Demon Hunter: I became a god in the demon hunting world

Anson on the side turned his head unbearably.

Dick was a little hesitant, not sure whether to give it a try.

Kebi thought that the soldier was dead, but suddenly he saw the hesitant look on the witcher's face beside him, and hurriedly said: "Dick, do you have any way to save this child?"

An Sen on the side heard the words and leaned over with his ear.

The young man's already gray eyes slowly brightened, showing his desire for life, "Master Dick, please save me! From now on, I can do anything you ask me to do!"

Dick pondered for a moment and then spoke slowly: "I do have a method, but I can't guarantee it. Because after using this method, your chance of survival is less than one tenth."

He lowered his head and looked seriously at the young man sitting on the ground, "Carter, are you willing to give it a try?"

"I do." The young man said without hesitation.

Kebi nodded solemnly. He now believed in the Demon Hunter unconditionally: "Dick, I leave everything to you."

Dick then took out a bottle of reagent from his pocket and explained: "This potion is called Swallow.

"It is a reagent specially used by our demon hunters. It can significantly heal injuries in a short period of time."

"That's great, let him use it quickly!" Anson said in surprise.

Dick's voice paused, "We demon hunters have extraordinary physical fitness, extraordinary endurance, and very strong toxin resistance.

"And this swallow potion..."

"It's...poisonous?" Anson asked.

"Yes, it is extremely poisonous to ordinary people like you.

"Even us witchers can only drink potions once every three hours. Young man, do you still want to try?"

"Yes, yes, I want to live. Master Demon Hunter, I want to live."

"Oh well."

Dick unscrewed the cork of the reagent bottle and handed it to the seriously injured young man.

The latter drank it in one gulp, and then the blood vessels on his face and neck bulged, his face was distorted, his eyes were instantly bloodshot, and he was sweating profusely and howling loudly.

But after a while, his pain ended.

He rolled his eyes and lay down silently.

"Dick, is he dead?" Kerby asked anxiously.

"Not yet," the demon hunter's demon hunting senses clearly sensed the young man's heartbeat:

"He just passed out and now his body's immune system is fighting the potion and the bacteria in his wound.

"If he can wake up within two hours, his life will be saved. From now on, we can only leave it to fate."

"I understand, thank you." Kebi nodded heavily, and then looked at the young doctor:

"Anson, please help us take care of these wounded. The Cato soldiers don't know when they will continue to attack the city."

"Please rest assured, Master Kebi."

After the explanation, Dick and Kerby came to the battlements again and looked out of the city.

I noticed that Commander Cato, who was guarded by a shield array, seemed to be arguing. Could it be that they had a disagreement?

Kirby obviously noticed this and said quickly: "Dick, can you use your witcher senses to hear what their plans are?"

Dick nodded, and then concentrated on turning on the demon hunter senses.

…

A voice sounded from behind the shield formation, it was "Eldest Sister".

"Hahaha, let me tell you that you are not very good as a priest. It is difficult to break through the opponent's formation with bloodthirsty spells alone.

"Hey, are you exhausted, priest? You won't even be able to cast the bloodthirsty spell anymore. If the brave and fearless Cato soldiers are allowed to attack again, the proportion of battle losses will probably be very high, right?"

Then "Sister"'s voice suddenly became fierce, "So, you delayed the commander's siege. How do you want to apologize?"

"You..." The priest paused, then his tone trembled, obviously afraid of being criticized: "Commander, I also have good intentions.

"This witch has been using her unknown potion on our Cato warriors, but I know that this potion is unstable and is just a test product. After using it, our warriors may turn into monsters. Please think again. ”

So that's it, Dick's heart moved.

He suddenly remembered that the so-called second sister had used magic potion on him when he was in the city;

And the two gargoyles brought by the second sister were also suture monsters that drank the magic potion.

If Cato's soldiers all turned into gargoyles, it would be difficult to deal with them.

You must know that that kind of monster has wings and can fly.

At that time, the city wall's favorable location will be destroyed by itself.

Then Dick heard a man's voice.

He spoke a broken Common Tongue, probably because he didn't use Cato in order to communicate with the witches.

"Listen to the wizard."

"But……"

The priest on the side wanted to stop him, but Commander Gato's voice was unmistakable.

"Next, let's do an experiment with 30 brave and fearless Cato warriors. If that doesn't work, we will retreat. Maybe other armies from the north will come to support soon."

"Okay, as expected of Cato's commander, he is wise." The broom witch laughed.

There was no useful information next, and Dick also turned off his witcher senses.

Kebi saw the witcher's serious face and said quickly: "Dick, what are they discussing?"

"It's going to be hard to deal with next, Kebi. They are going to send 30 demonized soldiers to attack the city."

"Dick, what does that mean?"

"I actually don't know for sure, but it's possible that we will soon lose the location to defend the city.

"By the way, are these the only soldiers we have? Can we recruit more from the city?"

Coby smiled bitterly, "With only these soldiers, Dick, I always feel that I will be buried here today."

Dick was about to comfort him when suddenly there was a noisy sound in the city.

Coby frowned, thinking that there was an internal conflict in the city. He turned around and walked downstairs without saying a word, followed by Dick.

When they came downstairs, they found that things were completely the opposite of what they thought.

There were eight fully armed and muscular men behind a dwarf.

They all wore simple leather armor, and each of them held a long-handled machete in his hand.

"Val, why are you here? What are you doing..." Coby said in surprise.

The dwarf in front of him was Val, the big jeweler who Dick had done business with before.

"Hahaha, Master Coby, how can I not come to support you in such a big siege? Look," he raised his hand, "These are my best guards. Although they are not as good as the regular knights of your Falcon Knights, they are also good fighters. I will let them help you defend the city."

"Thank you very much, I really don't know how to thank you for your help."

On the side, Dick noticed that there was a group of sturdy and short dwarves who were as wide as door panels, holding hammers in their hands and looking at him with their chests held high.

Seeing this, Coby was surprised and said: "Master Blacksmith - Zeus, why are you here?"

The latter laughed: "Of course I am here to support you."

This Zeus was the blacksmith who helped the demon hunter sew armor before.