The Divine Hunter

   Chapter 59 Flame

   "Puff, puff..." Heavy footsteps stamped the snow on the ground into a deep footprint.

  The demon hunter gently wiped the snow and pine needles off his shoulders, raised his head and glanced at the alarmed sparrow in the forest.

  "How far is it from the destination?"

"No more than half an hour." The white-haired dwarf behind him took a few breaths and rushed to the demon hunter with a flushed face. "At that time, the corpse was found under the oldest pine tree ahead." The dwarf kept looking around, looking nervous. Said, "Master Reso, just the two of us won't have a problem, don't you need to call more people?"

   "A lot of people have made a mistake. Now let's talk about the identity of the deceased."

   "Wait for two minutes for me to rest, you are so fast, how could that kid keep up before."

  The dwarf rested on his knees for a while. When being alone, Kelvin's attitude was not as mean to Roy, and his tone of expression was respectful.

   "The name of the deceased was Adria. He was 80 years old this year. A worker at the mine had a son and a daughter in Tanshan."

  The white-haired dwarf hesitated for a second, "The remaining three dwarves have similar backgrounds. They were all mine workers. There was an accident while returning to Carbon Mountain from get off work."

  Resso rubbed the rough bark around him, “The secrecy is done well. The villagers in Sponsol thought there were only four humans who died.”

  The dwarf smiled helplessly, "There is no way, if they know that the Mahakam guard was killed, how can they work in peace? The mine will suffer losses. In order not to cause a large-scale panic, the news must also be blocked, but it will not last long."

  "A group of vampires." Resso shook his head.

  "Who spread the rumors and told the villagers that the murderer was a ghost?"

   "I don't know, I hope the rumors come true, at least the demon will not be too scary to cope."

  The two turned the hillside, and the entrance to the forest was no longer clear.

  "Master Reso, do you sympathize with those villagers?"

  The witcher was silent.

  Kelvin continued, “As far as I know, the demon hunters suffer from verbal discrimination and insults in human society. No matter how many monsters you help human beings remove and how many lives they save, they are regarded as monsters.”

   "What's the difference between a watchdog that is called and left?"

  The dwarf increased his tone, and quickly looked up to observe the expression of the demon hunter, and then was disappointed, the other party's face remained unchanged.

   "Tell me your thoughts directly, don't go around."

   "Okay." Kelvin shrugged and quickened his pace. "I think the demon hunters and the ancient races are on the same front, a different kind in the eyes of humans. You have been wandering around, accepting commissions, and haven't thought of settling down in one place?"

   "For example?"

  "For example, Carbon Mountain." The dwarf exhaled and said the bottom line, "With your skill and profound knowledge, Carbon Mountain will give you a position that satisfies you."

   "Scramble me?" The demon hunter stopped suddenly, and turned his amber pupils to stare at the dwarf.

   "Mahakan and Tanshan are too cold and boring, not suitable for my temperament. In addition, I still have a heavy responsibility, and I can't delay in Tanshan for too long." Abandoning these words, the demon hunter continued to move forward.

  A trace of irritation flashed across the face of the rejected dwarf, and quickly returned to calm.

   "Let’s go back to this case. Do you have any idea about the murderer?"

  As soon as the dwarf's voice fell, the witcher stopped, and made a silent gesture at him backwards, and then bowed his body slightly like a cheetah.

  I just entered the forest for about one mile. There were more pine trees wrapped in silver, but the surrounding area suddenly became quiet. There was no sound of small animals, and even the sound of the wind disappeared. It was quiet like a pool of stagnant water, making the scalp numb.

  The dwarf quickly picked up the warhammer. He had an illusion that the pine trees around his body had undergone strange changes, turning into men with stiff expressions, staring coldly.

  His hands trembled slightly, but his fighting spirit was high in his eyes.

  "啵—"

  Reso bit off the cork of the potion in one bite, and while the apple was rolling, he gurgled and swallowed the liquid in the bottle, and an earthworm-like purple-black blood vessel crawled across his cheeks along his chin.

  The sturdy monster hunter is full of muscles, like an angry beast.

  "Close to my back and cover each other."

  The Demon Hunter said in a deep voice, and their backs were instantly close.

  His right hand quickly sketched a triangular rune in mid-air.

  A faint green light shone brightly along the transparent traces. In the dwarf’s stunned mouth, a circular circle with a radius of about twenty years emerged from the snow-covered ground.

   Immediately after the yellow light circulated, the Kunen's magic shield enveloped the demon hunter.

  Almost at the same time, in the endless roars, countless wolves emerged from the gaps in the surrounding forests.

  Gray fur, emerald green eyes, big scarlet mouth exhaling heat, the wolves lowered their bodies and let out a low growl, step by step, approaching the two.

   "Mahakan is on top, what's the situation? It's not so unlucky to investigate in Qianjinlin!"

