The Divine Hunter

  Chapter 10 Adventure

   Half conscious and half awake for two days. On the third morning, Roy's fever subsided and the person came back to life. The old couple taking care of him couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. They were also terribly scared these nights, especially seeing the one-eyed Jack and the night watchman walking with them all covered in blood and wounds, thinking that they would lose the child again.

  Aunt Susie sat on the straw mat, clutching his hand tightly, her slightly swollen face was full of love.

"We've heard Thompson talk about the cemetery. The Fletcher family should be so... I believe they will be reunited in the kingdom of the goddess Meritelli... You have done your best, boy, stop thinking about it and try to get close to that monster. Now give me peace of mind to rest in bed. If you are gone, what should I do with Old Moore?!"

  Looking at the concerned eyes and old faces of his parents, Roy couldn't help feeling a trace of guilt in his heart.

  He still remembers that in half coma and half awake, the old couple took turns to accompany him, feeding him boiled food from time to time. I am afraid that they haven't closed their eyes much in the past two days.

  But he couldn’t help it...Obviously, the Northern Territory War hadn’t come yet, suddenly a terrifying cemetery monster appeared, posing a deadly threat.

  This bad world.

  Natural and man-made disasters, unknown threats will not give him time to grow slowly, he must actively seek growth.

  The deep sense of powerlessness yesterday, he never wanted to experience the second time.

   "Father, how does the village decide?"

"The day before yesterday, the village chief took a carriage to the city to find the lord lord for help..." Old Moore's tone was full of uncertainty, and all three of them knew from the bottom of their hearts that the lord of Posada was not a good person. Such a remote village died. A few people couldn't be more normal. Lord Lord's soldiers are the most active only when collecting taxes, and they are sure to run faster than anyone in dealing with monsters. In Kaye Village, at most, someone will come to ask a few questions without pain.

   "The people who went with me posted a notice on the bulletin board in the city, waiting for the demon hunter to accept the order. It will be a month or two, there will always be news...Don't worry about it."

  Roy sighed, still very disturbed.

  Lying on the bed for two days, the whole person was rusty. He wanted to go for a walk and go to the tavern to see old Jack. But under the strong request of the old couple, they lay down until noon before they could get out.

  There is a strange atmosphere in the village. A few people on the street came and went in a hurry, worries and trepidation hung between their eyebrows. The people who used to greet the roadside in the past walked away, and the farmland outside the village was nowhere to be seen.

  Most of the villagers hid in their homes and looked at the situation outside nervously through the window. No one knew whether the monsters in the cemetery would come to the village to abduct people, so they had to stop all their daily activities.

  Occasionally, there are cries of children coming out of the house, and arguing between men and women, adding to the ominous feeling.

  The bulletin board in the center of the village, which was originally covered with cobwebs and had been idle for a long time, was cleaned up, and a commission was placed again. It's a pity that Roy can't recognize a few common words.

  Wait to the tavern, Jack was sitting alone in front of the wine cabinet in a trance.

  The old man’s waist wound was replaced with a white bandage, his body was smelling of strong herbs, his face was tired, his eyes were bloodshot, and his mental state was bad. I lost Pusig's friend who had followed him for decades overnight, and his whole person was much older, his hair and beard were dyed with dazzling white snow, and the look of the past was lost in one eye.

   "You are here, boy, are you better?"

   "Well, it's all right." Roy sat beside him and fell silent. He didn't know what to say. He was just a deserter that night.

"Come with me for a drink," a trace of pain flashed across the old Jack's face, and he poured two glasses of wine, not sweet and sour fruit wine, the alcohol smell was quite pungent, "the old man is gone, there will be no one in Kaye Village to accompany you anymore. I drank dwarven spirits and beat Quint..."

  "Respect Pushig!" Roy's heart trembled, and he took a sip from the glass, and the strong and scorching spirit lit a fire in his chest, making him make a decision.

