The Game of Demon Hunter

After testing, the witcher's blood seems to go from being a drug that blocks psychic powers to a tonic that revives witches for witches.

Staring at the eyes of several other players looking at rare animals, the intern political commissar stared back one by one with more aggressive eyes, only Vittoria, Xu Yichen had no choice.

The female warrior, blowing the hooligan whistle, cast strange glances at Effilar and the witcher from time to time: "Tsk tsk, true and false Tang Sanzang."

It is really annoying to have a foreign friend who can understand New China culture.

As for Mystique, for Altea's sake, the witcher planned to free her after dealing with the heads of these green skins. Effilar's order to her before was: "Keep this posture until it gets dark."

In order to keep the two abnormal women quiet for a while, the witcher selectively forgot about Mystique, who kept the golden rooster independent, and Celeste, who guarded her.

The heads of more than a hundred green-skinned orcs were piled together, and the militiamen were washing down the pollution with what little Kislev deodorant was left.

The light blue liquid was splashed from the top of Jingguan, and when it spilled out from the bottom, it had turned into gray-black mud with white froth.

The witcher who can face the corrosive body fluid of the famine species can't help but take a step back and avoid this polluted area. I'm afraid that when these green skins were alive, they didn't have the concept of bathing at all. Maybe they relied on who was smellier to decide who was the boss in the case of the same physique?

Not just Xu Yichen, except for the poor militiaman who was unlucky to be selected for this job, everyone stayed away from the heads of this pile of green skins. If it weren't for the fact that everyone here has participated in the battle against the mutants, I'm afraid they wouldn't even have the courage to approach these heads and corpses.

You must know that these people were just street gangsters, gangsters, someone's husband, and father a few days ago, and now they can wash the orc's head carefully.

"When will we bring these heads into the city?" The female warrior picked up the iron bully's head with a stick, and poked it into the prepared lime pile, as if she wanted to do some embalming treatment.

"You'd better drain the blood first." The witcher frowned and glanced at the rough-handed female warrior, and pointed out the essentials of embalming the head, but finally he gave up: "Forget it, what do you want?" Whatever it is, we don't need this thing to keep fresh for long."

In fact, the witcher didn't know whether these green-skinned corpses would decompose, and Mrs. Kisley's manual didn't mention this, probably because they didn't need embalming methods at all on their battlefield.

Mancini was not at all interested in the simple embalming methods taught by the Seresian. This knowledge was not learned in games, and the regular army would not tell you how to dispose of a corpse. This silent mercenary controlled his emotions, not imagining how the other party's knowledge became proficient.

Leading his men to pile up the remaining useless corpses into a hill, Mancini ignited the pile of corpses with a torch. The bucket of special combustion accelerant for green skins worked well. Almost instantly, a flame more than two meters high was ignited on the pile of corpses. The green skin and muscles curled and melted in the flames, making a crackling sound.

The unique stench of the green leather mixed with the smell of roasted protein made the mercenaries who followed Mancini swallow their throats, and the thick black smoke was blown in the direction of Antony Grand Port with the wind.

At the same time, in the field nearly 50 kilometers away from Antony's Port, a team of five people is heading in the direction of Antony's Port.

"Uncle Li, do you think there will be any of us in Anthony City?" A young Serisian dressed like a monk Tang Sanzang gnawed on his dry food, and looked at the one next to him while eating. Very old man.

"Let me emphasize again, I just look old, I am only thirty-two years old." The man called Uncle Li seemed helpless: "Monk, if you call me like that again, be careful next time I get hurt. I will give you your medicine." Substitute paprika."

"Come on, Uncle Li, if there was chili powder, you would have put it in the pot long ago, so you don't want to waste it." Under a tree, a man dressed as a soldier joked. The two nearly one-meter-long broad blades crossed behind his back are very eye-catching.

"You're right, if there is chili powder, I can make you a good pot of hot and spicy soup, so that you can swallow your tongue in your stomach." Uncle Li seemed to recall the taste of food in his memory, Swallowing, the other two actually did the same thing.

With the food in his imagination, the monk who spoke first ate the steamed buns in his hand: "I'm going to let the wind out and bring back the silver. Recently, there are more and more green skins in the forest, so be careful. "

"No need, I'm already back." A girl in cool clothes, short hair with a shawl, who hid her face behind a black mask jumped down from the tree. The petite girl carried a weapon on her back that was almost comparable to the flame-shaped sword of a witcher, forming a stark contrast.

The monk smiled honestly and did not respond, turned around and disappeared into the woods, took over the other party's work, and continued to guard around the camp.

A gloomy man who had been hiding in the shadows took off his hood. He was standing by the tree not far from the monk just now, but before he made a sound, he had no sense of existence: "Did you find anything?" ?”

This voice was as cold as metal, and the girl named Yin couldn't help shivering. As an aboriginal assassin from a family of assassins, although Yin is not very old, he is already a qualified assassin professional. In the words of the players, this girl is the successor of the hidden profession.

But ever since the group of guys who came by boat from their homeland arrived at Moon Shadow Village, Yin, who has always been the favorite of heaven, has been hit hard.

Feng Wuyi, who became the apprentice of Master Tang Sanzang in two weeks; Wang Yue, the warrior who defeated the guards of Yueying Village as soon as he came up; He can fight for 300 rounds. You must know that he is actually a doctor in the village now.

And there was that cold-talking Yang Yuefan who suddenly appeared alone from the black forest on a rainy night, and along with him came the news that the green skins were about to attack Moon Shadow Village, and a long string of green skin ears.

I don't know what the elders of the village thought, but they believed his words so much. If they couldn't beat him by themselves, Yin would have already exposed that prudish face.

PS: How do you build a group if you don’t have enough ten people, right? To build a group, you need to talk about the basic law. There are four players out of five people. The history is not simple. Extra episode. By the way, the only aboriginal girl here is the second girl in the group who plays her true colors. She is addicted to running the group every day, and fails every day.

PS: Thank you book friend @初夏の夜 for your reward