The Divine Hunter

, God-level Demon Hunter

In the moonlight, the witcher noticed another sluggish ghost shadow in the distance.

She was nearly 1.7 meters tall, with a hunched back, like an old woman with half a foot in a coffin.

It is still dark skin, exuding the fishy smell of mud and the rotten smell of corpse, a pair of small wing-like skeletal protrusions growing on the back, hair like tangled water plants, claws... A pair of claws is more than a werewolf. It was ferocious and terrifying, like a row of sharpened black iron awls.

When she saw the witcher, she suddenly rushed forward quietly and quickly like the ghosts she had encountered before.

"Clone of the Tomb Witch?"

Roy took out Gabriel as she approached and pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh-"

Under the cover of the night, the crossbow arrow silently crossed ten meters and hit the bullseye. The shadow monster had no room to react at all. An arrow pierced through the center of the forehead full of goose bumps, and the tail feathers trembled slightly.

According to the witcher's idea, if it is a normal tomb witch, she must scream in pain, pull out the arrow, revealing the flaw, and he will take the opportunity to approach and fight meleely.

However, the structure of the shadow is completely different from that of living creatures. It does not know pain and fatigue, and there is no blood flowing out of the wound. It is only a slight meal, and then like a frog that preys on mosquitoes, it spit out at the opposite crossbowman. A ten-meter tongue.

Quick, accurate, ruthless!

A black lightning flashed through the air, and Roy didn't even have time to move. A sticky, greasy tongue hit the lake girl's sword that he had placed in front of him as a shield.

"Clap--" Leaving behind a circle of white smoke and foul-smelling slime.

The tongue is extremely slender, but the power contained in it cannot be underestimated. The short contact made the witcher's mouth go numb, and the weapon in his hand almost didn't come out.

The long tongue also carries a strong corrosive venom.

Roy's footsteps were as nimble as a weasel.

The last time I met the Witch of the Crypt was in the village of Caye in Lower Posada, watching Leto and the Ox brothers besiege the thing.

At that time the witcher was in a great advantage, set up an ambush, waited for the work, and took down the witch's head in less than two minutes.

Now that he is one-on-one, he realizes the insidiousness of this guy.

Needless to say, if it hits his body directly, although it can't penetrate the flying lion monster's armor, the corrosive poison can also make him suffer a small loss.

"It's not worth exchanging injuries with a puppet, and there are more terrifying monsters behind."

So the witcher shot her two arrows in a row.

The first arrow was crushed by the tongue.

The second arrow hit the witch's bloated belly, the witcher's figure flashed, the space shuddered, ripples appeared, and instantly flashed behind her.

"Shh-"

The dark blade swept through the air, and Arrondette slashed the back of the witch's neck with a sword!

stuck in the bones.

Spilled blood!

The raging and wailing tomb witch turned and waved her claws.

And the witcher nimbly slid under her armpits and circled behind the tomb witch again! Dark Gold's pupils turned scarlet.

shock -

The witch was frozen in place, as stiff as a puppet.

The dark red blade was raised again, from left to right, slashing—

The blood light drew an arc.

The ugly and ferocious head rose up into the air and fell to the ground with a thud.

The large mouth of the blood basin above the head is still opening and closing "Kazkaz\

,"A disgusting tongue hangs softly between the jet-black teeth.

The headless corpse turned around twice, and fell to the ground with a "pop"!

"Kill the tomb witch, experience +80..."

Roy breathed a sigh of relief and walked out from behind the cover.

This tomb witch is already the fourth wave of monsters she has encountered, the second wave is two water ghosts, and the third wave is a ghoul.

After killing them, the experience pool is full before you know it, witcher LV6

But Roy did not choose to upgrade immediately. The full recovery state attached to the upgrade must be reserved for life-saving time. As the monster's challenge becomes more and more difficult, he may encounter an opponent he can't handle.

try{mad1('gad2');} catch(ex){} I glanced at the hourglass that kept passing, half an hour left...