  "One more glass, to Fletcher..." Roy took a deep breath and paused, "And the slug."

  Waiting for him to drink flushed like a vent, Old Jack stopped his movement. Talked about the situation these few days.

  The village sent people to the barracks in Posada City for help, but they were unsurprisingly rejected. Just as Roy had thought before, the army would not be dispatched at all if it weren’t for a large-scale monster chaos and bandit invasion.

  There is another thing that the old Moores didn’t tell Roy that Kaye had died of four people.

  In addition to the butcher Fletcher and his son, and the blacksmith Pusig, another villager has disappeared in the past two days. Perhaps this stunned young man did not want to live, and ran to the cemetery alone in the evening, but he never returned.

  Ordinary people can only be tortured when they encounter that thing.

  Roy finished listening and stopped talking, but after seeing the bad state of old Jack, he swallowed the words into his stomach and left the tavern.

  In fact, as a player who has indulged in games, he has learned about the various monsters brought by the celestial sphere rendezvous. Looking back now, he was 90% sure that the monster entrenched in the cemetery was a bloodthirsty creature called the crypt witch. I like to use a long tongue like a hidden weapon to knock the bones and **** the marrow of the corpse. If the corpse is eaten up, some particularly vicious individuals will go to the human gathering place to hunt, bury the captured living people underground and wait for it to rot before enjoying.

  More importantly, he also knew the weakness of this thing.

  Crypt witches usually make their homes close to the cemetery, just like this one who directly occupied the house of the tombkeeper Gunger. But they have a big weakness-they are afraid of the sun and their combat effectiveness will drop drastically during the day.

   But even if he told the villagers, would anyone believe it? How should he explain the source of the news?

  Can't gather more than a dozen people, even in the face of a weakened version of the tomb witch, it still won't play a big role.

  ...

  The blacksmith and the butcher were sacrificed, and there was no relative in the village who inherited the property. Susie's distant relatives beyond three generations are not counted.

The property they left behind is temporarily managed by the village chief. Once confirmed dead, Roy believes that some of it will be greeted by ink, some will be dedicated to the lord of Lower Posada by soldiers, and the last part will be retained as a reward for hiring a demon hunter. , One hundred crowns?

  The money and valuables of the two families were taken away by the village chief for safekeeping, but there were other things left in their house.

  Roy sneaked into the blacksmith's house and carried out a big raid. More than fifty crossbow arrows, a used steel sword, torch, grease, and a few strong hemp ropes were all stored in the storage space.

  At the butcher’s house, dozens of pounds of raw meat were taken away. In the storage space, everything was in a static state, and food, raw meat and the like would never deteriorate.

  He also found a fist-sized bag of yellow powder in the closet as he wished. Fletcher usually used the powder to anesthetize animals. When fed with water in a fingernail-sized amount, he could disable a two-hundred-pound animal in a few minutes.

  This powder is also the core of his plan.

  The storage space is full.

  Finally, Roy took away the short knife that had been used by butchers for more than ten years and killed countless animals.

  The entire knife has a long and short forearm and a boat-like shape. The blade is sharp and white, and the blade and back are dark-brown. They are stained with animal blood accumulated for many years. No matter how you wash it, there is a lingering blood.

   "Uncle Fletcher, little slug, uncle blacksmith, if there is a chance," Roy swore in his heart, "I will use this knife to avenge you and cut off that stubborn head!"

The battle with the wolves and the cemetery witch has changed his mind. He is more deeply aware that the place where he lives is no longer a peaceful world before. If he wants to obtain peace by hiding and escaping, he can only get the opposite result. .

   Losing the stable source of experience as the butcher apprentice, Roy plans to change to a faster way and take some risks.

  ...

  The cemetery is located in the east of Kaye Village. The four dead villagers are enough for the cemetery witches inside to eat for a while. During this time, it is unlikely to leave the cemetery to hunt.

