The Journey of the Demon Hunter

This was beyond the capacity of a horse without a blindfold. The horse neighed in fright and stood upright, throwing Zelin to the ground at once. The only thing that comforted Zelin was that the old horse ran away along the path it had come before, instead of directly rushing into the monster's arms.

The beast covered in flames made the howling sound that I didn't know whether it was anger or pain, but it was certain that this was definitely not a sound that humans could make. The crimson flame attached to the armor and muscles like a tarsal maggot, making this giant like a flame monster out of a different world. It wields a long sword and shield, and every swing is accompanied by an unbearable heat wave. His hair and skin had already burned out in the flames, only a pair of eyes without eyelids were left, and blood-red eyeballs were spinning crazily inside.

Zelin turned back, and while standing up, distanced himself from the enemy. He drew out his sword and looked at the monster that suddenly appeared, and the unicorn emblem of Kodwin could still be seen on the flame-black armor. He found that he knew this person---if it could still be called a person in its present form.

"Vandergrave!"

Van der Grift rushed towards Zelin frantically, and the flames left a long tail behind him.

"Pain...death!"

The giant nearly three meters tall rushed towards Zelin, and Zelin rolled and avoided. Van der Grift slammed into a raised rock, and the huge impact made his whole body look like a mass of meat slapped on the rock, which was about to fall apart in the next moment. But he quickly turned around, his crackled eyes fixed on the only living creature in front of him.

"Ah!!!"

He tore his body fiercely, tearing off the burning muscle piece by piece. The burning flesh disappeared after leaving his body, but soon a new flame would come out and continue to burn. Burn. He scratched his scorched scalp frantically, but the flame did not appear to go out. He stood in front of the demon hunter, and hit himself fiercely with a long sword and shield, but he couldn't kill himself, except to make many places on his body. He couldn't do anything except a few flames.

"Kill...Kill..."

The rotten vocal cords can hardly make any meaningful sound. Van der Grift rushed towards Zelin again, and the demon hunter rolled and avoided like the last time. A ball of fire hit not far away, splashing a large amount of sparks.

Zelin tried his best to stay calm in the chaotic environment. This is a curse. Someone cursed Van der Grift, and it was the most vicious blood curse in curse magic. Before the flames completely burned his body to ashes, he would not die. To be precise, he would remain absolutely awake. This is a low-level blood curse, but any blood curse is an extremely vicious spell.

But he can let it end. Zelin turned his back to the corpse mound behind him, and the hot flames scorched his back, and the moisture on his scarf was about to evaporate. He thought of a way, which could not liberate the soul, but at least it could stop the pain in the flesh.

"Vandergrave! I challenge you!"

Maybe it was the voice I heard, maybe it was just the demon hunter as the target of venting his anger, and Van der Griff screamed and ran into the demon hunter. Zelin squinted his eyes slightly. He stared at the monster that was getting closer and closer to him. He could see the rotten skin, burning flames, the stench of death, scary eyes, and There is a high temperature rushing to the face.

When the distance to the enemy was less than three meters, the demon hunter slammed down to the left, and Van der Grift slammed into the burning corpse under the influence of inertia, and the huge body smashed the corpse. Falling to pieces, countless stumps of limbs and broken arms flew out, and then fell like raindrops with flames.

Lie on the ground, after a few seconds, Zelin raised his head, a burning broken arm just fell in front of him, and a scorched ring was still waiting on the ring finger of the broken arm.

Slowly standing up, feeling the temperature on his cheeks, he grabbed the water bottle at his waist and poured half of the water on the scarf. Then the demon hunter turned his head. In front of him, the burning corpse mound was gone. There were burning corpses everywhere on the ground. Van der Grift knocked away the huge fire, and his body finally Destroyed under the burning of this scorching flame, only a pile of indistinguishable ashes remained.

With two heavy coughs, Zelin raised his hand to block the blazing flames, and walked in the direction where the badge was pointed, following the passage that Van der Grift had smashed into.

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Aisi didn't know if it was because she had been rescued by this horse several times in the past, so the **** decided to let her master die with it when this horse died. Now the dead horse was heavily pressed on the bard, no matter how hard Aisi tried, it couldn't move it. She felt sore and tingling in her arms. The heat and exhaustion made her sweat, but the horse corpse on her body was still motionless.

A ball of fire hit a nearby camp, and Selcik’s tent was reduced to ashes along with the manuscript left by the poet in the sound of the explosion.

"Anyone?!" Ess didn't know if anyone could hear her yelling. The continuous crackling sound filled her eardrums, and her yelling disappeared into the air after leaving the corner of her lips. "Anyone else?!"

