The Divine Hunter

Winter is approaching.

The fine and continuous rain, accompanied by the howling cold wind from the sea, blew the passers-by who covered their heads and trotted on the street to shiver.

On the second floor of Spear Cave, sparks crackle in the fireplace, and crystal magic lights illuminate a magnificent room.

The wall clock pointed to twelve o'clock.

Olof Beard leaned against the windowsill, squinted his eyes, and looked through the curtains woven by the drizzle, looking downstairs not far away, the market lingering in the rain.

In the row upon row of shops, under the umbrellas, vendors and customers shivered and bargained while wringing out wet clothes and trousers.

He exhaled hot air from his flushed face.

This is Olof's favorite moment, sitting comfortably in the room of the upper class, carefully selecting "lucky ones" from the hundreds of ordinary people in the Nuocheng market, and devoting themselves to the great magic science.

In his opinion, the commoners of Nuocheng in the market are a little bit more advanced than the lowest non-human race. It is very rare for them to have a chance to come into contact with magic once in a lifetime. They should feel honored and die without regrets.

What's more, mortals go away, but forty or fifty years of mediocrity.

And he, the ruler of Nuocheng, the pioneer of magical science exploration, and the person chosen by the big collector, can become a beautiful specimen and artwork, and obtain another form of immortality!

In fact, decades after Olof changed his name, his temper and hobbies remained the same.

Compared with the teacher buried in the mouth of the water ghost, he is more interested in the collection itself.

However, each piece of the collection must undergo appropriate experimental transformation to qualify for his collection.

For example, the beautiful and innocent daughter of the Black Sun that I discovered two months ago.

"Life is nothing but a high-level experimental material, and only when it becomes a collection can it achieve its greatest value." Orlov stared at the direction of the market and muttered intoxicatedly, "Let me see, who belongs to today. lucky day?"

...

"call……"

The two thugs with fat builds and fleshy faces, with black hair on their chests and muscles on their arms under their taut leather jackets, stood under the golden signboard of the spear cave, with serious expressions and slow eyes.

Look back and forth at the guests entering and leaving the brothel.

Two men in thick gray cloaks stepped on the slippery ground in the drizzling rain, and came into sight from left to right.

The janitors each stretched out one hand and crossed them outside the gate of the spear cave, stopping those who stopped them and confiscating dangerous weapons.

A stunning blue light suddenly flashed before his eyes.

The cloak's fingers quickly outlined two inverted triangles, as flexible as butterflies fluttering among the flowers.

The two thugs were instantly fascinated by the flowers, and followed the cloaked man into the rain with a dull expression.

Afterwards, three other "new customers" in simple gray clothes with strong stature and eyes like amber streamed in from the gate.

In the hall shrouded in extravagant sounds and ambiguous lights.

The three walked to a corner table.

A Gwent game is in the throes.

Both sides of the game were red-faced, and among the spectators was a bald middle-aged man who was watching the game intently.

The witcher came to him, looking around casually.

One, two, three... A total of three bodyguards stood in the shadows in the corners of the hall, their eyes alertly scanning the laughing guests and the flamboyant, coquettish girls.

Look up again.

In the far corner room on the left side of the second floor, two burly men stood guard at the door, as if two stone statues were motionless.

The witchers exchanged glances.

Oaks suddenly walked towards the heavily-made-up prostitute in the center of the hall, raised the corners of his mouth, raised his eyebrows, rubbed his hands like a "ordering" guest, and chatted happily with her.

The bodyguard on the roof was attracted by his loud voice.

The bald-headed man stood behind the bald man, and the huge body with muscular knots blocked the sight of the bodyguard on the first floor.

Serrit patted the bald man on the shoulder.

"Well, what are you doing? I know you? Don't block me from watching the game?!" The bald man said with an impatient look on his face, suddenly shaking.

His eyes were blank and blank at first, and then stared round.

Uplifted vertical and horizontal ravines in front of the forehead.

Crooked mouth and squinting eyes are full of anger!

I started to tremble, trembling with anger!

Serret quietly stuffed a small bag of compensation into his trouser pocket again, and left the table with the bald man.

He walked slowly to the bodyguard in the corner.

"Bang! You bastard, dare to cheat, greedy for Lao Tzu's money, you are tired of living!" The bald middle-aged boy suddenly shouted, stood up and overthrew the Quint chessboard in front of him.

Bottles smashed into pieces, Gwent cards and crowns all over the floor

Suddenly, a pot exploded in the hall!

Several onlookers began to fight.

And the bald man blushed, violently pushed down an angry Quint player who was about to explode, and then threw himself up and scuffled into a ball.

