The Divine Hunter

  Chapter 68 Blood War

"boom-"

"boom-"

The ground under Booth shook like a pulsating heart. The snow piled on the branches slid down, and the tree trunks in front of him looked like servants welcoming the master, bending their waists to both sides to reveal a dark intestinal path. .

  In the dwarf's heartbeat, two crumpled bark-like palms pressed against the curved trunk—not so much palms, as strips of intertwined several huge vines.

   Pushing his hands back, a huge creature kept its knees in a squat position, and emerged from the path of the tree trunk.

  "This...deer...deer?"

The head is almost the same size as a human body, with huge antlers growing on top of the head. The face is as long as a deer and a horse, but only pale skeletons are left. The nostrils and mouth are empty without a trace of flesh and blood, and the eyes are faint as ghost fire. It makes people shudder.

  Under the head, the limbs and trunk are woven from tree trunks and vines, and the surface is covered with a layer of emerald green moss and ferns.

   Take a step forward, its pale cheeks moved closer, and the huge body of Shichi (3 meters) completely blocked all the light in the dwarf’s sight. The figure dissolves completely in the darkness, as if sending out some invisible fluctuations around, conveying shadows, fear, and death.

  Booz’s scalp was numb, and his lips trembled like an invisible hand strangling his throat, making a sound with extreme difficulty.

   "You...what the **** are you?"

  The bones of the monster’s mouth made a hoarse and unpleasant sound like a file, but before the dwarf could say another word, the huge palm was like a hill under his head!

"Ruined!"

  The dwarf closed his eyes with a sigh, and then a strong wind came behind him, and the sound of defeat erupted in his ears.

  Between the electric light and flint, with a weird and dull cry, the monster's huge palm retracted back, and another figure appeared beside the dwarf.

  Compared to the deer head spirit, this figure looks very "petite", but it gives the dwarf a rock-like indestructible feeling.

   "Master Reso!"

  Boots exclaimed in ecstasy, his nose and tears flowed for a moment, this kind of life-threatening experience shouldn't be too irritating.

"keep quiet!"

  The Demon Hunter, it was Reso, who stood firmly in front of the dwarf.

  His face is covered with the ferocious blood vessels induced by the potion, the short swords coated with light yellow sword oil are crossed in front of the chest with both hands, and the spine of the sword is stained with bright red blood.

  That is from the previous female squirrel party.

  The distance between the Deer Head Spirit and the Demon Hunter was less than twenty late, and he could even smell the mixed smell of soil and vegetation on the opponent's body, as well as the light but lingering **** breath.

  The badge on the chest of the Demon Hunter buzzed suddenly, and the ground under his feet was alive and wriggling violently.

  They seem to be on the lips and tongue of animals!

"Snapped-"

  A python-like vine suddenly broke through the snowy ground and jumped up, bringing a gust of fishy wind over, the dwarf yelled, and the dagger in the hand of the demon hunter drew a beautiful straight line.

  The vine was cut in two pieces!

  In the spray of emerald green juice, two vines fell to the ground, and then they rolled on the ground tenaciously like a severed earthworm.

   "Fool! Don't just know how to yell, take it!"

  Booz hurriedly picked up the throwing knife dropped by the Demon Hunter, and then smiled bitterly.

   "You let me use a palm-sized throwing knife to fight those horrible things?!"

  But he didn’t have more chances to complain. The second, third, amidst the weird call of the deer head, dozens of vines rolled towards the two of them, like a curtain of sea water, crashing down.

  The demon hunter grabbed the dwarf and rolled aside, the vine continued to rush towards it like a tarsal maggot.

   wrapped the two in it.

  On the ground, a huge, round cocoon suddenly appeared.

  Lu Shoujing sighed, stepped forward and approached the giant cocoon, and then stretched out his sharp, thin, wrinkled palm.

  Close and hold!

  The giant cocoon, or the sphere wrapped by countless vine snakes, suddenly began to squirm with the movements of the deer head, and the tighter and tighter, shrinking inward...

   "Hey, hereby," inside the sphere, there was a tingling sound of friction.

   "Ka—" A crisp sound that resembled the cracking of an egg shell sounded, and the huge body of Lu Shou Jing involuntarily took a step back.

  If it still has vivid cheeks, it must be able to see the expression of horror.

  "Ka—Ka—" A series of weird sounds followed. Until a certain moment, the giant cocoon suddenly stopped shrinking, and the vines on the surface trembled and shook violently, and whispered quietly throughout the long night.

  Like snakes, insects, mice and ants, they shivered in fear and couldn't help themselves when they saw their natural enemies!

  In the deep gaze of the deer head, a ray of light shot from the giant cocoon, and along with it, the vines seemed to be stripped from the surface of the giant cocoon by an invisible hand, falling to the ground squatly, without any vitality anymore.