"It sucks! Your performance is terrible! It took half the time to get here." Odim's sarcastic voice was everywhere, "Look at your sluggish reflexes just now, hiding behind rocks as timid as a mouse. Looks like, I can't believe that you can pass the official examination of the witcher, did the mentor open a back door?"

Roy sneered nonchalantly, continued to chase the moon in the sky, and ran forward.

After turning a few corners, he passed a small hillside, the ground was covered with chaotic weeds, and a magnetic and moving female voice came from it.

"Roy, come here... Let me take a good look at you."

The witcher turned his head hesitantly and looked over, a familiar face reflected in the dark gold pupils - long red hair hanging over his shoulders, blue eyes full of passion, moist diamond lips as delicate as petals, People can't help but taste her fragrance, this is a woman who exudes a mature style.

"Coral?" Roy was lost for a moment.

The sorceress leaned softly on the grass, her pretty face full of surprise and beckoned to him, the plump curves under her pale yellow lace dress undulating with her movements thrillingly, like a big ship sailing with full sails.

Following her slender waist, her slender wheat-colored thighs folded together, and her delicate toes painted with pink nails were exquisite like works of art, hooking playfully.

"Where are you going during this time?" the sorceress asked the witcher with some anger, looking into the witcher's eyes, "why didn't you come to me, do you know how much I miss you?"

"Tell me! Are you tired of me so soon? Why don't you change... Remember the bathtub in the lab?" The sorceress's cheeks flushed.

The witcher's heart moved, and he immediately lowered his head, avoiding the gaze of the other party.

A warm memory poured out uncontrollably in his mind.

He'll never forget his days in Vizima with Rita Neder, dating through a portal, talking about mutations, and joking around with everyday life, simple and happy.

Getting along with the sorceress day and night made the witcher rookie grow up rapidly, and he was confused and shaken, but after shaking, it was not the same as before. I will no longer easily indulge in Wenrou Township and be at a loss for whom.

As Leso said, who didn't go through a few unforgettable loves when they were young? Only through experience will you become mature.

"Coral, don't we communicate through telescopic mirrors every day? I'll visit you sometime!" The witcher waved goodbye to the sorceress, without taking any cloud away, turned his back gracefully, "but not now, wait. I solved the problem in front of me!"

He quickly left the side of the hill.

But the bewitching phantoms didn't stop, and the silver bell-like laughter was a series of coquettish laughter. Out of the corner of the witcher's eyes, he noticed that many different graceful figures appeared one after another on the hillside.

Not only humans, but also slender and slender tree spirits with green skin, night devils with coquettish tattoos on their horns, hoofs, and cheeks, pale and glamorous high-level vampires, mermaids with melodious voices...

It's dizzyingly many, more soul-stirring than the real thing.

But the will attribute is not in vain, the young witcher has a straight face, and the pace is amazing!

"Hahaha, I knew you would eat this, young man, are you surprised, moved, which one is your favorite?" Odim admired the witcher's gesture of ducking and fled, his tone joyous.

"Master Mirror... You used to develop a client into a lover?" The witcher calmed down his restless mood, and while rushing on his way, he returned the color, "How can you know so many races and understand their physical characteristics? You are so powerful Beings also possess human emotions?"

"I accept your compliment, witcher. But I have to remind you that the wind is still roaring, the rain is still pouring, and your life is in danger!" Odim said quietly. "Understood? Your time is too. Running out."

...

After the hillside, is a spacious cave, not far on the left.

But different from ordinary caves that are dark at night, this cave constantly radiates golden light, which is more eye-catching than moonlight.

Roy instantly thought of the cave where the dragon collected treasures in the legend.

"Walk in and remove everything, infinite wealth is at your fingertips!" A faintly shrill voice echoed in his ears.

try{mad1('gad2');} catch(ex){} As the treasurer of the Viper School, Roy usually worries about money.

