, the deer head spirit's huge body slowly sat on the ground, his limbs spread out on his back, the heaving of his chest gradually stopped, and his deep eyes lost their luster.

"Bo..." The demon hunter bit open a bottle of emerald green "Swallow" and drank it down.After a while, the shocking wound on the surface of the body stopped the blood.

He was still staring at the monster vigilantly. At the same time, he gently fumbled and moved his left hand on his right arm. Amidst the brittle sound of bones that made the gums sore, the right arm barely returned to its normal shape. The demon hunter lifted the seriously injured dwarf, After feeding a bottle of calendula potion, the dwarf couldn't help frowning because of the bitter herbal smell in his mouth, and he woke up.

"Master... the monster... died? Did we survive?"

In the vision of the dwarves, the deer head spirit half stepped into the coffin, but there was still no one to give him a fatal blow.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, born in the mountains, and died in the mountains, this is the destination it deserves. But it needs to live a little longer." After the demon hunter finished speaking, his face sank—the deer head spirit's huge The body suddenly turned into a puff of smoke strangely and dissipated in the air.

Chapter 54 Sneak Attack

Time forward, outside the entrance of the fifth mining area.

Five ghostly figures crawled behind the icy and snowy tree, staring at the trail ahead without blinking. Two of them were carrying crossbows, and three of them were carrying two-handed weapons.

"Roy, we have been watching for half an hour, are you sure Kelvin will come out?"

Reagan stroked his ice-covered beard with helplessness, and the other three dwarves also pricked up their ears.

Hearing this, Roy took a breath of warm air into his palms to relieve the coldness of his body a little.

"Brothers, be patient, I have reliable news!" Roy's deep voice revealed fear, "Just have time, review the plan again!"

"Kill the Scoia'tael!" Du Lu said in a deep voice,

"Catch alive... open... Kelvin." Bernie clenched his fists and said excitedly,

"Uh..." Difu's tone faltered, and he touched the back of his head, not knowing what to shout.

"Safety first! If there is a big difference in strength, let's run away!" Roy's knuckles turned white nervously, feeling uneasy in his heart, "Boss Reagan arranges everyone's tasks according to the situation! If the deer head spirit revives during the battle, remember, Fight it with fire!"

Although the demon hunter said that there are only four Scoia'tael, and the enemy is in the open, they are in the dark, and they have the upper hand.But who knows if something unexpected will happen?

"Don't worry, we've all remembered it!" Reagan blushed, "Damn it, I've long since disliked those related accounts, so shoot their balls!"

Suddenly, several people held their breath, and a figure came into his sight - white hair and white beard, carrying a war hammer, carrying a kerosene lamp out of the gate of the mining area.

"Here we come!" They cheered up.

……

Under the darkness of night, the white-haired dwarf walked for 10 minutes along the rutted road, then turned suddenly and plunged into the woods beside the road.

Roy and the four dwarves showed strange expressions when they saw this, and quickly followed in...

A full moon hangs in the sky, and the flawless moonlight illuminates footprints of different depths on the snow-covered ground. The footprints drill into the woods and extend far away to the inaccessible places.

In the dark, cold, and frighteningly quiet cedar forest, the five of them walked all the way. Every time they walked a certain distance, Roy would carve the Snake logo on the nearby pine trees.

Half an hour later, they came to a secluded cave.

In sight, the white-haired dwarf suddenly clasped his index fingers in his hands and whistled sharply.In response, after 1 minute, two figures with torches came out of the cave.

The dim yellow light of the fire vaguely illuminated their appearance, with pointed ears, chins, and slender bodies, and just looking at them gave people a feeling of extreme flexibility.

The elf male on the left is wearing a dark green canvas jacket with light leather armor inside, and old buckskin boots under his feet.There is a short bow and quiver on the back, and a sword is pinned to the waist.

The female elf on the right has exquisite facial features and fair skin. No obvious weapons can be seen from all over her body. She wears a prism-shaped amulet around her neck, and her figure is slimmer and slimmer.

They stuck torches on the wall outside the cave, and they talked with Kelvin Hogg in low voices, the distance was too far, and the voice was indistinct.

The four dwarves peeking from the tree trunks and bushes in the distance all looked excited. Bernie even covered his open mouth, trembling with excitement.

two elves?Why is half of it missing, staying in the cave?

Even if Kelvin is added, if nothing happens, I can handle it here!

Roy breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at the two elves.

托斯

Age: 70

Sex: Male

Occupation: Member of the Scoia'tael Party

HP: 60 (parasitic)

Attributes:

Power: 5

Agility: 7

Constitution: 6

Perception: 7

Will: 5

Glamour: 6 points

Spirit: 5 points

skill:

Bow Specialization Lv5

One-Handed Sword Specialization Lv5

The Elegance of the Wind (Passive Solidification): The elf has an elegant appearance and body, and his movements are as sharp as a cheetah, Charm +1, Dexterity +1.

slightly……

Tilia

Age: 60

Gender: Female

Status: Member of Scoia'tael, Warlock

Life: 50

Mana: 150