The onlookers were busy picking up money, and some people applauded.

Unexpectedly, the bald head went crazy and pulled out another hand, pulling an innocent bystander into the battlefield.

The hall is a mess!

...

The two bodyguards in the corner were alarmed, with grins on their faces, and rushed over aggressively.

At the same time, all the guests in the hall, the waiters, and even the two bodyguards upstairs were all attracted.

Oaks is still hotly entangled with the prostitute.

The two demon hunters were shaped like electricity, one left and one right, took a few steps, and instantly approached the last bodyguard who stayed in place.

This jujube red-faced, bearded muscular man had his lips squirming, and before he could make a sound, one palm with his ring finger folded and the remaining four fingers stretched out in front of him.

He shuddered like an electric shock.

He suddenly raised his head, the corner of his mouth raised, revealing a strange smile.

Go straight up the stairs.

Downstairs on the back of him, two bodyguards were teaching the bald man a hard lesson, one put his arms around his neck and the other punched his chest and abdomen.

No one noticed his movement.

…

As soon as the bodyguard shop with a weird smile came, he raised a purse and waved enthusiastically at the two colleagues in the corner of the second floor.

"Ding ding ding dong..."

The pleasant sound of coins colliding attracts a person...

Then…

A few minutes later, in a room full of spring in the Lance Cave, five bodyguards with big arms and round waists were arranged in a line on the big bed, snoring like thunder.

The prostitute and Oaks who were guarding the hall also disappeared. Everything was quiet and orderly again.

The remaining two witchers, accompanied by an ordinary man with a simple and honest face, stepped up the stairs and walked to the corner room on the second floor.

...

Olof Beard was watching with great interest in the market, an ugly man with a lion nose and a wide mouth and a pockmarked face, "This ugly monster looks really unique, could it be a cross between a dog and a frog? Let me think about it. , how to transform so that you can become a perfect collection?"

Olof propped his chin in front of the windowsill, and there was a cruel light in his eyes.

suddenly.

"call--"

A flash of fluorescence rose in the air in front of the man's eyes.

A round and crystal clear glass jar turned into a streamer and flew into the window and landed right at his feet.

The speed was too fast, and the man's heart skipped a beat, but he couldn't react at all, he heard a crisp "click..." sound.

Broken glass splashes.

A large patch of stars flickered, and the tiny particles emitting fluorescent light drilled out of the glass jar, and spread into the surrounding space in the blink of an eye, wrapping Olof upright.

"Zizi..."

The warlock appeared yellow arcs all over his body, and the unimpeded magic power in his body seemed to be frozen in an instant, unable to mobilize even a single cent!

"Come on!"

Olof shouted and sprinted towards the door.

After all, after being the Big Three for more than ten years, he has also encountered many dangers, and his face is not confused at all.

However.

"Whoosh-"

A small crossbow arrow shot through the window and into the room.

The space is like ripples on the surface of water.

A black-haired, golden-eyed, slender man drilled into the ripples extremely mysteriously.

At this moment, the warlock stopped fleeing and turned around suddenly, without seeing any spells or gestures from him, the ruby ​​ring on his index finger glistened with a dazzling yellow light.

"Boom—"

Instant - Fireball!

A fist-sized, orange-yellow fireball stirred a row of flames and went straight to the attacker.

The tongues of flame around the fireball were extremely hot.

Just half a breath.

The temperature in the room was roasted several degrees, and the air distorted in the heat.

And the witcher who drilled the ripples didn't have time to react at all, and was hit in the chest by the fireball.

boom!

Sparks scattered, and the yellow light was annihilated.

The Quinn seal covering the whole body was instantly shattered, and the huge impact knocked the witcher backwards.

He groaned in pain.

Health dropped by a third.

"Naive, anti-magic bombs can restrain me?" Orlov blocked the door with a grim smile, and stroked the obsidian ring on his middle finger again.

"Z-"

Electricity was generated in the empty room, the whole room was bright and bright, and the twisted silver snake drilled out of the ring, hitting the fallen witcher.

No, just hit an afterimage.

When the witcher couldn't let go, he rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the electric shock, and the delicate red carpet beside him was pierced, and the charred thread was pulled out.

Immediately afterwards, Roy probed with his left hand and grabbed the crossbow from the void.

The index finger pulls the trigger.

"Whizzing--"

With multiple enchantments, two arrows dragged the meteor-like tail and instantly reached the warlock's chest.

And Olof remained calm.

The experienced mage has already pinched the pendant between his necks—

"Bang, bang... dong..."

