The Divine Hunter

A small dark-brown wooden boat was moored in the water and grass, and was tied to the Qiaozui Rock by a cable.

Lambert untied the ropes, jumped into the boat, and swung his oars skillfully.

Roy sat leisurely and comfortably on the bow, scooping up the icy river water and cleaning up the blood on his armor.

Looking at the misty hills in the distance and the blue waters.

The mood becomes happy.

"Beautiful places, perfect for reminiscing about the past. Lambert, would you mind telling me how you came to Kyle Morhan in the first place?"

"A boring and familiar story," Lambert did not hide his life at all, "a drunk and confused dad, who ran into the woods to urinate at night, and ended up breaking into the evil ghost's lair, passing by the demon hunter. People saved his life, uttered those few magical words, and proposed an accident law 'the first thing you see when you go home as a reward'."

"Then my life was exchanged for the alcoholic's life, and I was taken to Kyle Morhan." He tilted his head, the corner of his mouth raised, and he smiled sarcastically. "Followed a bunch of apprentices to eat, live and train, and survived the trial of grass. Become a 'acrobatic mutant'."

Roy was silent, it seemed that apart from himself, the witcher's childhood was not very happy.

"Daddy alcoholic? Most alcoholics are grumpy. Have you ever been beaten?"

"That guy is a bastard! Beating and scolding is just normal, usually my mother and I suffer together!"

"So, Vesemir took you away and rescued you from the devil's lair in disguise." Roy said, "Go home now and see if he dares to beat you!"

"I went back once, and the old thing was already buried in the ground! But before he died, he also killed my mother." Lambert's eyes were sour, "If I hadn't been taken away, maybe I could help her. Share a little bit of the pressure and keep her alive."

"Come on man, if you weren't a witcher, you would have been ruined by that drunkard." Roy said seriously, "From this perspective, Vesemir has changed your life and kept you away from domestic violence. ."

"Boy, listen to what you mean, I should thank him for letting me enjoy the day-to-day training that is much more painful than being beaten."

"Let me witness in the trial that a close friend who is like a brother was cut in half by the one-eyed monster?"

Lambert stopped sliding the sculls and sneered disdainfully, "What kind of soup did Vesemir give you,

You like him so much, beating around the bush to say good things for him? "

"I'm just telling the truth. Lambert, think about the skills you have now, the power you have, the freedom you enjoy. There is always a price to be paid for power."

"But that wasn't my choice! He forced it!"

"Will you accept students in the future?" Roy suddenly asked inexplicably.

"Why not?! As long as I can find it!" Lambert replied without hesitation.

Roy asked deeply, "If being a witcher is torture, then why do you have to recruit apprentices to keep the pain going?"

"This..." Lambert was at a loss for a moment.

Yes, if he hated being a witcher, why didn't he reject apprenticeships?

...

"Bang..." The canoe crossed the narrow ditch and hit the soft sand.

Lambert, uncharacteristically silent, jumped to the shore.

Roy followed behind him and walked less than five meters down the shallow puddle, just about to say something.

Suddenly he stopped and moved his nose.

"Do you smell it?"

"The rancid smell of water—"

"Shh-"

Bright white light came out.

The two of them silently bent their knees and half-squatted in a tight fighting posture like a crab. They held a sword in their right hand and five fingers in their left hand, and a golden shield encircled them.

Almost at the same time, in the reeds not far from the wooden boat, the surface of the river was like boiling water, and there were circles of bubbles.

Suddenly burst!

Clothed in cyan fish scales, with webbed limbs, a slippery humanoid monster jumped out!

There are six heads.

"Wow hoo!"

The water ghosts who smelled the aroma of fresh meat, their pale eyeballs twitched, their mouths wide open to the base of their ears, revealing a row of jagged serrations.

It's almost like dancing!

"Lambert, Kyle Mohan is really a monster's nest!" Roy said happily, turning his wrist, Arondette's sword pointed directly at the distinctive water ghost in the center.

He was blue and black all over, with a ring of fins around his ears and two catfish whiskers on his lower lip.

The two bulging "black beans" in the scarlet eyes flashed cunningly.

Woodnick

Age: 8

Health: 100

Strength: 7

Agility: 7

Constitution: 10

Perception: 4

Will: 2

Charisma: 0

Spirit: 0

Skill:

Transformed Body LV10: Some people think that they are the transformation of dead people underwater. In fact, the body structure is completely different from that of human beings. It is likely to be a magical creation, or a Bolai species where the celestial spheres meet, immune to toxicity and blood loss.

Leader (passive solidification): The leader of the water ghost community, a little smarter than most of the idiots, can command and organize the attack of his subordinates.

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"Boy, don't you like these hospitable 'little animals'? Come and say hello to them!"

Lambert teased, his toes on the ground, his figure like the wind, waving a silver sword and rushing towards the three-headed water ghost.

Roy was not slow, intercepting the other three before they formed a circle.

Jump into the water ghost pile.

Arrondette's vertical blade turned into a horizontal blade.

With the left foot as the center of gravity, facing the direction of the water ghost attack, twist and spin!

"Shh-"

The dark red blade was as fast as thunder, drawing a sloping straight line.

A rain of blood poured down!

"Crash..." The steaming internal organs fell to the ground.

A water ghost was cut in half directly!

"boom!"

The air burst, and the witcher quickly pushed with his left hand, and Alder pushed the second water ghost, which was thrown into the air, backwards, and sat down on the wet mud.

The fishy wind blew away the broken hair on the temples, and the third head, called the Woodnick Water Ghost, launched a sneak attack from the side without saying a word!

Horror bites the witcher's neck, thick, rancid saliva from his dark tongue almost dripping onto his shoulder.

Swah——

Forearm muscles erupt.

The witcher didn't turn his head, just held the hilt with both hands and lifted it from the lower left to the upper right.

The rounded crown hits Woodnick's chin.

"Crack!"

The giant force erupted in the jawbone, and the two rows of broken teeth that were widened by Woodnick closed involuntarily!

Blood sprayed, and a limp tongue snapped and fell.

As soon as the witcher turned around, he kicked the tip of his left toe at Wodnick's stomach!

It's crawling on the ground!

Taking advantage of the interval between howling and swaying, the witcher's left hand clasped the middle part of the unbladed long sword with five fingers, and his right hand held the rough hilt, as if holding a long spear and slanting it down!

Blood stained a clump of reeds.

Arrondette penetrated a neck and severed the cervical spine.

"Kill Woodwick, experience +100, witcher hum - hum -" The blood on the long sword was not dry, and then slashed diagonally behind with the witcher's waving arm, cutting a soft and cold 's body.

The witcher then took a step forward, clenching his sword in both hands.

One pull.

With a broken eyeball, the water ghost staggered back two steps and fell to the ground.

The body twitched and lost movement.

"call-"

Roy breathed a sigh of relief and dissected the harvest.

After a moment of joy, Woodnick provided a small, wrinkled, common-grade mutant.

It is still one piece away from the requirements of an intermediate witcher.

On the other side, Lambert's battle came to an end, dropping three corpses and wiping the silver sword gracefully and calmly.

"Boy, the way you say hello is too fierce, so you can't be gentle, look at them, each and everyone is like a fairy..." Lambert glanced at the young man who was pulling the tongue of the water ghost, and shook his head ,

"I want to be gentle, I'm afraid they will kill me!"