  You can also see the vines being roasted and steaming outside.

The deer's head has one arm, and the front end becomes two sharp wooden thorns in mid-air, piercing the ball, but they are greeted by a raging tongue of fire—a dazzling fire flashes in the cold and silent night. Lu Shoujing held two arms full of Mars and yelled backwards.

  While the Demon Hunter knelt on one knee, his dagger was propped on his body, he was panting, and his whole body was bleeding red.

  Even though he broke free from the strangulation, he was equally uncomfortable, with horrible centipede-like blood stains on his face, and blood was constantly oozing with the scarred leather armor.

  Dwarf Booth lay directly on the ground, dying to hold his eyes.

   "Hong Da, Morata..."

  The Deer Head Spirit started to chant the spell again while the witcher was breathing. From a distance, a long wolf howling greeted the spell came.

  The demon hunter first drew a seal in mid-air, and a green light rushed into the pupil of the deer head, making it startled, interrupting the casting of the spell.

   Then, the Demon Hunter took the opportunity to drop an alchemy bomb at its feet.

   In the crisp sound of glass shattering, white smoke mixed with black particles enveloped the body of the deer head essence, the magic power in the body was immediately sealed, and the connection with the earth and the forest was disconnected.

  The deer head exclaimed vigorously and hurriedly exited the smoke.

  The two-handed daggers crossed in mid-air, and a sparkling cross was drawn, and the Demon Hunter suddenly rushed towards the opponent.

  Boz, who was lying on the ground like a crippled man, never expected that he could actually see a peak duel between a demon hunter and a monster at close range.

  After the anti-magic metal bomb is detonated, the deer's ability to cast spells is completely sealed, and can only choose to fight the demon hunter in close hands.

  The difference in size between the two confronting parties is equivalent to that of a giant and a dwarf, which is really funny, but extremely dangerous.

  The former is infinitely invulnerable, and every attack with arms and legs can leave a deep hole in the ground, but without magic power, the mountain forest that originally trapped the two has become its cage.

   is like a giant wearing a small tights. The narrow space completely restricts the performance of the deer's head. If you inadvertently encounter the snow-covered pine tree while swinging your fists and feet, you are wasting your strength, and your hands and feet are particularly slow.

  On the other hand, the big monster hunter, in the eyes of the dwarves, has a speed that is completely inconsistent with his body shape.

  If the deer head spirit wants to pass the witcher and attack the dwarf, it will be burned away by an Igni seal.

  The demon hunter is extremely cunning, not greedy for attack, and will retreat every time the short sword is touched, and will never give it any opportunity to take advantage of. Snakes are hunting like this. The two daggers are like the fangs of vipers. Every time the deer's head attacked, they would bite and inject venom like lightning, and then drew back into the bushes.

  Snake has a deadly poison. The poison of the witcher is the residual sword oil and special poison applied on the short sword.

The monster has hard skin and iron bones, and the piercing of the short sword cannot cause much damage to it, but as long as the skin is scratched, and the emerald blood is stained, the sword oil and poison immediately penetrate into the body of the deer head, madly corroding and destroying, Accumulate toxicity.

  Looking from a distance, a giant roared in the forest, and a ghostly figure dodged around it.

  After two minutes of intense close combat.

  The surface of the deer head is already full of holes, covered with dense wounds, and stained with green blood all over.

  The Demon Hunter was also hit twice, the corners of his mouth were red, his right arm was twisted into a deformed form and hung limply, his eyes were still calm and calm, and the last Ignifa seal blasted at the huge monster.

   Then took a deep breath and dropped the short sword in his hand.

   Suddenly, "puff puff...puff puff" a stream of green blood spattered from the body of the deer head like a fountain, like a large leaking ship sinking to the bottom of the sea.

   Opposite the two, Lu Shoujing's huge body slowly rested on the ground, spreading his limbs on his back, his chest rising and falling gradually, his faint eyes lost its luster.

  "Boo..." The demon hunter bit open a bottle of emerald green "Swallow" and drank it. After a while, the shocking wound on the body stopped the blood.

He was still staring at the monster vigilantly, while his left hand fumbled gently on his right arm. Amid the sour bones of the gums, his right arm barely returned to its normal shape, and the demon hunter lifted up the seriously injured dwarf. , Fed a bottle of calendula potion, the bitter herbal smell made the dwarf frowned and woke up.

  "Master...Monster...dead? Are we alive?"

  In the sight of the dwarf, Lu Shoujing half-footed into the coffin, but there was still no one to give him a fatal blow.

"Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil, born in the forest, and died in the forest. This is what it deserves. But it needs to live a little longer." After the demon hunter finished speaking, his face sank-the huge body of the deer head spirit Suddenly it turned into a cloud of smoke strangely and dissipated in the air.

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