Three consecutive collisions.

The moment the arrow was close to the body, it was bounced off by the magic shield that the warlock had already activated.

The two stun arrows made Olof sluggish for 0.2 seconds, and he was replaced by a normal casting warlock, who had already lost his combat effectiveness due to the backlash of the spell.

But he is different.

Unleash spells in an instant with carefully crafted enchanted gear.

There is no interruption.

After the golden magic shield easily deflected the arrow, he still had enough energy to activate the second spell——

Resist the force field!

"Boom!"

A wave-like white air current was centered on Olof and washed all around.

There seemed to be a tenth-level gust of wind in the room.

The quilt cover, the mirror, and the crystal lamp on the ceiling were all pulled open by a huge push, making it a mess!

As the arrow flickered close to Olof, the witcher who bore the brunt was like a tattered puppet.

Severe pain, sore and weak!

Dark gold's pupil flashed a trace of pain.

The witcher gritted his teeth.

"activation!"

The coolness surged up, instantly soothing the pain.

...

However, Olof didn't have time to pursue the victory, his face turned pale, and the whole person fell into a huge panic.

His face showed the first panic in the battle.

Also the last time.

A row of blood-colored tentacles reflected in the pupils, drilled out of the void, passed through the mana shield that was as strong as a barrier, and entangled his body, his will, and his soul.

Make him unable to move, not even his fingers with rings.

"call…"

Within two seconds, the witcher had climbed up and flashed to his side again.

The silver sword with the leather sheath in his hand hit the purple short-haired head from top to bottom.

Hilt Strike!

"Boom"

Olof Beard fell heavily to the ground.

Lost consciousness like a dead dog.

"Huh—" Roy breathed a long sigh of relief. This was the first time he had beaten a warlock so badly.

"In the future, you must not underestimate spellcasters, especially well-prepared spellcasters!"

Roy took the Warlock's arm, dragged it to the center of the room, and opened the door.

"Caz—"

"Hey, boy, are you bitten by a ghoul, what a disgrace, this guy is so tricky?"

"Serret, don't speak rude words to me! Hurry up and close the door!" Roy squatted on the ground, and took off the Warlock's eight rings and delicate Hazelite amulet neatly. "How is the situation outside? There was a lot of movement just now!"

"Don't worry, this guy's bodyguards are all sleeping, and he will explain it to him later, there will be no problem!"

"Then, Your Excellency Gawain, now he's handing it over to you..." Roy glanced at the two ordinary men surrounded by the Snake faction.

The latter held his fingers crossed in front of his lower abdomen, his face was sullen, and he took a step forward in extreme anxiety.

Sesame-sized yellow eyes locked on unconscious Olof Beard...

The three witchers also held their breaths, staring at the shapeshifter with beastlike vertical pupils.

They were the first in the world to see the shapeshifters exert their abilities with their own eyes, and they were unwilling to let go of a single detail.

Soon, Gawain's facial features began to disappear, like kneaded dough, his body, limbs, and bones also began to shrink, collapsing toward the central mass.

into a wriggling mass of mud.

A dazzling blue light flashed.

It seems that there is an invisible and transparent sculptor in the room, delicately pressing and shaping the mud ball.

Limbs, necks, and faces quickly emerged, from indistinct to lifelike.

But two or three seconds.

One of Olof Beard's "twin brothers" came alive.

"Tsk tsk..." Roy touched the deformed monster's arms and neck in surprise, and handed him the confiscated enchanted equipment. "It's exactly the same as the real thing. I didn't expect to be able to change clothes and pants."

"That's right... even if this guy's parents are here, they can't tell the difference," Serret said.

"Our plan must be foolproof!" The bald man patted Olof Shapeshifter on the shoulder and said boldly, "Gawain, oh no, Your Excellency Olof, from today onwards, you and the witcher are one The grasshopper on the rope."

"We are the most solid allies. If there is any trouble in the future, just mention it! Of course, in some critical moments, I hope you can lend a helping hand!"

"Guck..." Olof Shapeshifter suddenly retched, clutching his stomach, "This guy, what a fucking pervert! He actually collected a whole room of dried corpses."

"You read his memory?"

Roy wondered,

"Um…"

"Uh... as allies. We have to make a rule, without permission," Serret said solemnly. "You can't copy our own brothers."

"Okay, Your Excellency Olof, you go to see those bodyguards first and wake them up!" Leto's tone sank, and his knife-like eyes swept to the unconscious collector, "We should take Oro as agreed. I took my husband to the old place."

"Don't keep Kayane and Todd waiting too long."

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