God-level Demon Hunter

And the second time he caught a glimpse of the person who was hanged upside down, he immediately blew his beard and stared, dropped the prisoner, and swung his hammer and axe, like two charging rhinoceros, aggressively attacked the deer head spirit...

The Deer Shoujing didn't know what he was going to do to the young man, so he focused all his energy on him, and he didn't expect the surprise attack behind him at all, so he was caught off guard, and was hit hard with an ax and a hammer on his back.

Amidst the strange cry, the "petite" figure shuddered forward and almost didn't fall to the ground. The rough and tough body like bark was smashed into two big holes, and emerald green blood flowed out. .

Under the pain of the deer head, the wailing in his throat turned into a piercing growl, and he turned his body like a windmill, sweeping the two dwarves with his twisted arms.

The dwarf was short and fat, wrapped in bloated cotton armor and chain mail, but his movements were as nimble as a cat. Following the direction of the attack, he circled around the stag's head spirit of similar height, and waited for its strength to run out. Then he raised his two-handed weapon to block in front of his chest, and firmly received the attack.

It doesn't stop there.

The dwarf subtly lowered his hands and adjusted the direction of the force. The hammer head and the ax blade slid forward along the twig-like arm of the deer's head, and dragged out a section of sparks from the friction, which slid to its chest and back respectively. Two more blows!

In an instant, two huge gaps opened on the moss-covered body surface of the deer head essence, and emerald green blood poured down like a fountain.

Roy, who was tightly tied up and watched all the time, could notice that its HP dropped by half, leaving only 60 points.

He yelled desperately, but because his mouth was tightly pressed by the vines, he couldn't make a sound.

Deer Shoujing was completely enraged this time, and chanted the strange and obscure spell again.Compared with ordinary warlocks, its casting time is terribly short. It only needs a quick incantation to activate magic, and it is difficult for ordinary people to grasp the gap between attacks.

The two dwarves have already discovered the weakness of this guy. Although he has great strength, his reaction and movement speed are surprisingly slow.So he dragged his ax and warhammer around it, and the flames illuminated two scurrying figures on the ground.

It's like two cunning hyenas on the grassland, watching for the flaws of their prey.

Always be ready to look at the opportunity and come back a few times.

They didn't expect at all that two vines sticking to the snow broke through the ground silently and launched a sneak attack from the ground.

With a flutter and a tangle, the dwarf who couldn't react in time fell into the same fate as Roy. He was entangled in his heels and lifted upside down into the air, turning into a wriggling "human cocoon".

But this time, the deer head spirit did not intend to easily let go of the culprit that made it covered in green blood, a cold light shot from its eyes, and the withered palm suddenly let go.

The two dwarves were lifted up by the vines and then fell down suddenly, their heads came into close contact with the ground.

After a loud "bang", the vine quickly receded, and the dwarf brother collapsed on the ground, falling into a deep coma.

……

"Deve, Dulu!"

Roy yelled silently, a sour feeling welling up in his eyes.

"hateful!"

Suddenly, an arrow shot out from the entrance of the cave, hitting its face, and deeply inserted into the mask carved with white bones.

The torch showed Reagan's figure. The crossbowman's black hair was scattered behind his head, and his right thigh was stained with blood. He was obviously injured in the battle with the elves, but his face was still calm, and he shot the arrow smoothly. Using both hands and feet, draw the string and set the arrow to prepare for the second arrow.

Behind him, the flames cast a running figure onto the rock wall of the cave, and the bearded dwarf Bernie rushed out screaming, swinging his two-handed warhammer in mid-air, with great inertia and whirring The sound of the wind hit the howling deer head spirit.

40 lives left.

"Morning tap—"

Deer Shoujing covered his injured face with one hand, and uttered a vicious spell towards the charge.

In an instant, there was a strong earthy smell in the air, dust and sand rose up, and a cone-shaped thorn more than ten feet abruptly jumped out of the ground, forming a slanted barrier in front of the deer head spirit. , just blocked the charging dwarves.

