The Game of Demon Hunter

The man in armor seemed to be on the verge of collapse after receiving the news: "This is one of the closest defense nodes to those bugs. If it is a small-scale bug attack, those mages will not come here! This time it must be the big one!" An attack of such scale! We are doomed!"

This kind of soldiers who collapsed because of fear of death, trainee political commissars have been seen a lot, and this kind of people accounted for half of the army of each vassal state.

Generally speaking, when you inflict far more casualties on them than they do on the battlefield, they tend to bring out their heroic side.

But the person in front of the demon hunter is currently the only channel through which information can be obtained, and perhaps a gentler method is needed.

"Crack! Crack!" Two consecutive slaps made the armored man spin in the air and land on the ground. This hand directly suppressed the mercenaries waiting for the result of the negotiation behind them. Many of them covered their faces. .

"Are you sober?" The demon hunter grabbed the breastplate of the armor with both hands, and lifted the man up from the ground: "Otherwise the whole scene will be ugly."

"It's useless. Every time there is a large-scale attack by insects, the defenders in this place will be wiped out. Except for mages who can escape from the battlefield, no one else has any chance." The armored man lowered his head and spat out three teeth. There is no spirit of resistance at all.

The tall man was crying like a 180-pound child: "It took me fifteen years to climb from a slave to the rank of a Templar! I have only been out of slavery for less than two months ! As a result, I am going to die!"

Hearing the armor man's words, the surrounding mercenaries became a little restless.

Excluding the demon hunter and his party, which accounted for a quarter of the number, the remaining thirty people were divided into three parts.

A small group of sword and shield fighters as the main force, about a dozen people, has been hugged together from the very beginning, it seems to be a fixed team, and immediately walked towards the gate.

Another group of seven or eight people was led by an archer, and the group was also dominated by long-range attackers. There were only two shield-wielding warriors as cover, and they looked at the surrounding slave soldiers with vigilant eyes.

The rest were all lone wolves, including the mad warrior mad cow who had been released by the female warrior once.

The five hundred slave soldiers who entered the fort with them were like robots, watching the matter in front of them coldly, and the same was true for the slave soldiers standing on the city wall.

Throwing the man in armor on the ground, the witcher turned around and grabbed the double-edged ax of the mad warrior Mad Bull in his hand. He stepped on the right hand of the man in armor with one foot, and put the blade of the ax on his finger: "Okay, in order not to waste time, let's start with the simple one!"

The mad cow's eyes widened, he didn't even see when the other party took the ax from his hand! A weapon is a man's life, this is provoking the son of the mad cow!

However, the burning anger in his heart dissipated under the watchful eyes of the female warrior like ice in summer. The mad cow dared to swear to the great Witch King that he had never seen such a hot-tempered woman in his life!

Look at that razor-sharp face, look at those bell-like eyes! These powerful limbs, these strong chest muscles! Mad Bull felt that he should consider taking this woman back to the tribe!

"What's your name?" asked the witcher, holding his ax in both hands.

The armored man who was thrown dizzy hadn't come out of his despair, and his little finger had already left his body in a daze: "Ah!"

"It's too slow, you need to speed up your reaction speed. After cutting your fingers, I will continue from your toes." Amidst the man in armor's screams, the witcher pressed the ax blade on his ring finger.

"My name is... ah!" The man in armor was interrupted by another scream, and his ring finger joined his little finger.

"Forget it, I'm suddenly not interested in your name, tell me about the insect swarm you mentioned." Xu Yichen cut off the second finger lightly, which was a small psychological hint.

Show the tortured person that he is not a conformist person, force the other party to speak subconscious answers, and do not give the tortured target time to build logical thinking.

"Wait, let me tell you!" the man in armor screamed before he had time, he was afraid that this person who turned his face as soon as he said it would continue to torture him: "This fortress built a defense node to defend against the attack of the bugs. When those bed bugs appear , if the number is small, I will let the slave soldiers destroy it!"

"We've had a good start, let's continue!" The witcher slightly loosened the strength on his feet, allowing blood to circulate in the palms of his feet, causing another round of screams from the man in armor.

Several people in the archer team seemed to want to stand up and stop the atrocities in front of them, but were stopped by the leading archer.

"If the number of those bugs is large, I need to operate the defense facilities in the fort to clear them first, and then send those slave soldiers to finish them off!" The armored man's face was full of snot and tears, mixed with the sand on the ground, looking embarrassed Unbearable: "When the number of bugs exceeds 5,000, a mage will come here in person to take over the defense system of the fortress!"

"In other words, the number of bugs this time exceeds five thousand?" The witcher looked around. With the strength of this steel fortress, plus forty professionals, there may be more than five hundred mortal soldiers. Is it a fight?

"That's right, that's why Master Mage came here." The armored man seemed to calm down after experiencing the severe pain: "You don't understand, this is the innermost ring of the ring defense belt built by the great Witch King. In the past twenty years, how many times has this place been trampled by bugs?"

"Very good, I like your current attitude. If we can communicate like this from the beginning, the scene will be much more harmonious." Although the witcher said so, he didn't let go of his feet.

"One hundred and fifty-seven times, this place has been trampled down by bugs one hundred and fifty-seven times in twenty years." The armored man growled and said, "Do you know how many times the mage has personally sat down? It's also one hundred and fifty-seven times. Second-rate!"

This answer made everyone present look ugly.

"Ha...ha...ha!" The armored man laughed loudly: "Whenever there is a large-scale swarm of insects, our role is to hold them back as much as possible, and let the mage cause enough damage to the insects' vitality! Then when the city wall was filled up by bugs, Master Mage teleported away with a whoosh!"

"Then repeat this tactic at the next node, and it won't take long for the bugs to be killed or injured." The witcher added.

PS: I actually forgot to update. . . Obsessed with raising little frogs, it was almost eight o'clock before I realized that today's chapter has not been published yet

PS: Thanks to the book friend @越人语天 for the reward, and thanks to the book friend @迷前人 for the reward