The previous three Kodwin soldiers had escaped long ago. The flames have not burned over, but any sane person will never return to the battlefield. The victors are still chasing the defeated, but they were an escape before. A chase, and now they are all running for their lives. Compared with the flames that obscure the sky, the glory and spoils of victory have been thrown behind everyone's heads. Compared with lives, that little money is nothing.

"Is anyone here to help?!"

The only response to Aisi was the crackling sound of the plank burning.

The flame rain is moving towards the camp. It was outside the camp wall, and only scattered fireballs fell. But now, more and more flames fall into the camp, and Ai Si can smell the scorching corpse. . Her stomach was rolling, and now she is very thankful that she didn't eat anything at noon.

Aisi looked around, and finally, her gaze stayed on the weapon thrown away by the soldier who had just fled. The soldiers of the professional army not only know how to fight, but also know how to escape. Compared with the farmers who only knew why they didn't have two more legs, they knew that they would throw away their weapons before fleeing, take off their heavy breastplates, and flee with only light bows and short swords.

The poet twisted her waist so hard that she felt powerless. The little physical strength was quickly passing away in the struggle. At this time, she regretted why she didn't eat some bread at noon.

She stretched out her hand, shaking her fingers on the ground, trying her best to stretch forward.

Three centimeters...

Two centimeters...

Less than a centimeter...

"Yeah!"

Aisi screamed, and her fingertips slipped when they touched the hilt, and the blood leaked under her nails was immediately stained red, but to make matters worse, the hilt slid out.

There was another explosion, and a wave of air rushed over the dead horse's corpse, flying over the head with burning planks and wood chips. Ess was lying on the ground, she felt a warmth under her body, something was flowing on her lap, but before she recovered, the unbearable pain overwhelmed her nerves. She didn't know how long it had passed, maybe a second or two, maybe an hour, when she woke up, she found herself wiping tears, but the pain still caused her tears to burst. Live it out.

My face must be ugly now.

For some reason, this thought suddenly popped up in her mind.

The surrounding scenery became blurred, and everything had a double image. She rubbed the corners of her eyes vigorously to calm herself down, but the sharp pain from her lower body still made it difficult for her to concentrate. Aisi raised her head and looked at her lower body under the dead horse, she couldn't help feeling a blessing in her heart. There is no complete skin on the side of the dead horse. The **** rolled up by the blast just now made the nearby camp completely unrecognizable. Aisi, who was crushed under the corpse, was lucky enough to escape, at least the upper body was like this. But the exposed legs are not so lucky. She could feel two big scratches on her leg, and something pierced into her calf. Now she can only pray that this will not cause her serious wound infection.

The flame fell again, and this time burst out less than ten meters away from Ai Si.

"Oh, God."

Looking at the burning fire cloud gradually pressing over in the sky, Ai Si sighed and tried again to reach out and grab the hilt of the sword.

This time, she succeeded.

The pain under her body had already made her feel numb, and her body began to feel the illusion of needle pricks. But the moment she grabbed the hilt, she smiled as if she had been free.

Sorry.

Speaking silently in her heart, Aisi pulled the sword that seemed to weigh a kilogram to her side, pointed the tip of the sword at the horse's corpse, and stabbed it with all her strength. After a fleeting resistance, the blade pierced the skin and pierced into the corpse. Aisi turned her wrist, and only heard a crash, a large piece of meat was cut off.

She couldn't push away the body of a whole horse, but she could use this sword to cut open the place where she was pressed, and then pull her waist out.

The flames burst nearby one after another, and the violent vibration made her almost hurt herself during the cutting.

"Calm down, Ess, calm down, this kind of trivial matter can't bother you, there are so many poems and epic stories waiting for you to discover, write and record, calm down, calm down..."

Ess kept talking to herself, as if she was encouraging herself, but also as if she was persuading herself not to give up.

After an unknown period of time—maybe only five minutes, but Ess was not sure whether her feeling was still accurate—she cut off a piece of flesh from the corpse again, put the sword beside her, and lifted her legs from one side. Pulled out of the pile of slimy organs. Her legs were bloody, half of horse blood, half of her blood. She kept inhaling deeply, and the dwindling oxygen and passing blood made her pale. After sitting on the ground for a few seconds, she grabbed a nearby wooden stick as a crutch and supported herself to stand up.

"These are all my important manuscripts and hard work..."

She said to herself, her expression complicated. But a second later, she threw down the heavy travel bag behind her, and started leaning on a temporary cane to escape south.

But when a piece of red light shone over, she froze on her face for the last time.

She slowly raised her head and looked at the sky covered in flames.

After seeing the tragedy just now, a magic idiot will understand what it means.

The power of the spell began to cover her head, and she couldn't run faster than the wind.

It's too late, and soon the flames will fall like rain.

Ai Si sighed, not knowing why, but at this moment she felt very calm unexpectedly. She leaned on the wooden staff and staggered towards the hill outside the camp.

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