The dwarf couldn't hold back his momentum, and slammed into it fiercely!

"boom--"

The ground shook, and amidst the loud noise, the dwarf was knocked unconscious by the force of the countershock, and his released weapon remained motionless.

"Snapped--"

The deer head spirit waved his hand again to block the crossbowman's arrows, and summoned vines to wrap around the dwarf crossbowman and hang him upside down.

At this moment, the battle came to an end. The flat ground outside the cave was full of wounded and corpses. The only one standing was a small monster bathed in red and green blood and with antlers on its head.

It had an arrow in its pale cheek, its chest beating like a broken bellows, and its panting was heavy and weary.

Step by step, he walked up to Roy, stared quietly, and sniffed his face, exuding the fragrance of grass, blood and earth.

"Is this the smell of the grave?"

He closed his eyes suddenly, and instinctively, his body began to tremble involuntarily, every finger, as well as the protruding blood vessels and veins on his neck were trembling.

Unable to control.

Waiting for Lu Shoujing's final verdict.

But the next second he thought of the dwarf whose life and death were uncertain, and a burst of anger surged in his heart, as if to set him on fire, bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes, and he struggled desperately in the vines.

The struggle lasted ten seconds.

The vines surrounding his body receded unexpectedly like a tide.

And the deer head spirit's cold, hard and withered hands pressed his spine and head respectively, making him bend down and prostrate on the ground with a huge force that he couldn't resist.

His cheek was stuck to the snow-covered ground, and he "humbled into the mud".

Deer Shoujing squatted down, raised his face, and made him stare at the pupils under the bone mask.

These eyes, with deep pity, were like a whirlpool, sucking Roy's mind into it.

"Kowtow to me!"

"Submit to me!"

"Trust me!"

A complex sound composed of hundreds of male and female voices rang strangely in my ears.

At the same time, the environment in front of him suddenly changed, and he had hallucinations, the vicissitudes of life, the time flies——

Suddenly, he left Carbon Mountain, left Mahakam, and came to a small village with beautiful mountains and rivers. He became a farmer who worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. They worshiped a god with a deer head and a human body enshrined in the village.

Blessed by it, the crops in the village can be harvested every year, which is enough for food and clothing. Then he got married and had children, and lived a fulfilling, simple and simple happy life.

Wife, children, children's children, the whole family began to believe in it and worship it!

For generations!

until death!

"No! It's fake! It's all fake!" Roy bit the tip of his tongue violently, the sharp sting and the sweet smell of blood made him wake up instantly, and the words of the witcher flashed in his mind,

"The deer's head essence will plant a mark on its followers, waiting for rebirth after death."

"Want to plant a mark on me?"

An extremely absurd feeling came to his mind, and Roy struggled more violently, but the strength of the deer's head spirit was so heavy that it restrained his body and repeatedly pushed him to the ground.

After a while.

He gave up, his eyes were confused, as if he had completely surrendered, and let the deer head spirit do what he did.

Feeling his change, the other party finally relaxed the restraint force, let him straighten up a little, then pressed his shoulder with one hand, and stretched out a sharp wooden thorn with the other hand, scratching the clothes and skin on the back, spewing blood Slowly outline the patterns of spider webs and antlers.

"What to do? Give in to it? No, never!"

Surrender to a monster and become its "slave" or "supply"?

How can a demon hunter bow down to a monster?

The confusion in Roy's eyes turned into firmness!

At this moment, he remembered something that had been left unused in the storage space for a long time.

"I still have a chance to come back!"

A pale yellow, cheese-like sphere suddenly appeared in his palm—it was the vomit of the child hunter ghost, which had properties similar to anti-magic metal, which made the witcher marvel at it.

Put your five fingers together and pinch the sphere tightly.

Roy raised his head, staring at the pale face of the deer's head spirit, a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes,

"Snapped!"