Money is required for casting school equipment, food, clothing, housing, and transportation, not to mention more lofty ideals, reviving the Snake School and buying the dream vineyard.

There is no doubt that witchers need money, and a lot of money.

So he glanced into the cave, and thanks to his extraordinary vision, he clearly saw that not far from the entrance of the cave, there were several large boxy wooden boxes placed against the wall, the lids were completely open, and the jewels were shining. If the water is rippling.

Most of it was money, cute little crowns, orens, gold, and coins in circulation from even more ancient times that the witcher couldn't recognize.

There is also a huge amount of jewelry: sapphires, rubies, obsidian, crystals, agates, diamonds, topaz...so many that any sorceress could go crazy.

"Pity……"

The witcher swallowed, forcibly looked away, and left the cave.

There was a sound of "Huh" in the air, and even Master Mirror was surprised by his firm attitude.

In fact, if the labyrinth constructed by Master Mirror was exactly the same as Roy remembered, then he would still be able to take the property and get out.

But whether it was the bridge of memory, the vision of the beauty, or the cave full of wealth, all had strayed from his memory.

Will there be a change in the way the puzzle is finally solved?

The thought made Roy's heart tremble.

Be cautious, only by being cautious can you survive, maybe the few seconds saved now can decide the final victory, loss, life and death, Roy dare not be greedy.

What's more, the loot package was sealed, and it couldn't hold much if you wanted to.

He has twenty minutes left.

...

The witcher noticed a treasure standing on the side of the road in the distance. The dull blade was slanted into a pile of dry dirt on the steps. The cold moon shone, and the straight blade reflected the hazy moonlight.

The figure-eight-shaped sword grid and the straight and thin hilt are similar in structure to the snake-style silver sword.

According to the teachings of the master casting master Belengar, there is no doubt that this is a rare sword, as long as it takes a minute to run over and pull it out, you can take it for yourself, but unfortunately...

Roy glanced at it one last time, gritted his teeth, and gripped the hilt of the sword behind him comfortingly, "We already have Guvisher and Arrondette, enough, don't waste time here!"

He quickened his pace, leaving the sword behind him.

"Oh!" Clear applause sounded, "Man, you have something to do with the saint Rebecca? A box full of gold and peerless weapons can't stop your footsteps for a second, are you completely unmoved? "

"I used to think that your odds of winning were only 10%. Now, that probability has become 20%."

The witcher turned a deaf ear to Gaunt O'Dimm's words, climbed a few half-person-high stone stairs, and passed a dead banyan tree with a huge canopy that was three stories tall. At the end of the journey, a A quiet villa appeared in front of him.

It stands on the barren ground, silent, except for the unclean red light from the closed windows, like the pupils of hunting wolves in the dark night.

The witcher ran to the door along the spiraling stone staircase on the left. He saw the intricate and intricate carvings on the walls of the villa, as well as a huge stone sculpture standing in the courtyard outside the villa.

The stone sculpture is a female figure with a solemn face carrying a basin for baptism of newborns, which should be the priest of a certain church.

Beyond this statue, the top of the villa is the bright full moon.

Whether it was his illusion or not, the borders of the moon were covered with a layer of evil red light, which made people panic.

Fifteen minutes before everything was over, Roy walked to the end of the stone ladder, his eyes moved to the door of the villa, and suddenly solidified.

A black figure knelt down on one knee with a pestle at the door, with a medium build, with the facial contours of Roy Kuxiao, streamlined and lean muscles, a silver sword and a steel sword also wrapped around the sword belt behind him, and a pair of hand crossbows.

He was alarmed by the sudden intruder, the viper pendant between his neck swayed gently, and then he skillfully drew his five fingers to form a Kunen seal, allowing the yellow light to circulate on the dark skin.

Two witchers, one black and one white, sparks from the collision of two pairs of dark gold pupils.