The Divine Hunter

In the early morning, on the sandy ground beside Black Tern Island, there were dozens of murloc corpses lying all over the place.

Some of them were headshot by arrows, some were cut off by swords, or their stomachs were dismembered, and some were burned black and beyond recognition by the flames.

Next to the corpse, two rows of blood-stained footprints spread toward the center of the island, and a violent explosion suddenly came from the end of the footprints.

A dazzling fire shot up into the sky, followed by three depraved half-murlocs who were covered in flames screaming out of the fog, fleeing in embarrassment like headless flies.

The two figures moved up and down several times in front of them, the blades flipped, and three heads rolled to the ground.

The witcher passed over the headless corpse.

"How many?"

"In addition to yesterday's total of twenty-seven heads, according to the instructions of the goddess in the lake, Dagon's minions have been cleaned up, and now that guy is in the weakest state."

Facing the cold wind of the morning, Leto touched his bald forehead, staring coldly at the huge burnt mark in front of him.

In the center of Black Tern Island, the once maze-like dark and lush forests disappeared, leaving a dark scorched earth and dense wooden stakes, and in the center of the scorched earth stood the altar of the evil god Dagan alone.

Neither of them thought that Jaques could do this.

"It's a pity that the knight didn't even leave his body."

"I don't think he's bound to have an accident."

At this time, without the cover of the woods, the altar was completely exposed to the sight of the two of them - the marble and white material was spotless, like a flower in the mud, and there was an evil spirit in the holiness.

They did not rush to the altar for the first time, but piled up the murloc corpses on the island and burned them clean.

Then Roy came to the lake and completely immersed Arndette in the cold lake water.

The lake water that enveloped the sword suddenly boiled violently like a chemical reaction.

The water vapor filled his eyes, instantly covering his eyes.

With Arrondette as the center, a majestic mist spread rapidly, and a soft female voice came from it.

"My knight,

Why are you calling me here? "

"Dear Ms. Vivian, we have disposed of all Dagon's minions according to your instructions."

"Didn't I ask you to come to the shore of the lake to find me?"

The young witcher was stunned for a moment, as if seeing the resentful eyes of a picturesque girl.

"The vicinity of Black Tern Island is full of the dirty breath of evil gods, and I can't land on the island..."

While speaking, the fresh scent of daffodils moved from far to near, and the figure of Pingting, with a psychedelic mist, put a hand in front of him.

The witcher only felt that his lips were moistened, and the cold little hand pressed the corner of his mouth, something was stuffed by the goddess of the lake, and the aroma was sweet, as sweet as blood.

He hadn't thought about it yet, and Vivian smiled again and retreated into the mist.

Then he spat a flawless ruby ​​from his mouth.

blood gem

Infused with a trace of blood essence from the lake goddess Vivian.

Note: The blood gem can hold both blood essence and soul.

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"My knight, take the blood gem to the central altar, and Dagon's projection will appear after its breath."

"The blood gem can protect you from Dagon's whispers. Your seal, silver sword, can cause effective damage to it..."

"Remember, don't let Dagon get the Blood Stone... or it will become stronger."

"The moment the battle begins, my followers and I will use all our power to suppress Dagon and seal most of its strength... Prove your bravery once again, I am waiting for the news of the triumph." The whispers faded away and returned to silence.

After a while, the fog cleared, the lake water became calm and clear again, and the goddess in the lake also disappeared.

Roy touched his lips, he didn't expect Vivian to give the blood gem in this way, no wonder Nymph is described as a passionate creature.

"The one just now was Vivienne, the goddess of Lake Vizima?"

The bald man interrupted his thoughts.

Letho has seen countless monsters, but for such magical creatures as Nymphs, he has never heard of them but never seen them.

"Thank me for letting you see Vivian's face, not all 'ordinary people' have this honor."

The big man sighed when he heard the sound,

"The beauty of the goddess? Her hair is covered in mist, and I can't see anything."

"..."

The two witchers were packing again.

Each person has a bottle of Swallow that continuously restores life, a bottle of Thunder that increases muscle strength, an alchemy bomb Dragon's Dream, and Leto is equipped with an additional anti-magic metal bomb.