   "Because we make'it' feel threatened."

  The Demon Hunter said in a deep voice, pulling out the steel sword behind instead of the short sword.

As soon as the steel sword covered with a layer of sword oil came out of its sheath, it was set off by the white light of the snow. The plow of the sub-arable land.

   "Woo...hoooo..."

   "Come on! Please your master and attack me!"

  The demon hunter was expressionless, but his words were full of mockery.

  The wandering wolves seemed to be irritated at once, and rushed into the Arden circle frantically. The magic circle flashed green and the restraint power took effect. The wolves that stepped into it were chained to the magic power, and their stature sank suddenly, and their flexibility was immediately reduced by three points.

   "Bang!" The white-haired dwarf smashed the wolf that fell to the ground with a hammer. The snowy ground was stained with blood red, and the wolf corpse under the hammer instantly turned into minced meat.

   "It's so **** cool!"

   With a roar, he strode forward, his warhammer in his hand made a slanting arc in mid-air, and at the same time he knocked the beasts on both sides into the air!

The demon hunter behind    is another style. The body is slightly bowed, the steel sword is placed on the waist, the left foot is in the front and the right foot is in the back, forming an explosive posture, like a bow and arrow full of strings.

  The wolf shadow rushed forward, the blade of which was like a plow that broke through the ground, and he slammed it diagonally upwards, and the sword plunged into the flesh. The steel sword was inserted into the corpse of the wolf in this way, and then slashed further down. The demon hunter stepped forward, and the second wolf was chopped from the waist into two sections.

  The internal organs flow all over the place.

  The demon hunter shakes his wrists, slaps the flesh and blood of the sword lightly, and returns to the circle, continuing to maintain the "plow position", using the simplest jabs and slashes to deal with the wolves.

  The bright blade of the sword turned into a sickle of death under his hands, and every sword shot would surely take away a life. The beast couldn't get into him late on Wednesday, and it lay dead in the snow.

  A trace of blood splashed on the demon hunter's cheek, and the twisted black blood vessels became more and more mysterious.

  In the blink of an eye, more than five wolves died under the hands of the two, but this is insignificant compared to the hundreds of beasts.

  The blood of the same kind inspires their fierceness, the long howling speed accelerates the attack, and the tide pounces from all directions.

  The key offensive target is Kelvin, who is obviously weaker by one point!

   "Damn, there are more rats than the wine cellar!"

The dwarf's gray hair was blown backwards by the strong wind, and his warhammer hit it horizontally. He flew one, took a breath, and took a slightly embarrassed step back, but there was another guy watching on the side, and he took the opportunity to rush. Bit his left leg.

  嗖—

  White light flashed, a flying knife penetrated into the waist of the wolf,

   "Man, can you still hold it?"

   "Don't worry, no...no problem!" The dwarf regained his grip on the warhammer with trembling fingers, and smashed a beast with another hammer.

  The amber pupils of the Demon Hunter quickly swept over the densely packed beasts in front of him, and twenty to thirty heads gathered in a pile.

  The density has reached the bottom line he expected, and he grabbed the clay pot around his waist and threw it into the pack of wolves.

  The round alchemy bomb detonated twenty years after the two of them. The sound of the explosion resounded through the mountains and forests, and the flames instantly drowned dozens of wolves.

  The smell of blood, wailing, and barbecue filled the surrounding area, and most of the wolves wandering in front of the two were emptied.

  The corpse of a scorched and burning wolf was lying in the huge snow. A few of them were lucky enough not to be killed on the spot, but they turned and rushed into their team in panic with the flames.

   "Mahakam is here, what a perfect bomb!"

  The dwarf forgot to be nervous, and only admired.

  Not over yet!

  While the demon hunter turned around, his fingers flexibly outlined, and another Alder's mark, shook the wolves behind him, and the space was clear.

   Throw the second alchemy bomb.

  There was no immediate explosion this time. Amid the cracking sound of the porcelain jar, a thick white smoke spread rapidly and enveloped a large group of beasts.

   has a wider range, more than thirty heads.

  The witcher drew the dwarf closer, thrusting a sword into the snow with one hand, his five fingers quickly outlined an afterimage, and violently pushed forward, the orange cone-shaped fire tongue expelled and lit up white smoke.

  The diffuse gas was detonated by the fire snake, and the fire cloud exploded in series from near and far.

  In a flash, crazy wailing and blasts flooded the entire pine forest.

  Fifteen seconds later, the wailing was intermittent. Hundreds of wolves were completely broken up by the bomb. A small group of wolves ran for their lives with their tails sandwiched. Half lay on the ground and turned into corpses, leaving a few breathless and half dead.

  Only a tall figure stood proudly in the entire snow and empty forest. As he dissipated the seal, the pale yellow Kunen's shield shattered like bubbles.

  (End of this chapter)