  However, to be on the safe side, Roy set the next plan to the west of Kaye Village, far away from the cemetery, in the woods less than one mile away.

  During the day, he went to the woods to step on a spot, inspect the environment, find a suitable big tree, and make sufficient preparations.

  At night, while the old Moores were asleep, they tiptoed out, waiting for the patrolling night watchman to go around the other side of the village, secretly leave the village and go to the big tree that was inspected during the day.

  Then he tied a few pieces of raw meat that was prepared in advance and smeared with anesthetic powder under the tree. The meat was specially made **** and smelly by him to better attract the target.

  After doing all this, Roy quickly climbed the tree, lit the torch tied to the branch, took out Gabriel, put up the arrow, closed his eyes and took a nap, and waited quietly...

   During the whole process, Roy kept taking deep breaths, not only afraid of attracting horrible things, but also worried that it would be a useless work, and no beast would take the bait.

  But there is no turning back arrow in the bow.

  The bright moonlight shines through the gaps in the forest, and outlines a mottled brilliance on a young and determined face.

  Roy pursed his lips, slowed his breathing motionless, waited fearfully for about an hour, and when a dog barked in the distance, he knew he had succeeded.

Five or six wild dogs with red eyes hungry drilled out of the bushes, frantically snatching a few pieces of raw meat tied to the twine, eating drool, messy blood all over the floor, and even two wild dogs Biting each other because of food robbing. When the meat was completely eaten, they barked at the people on the tree with teeth full of minced meat and blood, and barked.

  Roy's eyelids jumped, he suspected that these gray-haired beasts had rabies virus on them, but he was not surprised.

"Dog things, come up and bite me!" He sat on the tree, yelling provocatively at the wild dog, pulling the trigger, shooting the target under the tree... He was also smeared with potion on the crossbow arrow, trying to be foolproof. .

  Shooting conditions like this are not much different from the last four-person protection situation. Roy occupies an absolute geographical advantage. After an actual battle, his mentality became more mature, his hand holding the crossbow was more stable, and his head was better. Three Arrows sent away two arrogant wild dogs.

  When the remaining wild dogs found that something was wrong and wanted to escape, the anesthetics in their bodies began to take effect, and fell to the ground limply after running out less than a few dozen late.

  Roy didn't rush down to harvest. He straddled the tree slowly, one arrow after another, until three tips for gaining experience appeared in the template, confirming that all the fainted wild dogs were shot to death.

  Level 1 (123/500)

"A total of 50 points of experience. Both wild dogs and wolves have 10 points of experience. It is much faster than being an apprentice butcher. You can level up as long as you come here eight times." Roy looked at the dead dog corpse with arrows in his heart. Heavy.

  Risks are proportional to returns, and his dangerous actions were finally in vain.

  Continuing to take a nap in the tree, confirming that there is no danger around him, Roy went down to retrieve the arrows and tools, dragged the dingo’s carcass to the hard mud ground next to him, piled it up with grease, and ignited, then turned back to the village.

  ...

  The action was very smooth, and the whole process was unpredictable. Roy still had time to wipe his body with cold water to wash away the faint smell of blood.

  In the next period of time, he would go out hunting almost every night, and at the beginning, he could have a harvest at most three nights.

  The bait animals are all kinds, including wild dogs, wolves, foxes, wild boars...Even a gigantic grizzly bear came, grabbed the meat from the twine and rushed back to the woods, Roy did not dare to catch up.

  None of these animals have more than 10 points of experience. When the raw meat in the space is used up, he cuts meat from the prey. As a butcher apprentice, the operation is quite skilled.

  But it’s a pity, although he would change a place every time he set up a trap, and even visited the woods on the north and south of the village, the frequency of prey hooking could not be reduced after half a month.

  It takes only five days to bump into it. Obviously, the animals in the woods have a defensive heart.

  The speed of gaining experience fell again, until one night a month later, when the last wild dog was shot to death, Roy finally accumulated experience.

  (End of this chapter)