They squatted on the ground, their palms stained with brown sword oil, and evenly wiped the smooth sword body-Lesso's sword was a steel sword with three kinds of enchanted special effects, Guvisher, while Roy used a silver sword Arondite... …

According to the description of the goddess in the lake, Dagan should belong to the residue, so they applied the residue sword oil and added a layer of paralyzing poison.

Roy's mind sank into the template and used the last skill point——

Meditation lv3→lv4

Constitution: 10.6→11.1

Life: 146→151

Spirit: 10.5→11

Mana: 145→150

The heat flowed through the body, and the state was unprecedentedly perfect.

Amber pupils and dark gold pupils are intertwined in midair.

The two set foot on the scorched earth.

"Tack, tick, tick..."

When he entered the range of the altar for thirty minutes, the witcher was shocked, and silently took out the potion.

"Thunder" and "Swallow", unplugged the bottle and swallowed it into the stomach. In an instant, countless black blood vessels like earthworms climbed up the cheeks along the neck.

Roy's heart was beating so fast that he felt a strange sense of excitement, and the two bottles of potion were the most poisonous he could bear so far——

The seal was formed, and the khaki-yellow Quinn seal circulated throughout the body.

Lifting the sword, keeping the plow, the blade is evenly coated with sword oil reflecting the brown light.

The two of them lowered their bodies, one left and one right, and approached the altar—like the reflection of the body and the mirror, their movements were as uniform as copies.

After twenty steps.

The altar sensed something, and a jet of black smoke suddenly rushed out, circling above the altar, gathering more and more, and gradually outlined a hazy "troll" with the head of a human and beast.

Its head turned from ethereal to more solid.

The nose and eyes on the face were compressed to a very narrow position, but there were large black mouths, occupying 70% of the face.

It can almost be said that its entire face is a huge mouth.

From top to bottom, the reorganization of the body generally emerges in the fog.

On both sides of the giant mouth, four slender beards hang over the stubby neck.

The dark blue muscles on the back swelled like mountains, and on the epidermis, there were bumps and bumps like crocodile skin.

Next, the slender limbs emerged from the black mist, the developed arms and claws supported the scorched earth on the left and the right, and the barbs at the ends of the ten fingers flashed cold light.

At the beginning of its arrival, it knelt down on one knee and lowered its head, as if it was still adjusting to the space outside the altar.

Dagan

age:? ?

Identity: Projection (It is a projection made by Dagan, a powerful creature of the alien plane, with less than one percent of the strength of the main body.)

Life: 300 (suppressed)

Mana: 200 (Suppression)

Attributes:

strength:? ?

Agility: 12

Constitution: 30

Perception: 12

Will: 8

Charisma: 13

Spirit: 20

Skill:

Bewitching Domain (Passive Solidification): Dagon keeps speaking degenerate words around him, creating dreams of desire, and brainwashing all living beings into his own fanatics. The lower his will, the faster he degenerates.

Dark Water (in seal): Dagon summons the most filthy liquid from the bottom of the lake, which can not only corrode flesh and bones, but also awaken all the negative emotions in people's hearts.

Glance of Evil (in seal)

Others (in seal)

...

"Crack, click, click!"

The witcher didn't just wait for it to react.

With three crisp sounds, two Dragon Dreams and an anti-magic metal bomb shattered at Dagon's feet, and white explosive gas and stardust-like anti-magic metal instantly enveloped him.

Letho shoved his left arm forward sharply, and a fiery fiery snake spewed out—a huge flame of fire rose.

explosions, roars,

Then the bowstring vibrated, and Roy clasped his index finger at the behemoth in the flames, and overturned ten arrows in a few seconds.

Then, it burst out of the explosion with flames—

Countless pale water vortices were born out of nothingness, dousing the flames on it.

Those tiny scarlet pupils stared straight at Roy, it twisted its neck and made a raspy, raspy sound like a rasp, "ceádmil cáerme darganfod ensh'eass..."

A language that does not exist in this world, but its meaning goes straight to the heart of the witcher. It does not need any translation. The absence of God.

"Give me the blood gem..."

This sentence seemed like an undefeatable order, and the witcher was confused and his pupils dilated when he heard it.

Fortunately, the blood gem gifted by the goddess in the lake suddenly released a faint red light, and they shook their heads and miraculously woke up.

The witcher is like a lightning bolt!

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