He suddenly broke free from the restraint, propped up his body, pressed his right hand firmly on the cheek of the deer's head essence, pressed on the arrow, and risked everything.

It seems to rub it into the body, crush it, and grind it into minced meat!

It stopped drawing the mark, let out a hoarse wail, and took a step back. Its face seemed to be corroded by acid and billowing white smoke came out, and its withered body trembled like a branch broken by a strong wind.

Roy finally broke free from the oppression, stood up, quickly took off the torch from the cave wall and threw it at the deer head spirit.

For an instant.

The flame ignited the fat on its body!It turned into a human-shaped torch, with its arms outstretched, burning blazingly, howling and jumping across the snow.

Roy's black pupils shot out a cold look, holding the crossbow in one hand, holding the arrow in his mouth, constantly pulling the string to set the arrow, pulling the trigger, and changing positions.

With limited magic power and extremely weak state, the deer head spirit can no longer get rid of this flame, even the most ordinary flame.

1 minute later.

In the clearing in the forest, outside the cave, the monster with its body full of arrows and pitch black fell to the ground, completely losing its vitality.

Roy looked at the charred corpse in front of him, put away his hand crossbow, and the corners of his eyes were inexplicably moist.

"Kill the Deer Shoujing, the experience value is +200, and you have unlocked a new template..."

Metamorphic armpit——

Staring at the words in the template, he just breathed a sigh of relief, and an extremely strong sense of crisis welled up in his heart.

The muscles all over his body tensed up like a cat with fur, and his body instinctively rotated backwards. He grabbed an arrow out of thin air in his hand, and with the inertia of the rotation, he stabbed sharply——

The feeling of poking a water bag.

The white-haired dwarf held the blood gushing from his neck, his pale beard was dyed blood red, and took away all his vitality. He staggered back two steps, staring at the young human, that face that made him hate,

The long and narrow eyes were filled with hatred and anger.

Why did the body lose control at the last moment of the shot, and what is the bloody light surging behind the opponent?

"Uh... you bastard!" Kelvin Huo's blood-stained mustache trembled as he mumbled the last words in his life.

The dagger in his hand fell to the ground, his extremely complex expression was completely frozen, and he fell straight backwards.

Do not look down.

"Kill Kelvin Hogg, experience +20!"

……

Roy sat slumped on the snow, mental and physical, boundless tiredness and pain resurfaced, and then his face tightened.

"Bernie!"

"Diff!"

"Drue!"

"Boss Reagan! Are you all right?" He couldn't help but lowered his head and choked out a sob.

After a while, there was a response from around.

"Don't worry... ahem... we have rough skin and thick flesh, so it's not easy to die!" The dwarf crossbowman panted heavily, barely supporting his body.

"Help me lift them up!"

The two quickly checked the three dwarves lying on the ground.

As relieved.

"They're all alive, they just passed out!"

"But Kelvin Hogg is dead, I'm afraid it will be a little troublesome." Reagan helped Bernie up, his carrot-thick thumb pressed hard between his nose and lips, a trace of worry appeared on his face.

"I killed him with my own hands, just push him!" Roy said without doubt, "Anyway, I'm not from Tanshan, and after I leave, the Great Elder can't do anything about it!"

Chapter 56 Career Templates

1260 12 Month 5 Day.

Tanshan ushered in a rare good weather, the warm sunshine broke through the ice and snow, the haze that had shrouded the entire city in recent days was cleared away, and dwarves with simple and honest smiles can be seen everywhere on the street.

In the square, several Tanshan residents discussed excitedly around the heads of the Scoia'tael and Deer Shoujing on the tall wooden frame,

"I happened to be on guard that night. I witnessed the demon hunter and his companions dragging the little monster into the valley. The death was really horrible. The whole body was scorched and shot into a hedgehog."

"Mahakan! I haven't seen such an ugly and scary guy in my life. If it is alive, I will run away at the first sight!"