Reincarnation: Demon Hunter

As for where Father Fletcher’s curse came from, everyone present was naturally clear about it, and because of this clarity and understanding, everyone agreed with such a curse, and even many people even repeated it. Echo, especially those rich men who have survived several catastrophes and survived their lives, greeted all the direct relatives of the maternal line of these desperadoes.Bing@!

If someone now proposes to make a bonus, these rich people will definitely give generously.

It's just that none of the people present at this time put their minds on these, even those dark mercenaries who are Kimpton's life.

If it is said that they did not react to the first sudden explosion, it is still excusable. If they have not reacted to it now, then they are really dead.

"Patriarch North, there are some things, I want to ask!"

A representative from the dark mercenaries was sent to Father Fletcher—compared with the Supreme Government and the Demon Hunters, it is undoubtedly easier for each family to talk, and the Northside family who commanded the action just now is naturally the most The best choice; but, obviously, the old Fletcher at this moment does not have the nature to talk to these dark mercenaries. He waved his hand, pointed to the tower master of the holy relic, and said: "What you need The answers are there!"

The representative of the dark mercenary suffocated, then shrugged his shoulders and retreated to his camp.

He will never ask the tower master of the demon hunter-although the demon hunter maintains a neutral attitude with any forces most of the time, such neutrality does not mean that there will be a friendly start; any People who have been in contact with the Demon Hunter.They all understand that they want to get some news from the unfamiliar Demon Hunter.That is no different from Dengtian.

What's more, one of the six tower masters of the Demon Hunter.

simply put.That is the legend of the demon hunter, and it is also a legend in the eyes of the dark mercenaries.

However, just as the dark mercenaries frowned and meditated on what is good, the tower master of the tower of relics walked towards them, and immediately, these dark mercenaries were shocked--

"Well, everyone, don't be nervous. I have no intentions!"

Blank shook his hip flask and waved his palm amid the gurgling sound of the wine.

"Hello, Lord Blanc!"

The dark mercenaries looked at each other, and in the end, the representative of the dark mercenary stepped forward and bowed in greeting.

"Um... I think we should talk about more practical things-for example: your current situation?" Blank, the tower master of the relic tower obviously doesn't want to bend, he said very directly, "Now You only have two choices. The first one, leave the holy forest area immediately; the second one. Put those careful thoughts aside and join us!"

"May we think about it?"

The representative of the dark mercenary asked hesitantly.

"Of course you can, but it will not take more than three minutes!"

Blank nodded, gave a time limit, then turned around and walked towards Dedes, while greeted the busy Fletcher not far away.

"Our current situation is very bad!"

When Fletcher walked over, Blank said this. He looked at the direction of the mountain in the distance, stretched out his hand and said: "There, the residents of the holy forest are praying before the war-weapons, The armors are being handed out to their hands one by one. About an hour before sunset, we will meet these'militiamen'!"

"Is the information accurate?"

Father Fletcher took a deep breath and asked—the militias in the holy forest will never be the same as the militias in other regions. With faith as the pillar, they will definitely give up their lives to fight. Therefore, even if the strength is not enough, it will become quite difficult, not to mention, no one can guarantee that there will be no martyrs among these'militias'!

Once the piles of martyrs appeared, even if they were of the Solar Class, it would be a headache.

"Very accurate!"

Blanc bit the cork, took a sip of wine, and said affirmatively.

"Iyetta is preventing us from moving forward!" Deeds said in an interface, "From the martyrs in the crowd to the current'militias', Iyetta is stopping and delaying our speed!"

"Then do you have any solution?"

Jemund asked a little impatiently--for the tower master of the tower of competition, this kind of inexplicable'persecution' is really too uncomfortable, as if being restrained.

"Abandon all those who can't move forward quickly, and we will move forward at full speed!"

Deeds made a proposal.

"how can that be?"

Jemund said dissatisfiedly-if they could ignore other people's lives, they would not be so passive at all, they would have already appeared at the foot of the mountain.

"How can it be impossible? Iyetta can't just use the lives of these people to let us stay as'nanny', we just need to find another'nanny' for them!" Deeds glanced at Jemund Later, he looked at Blank and continued: "The Lion Army and the Eagle Army have entered the holy forest area. They only need to return the same way to enter the protection of the two legions!"

"I also gave some suggestions to the mercenaries before. They will be very happy to participate in the escorts!"

Blank said with a smile.

"Well, then we only need to determine who to go now?"

After seeing his friend nodding, Jemond immediately lost his opinion.

"This candidate does not need to be determined!"

After Deeds pointed at Blank and Jemund, he pointed at himself.

"I think I should go all the way!" Old Fletcher said like this. "Don't worry, I won't hold you back-each family has its own heritage, please face this!"

"I will wait and see!"

Blank shrugged his shoulders, and Jemund didn't care even more, but Deeds walked aside and whispered to Moretti and Lilith; and the representative of the dark mercenary.Also walked towards Blanc.As Blank expected.These dark mercenaries, obviously chose the best option for them: retreat.

And Blanc, who had expected it long ago, nodded immediately.

"hope everything is fine!"

Watching the dark mercenaries join the retreating team, Blanc couldn't help but said.

"What will happen?"

Jemund looked at his friend suspiciously.

"Well, first of all, the current situation is beyond our expectations-at the beginning, we have guessed that among the invited people, there must be a few of Iyetta's men; however, we did not expect them to proceed. Suicide attack... Originally, we wanted to solve everything silently!"

"They are too cunning and vicious!"

In Blanc's helpless sigh, Jemond said viciously.

"It's not cunning or vicious, but we underestimated Iyetta's confidence-he is ready to become benevolent if he fails! But, we don't... We still have a kind of'cope' The mentality of solving the immediate problem!" Blanc took a deep breath, the seemingly cloudy eyes, at this time, extremely clear, "We are accustomed to peace, and everything will be based on peace to deal with a problem—— However, Iyetta at this moment does not, he has already ignored peace. So... I only need to be able to complete my plan, even if the holy forest is destroyed, Iyetta will probably not care!"

"This this……"

Jemund was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say. For the tower master of the competition tower, he simply couldn't understand what kind of mentality Iyetta used to complete his plan; and because of this incomprehension, Ling He couldn't grasp how crazy Iyeta was at this moment.

Even Blank, it’s an afterthought--

"The militias in the holy forest are the best proof!" Blank shook his head helplessly again. "The reason why the Holy See can endure for a long time, except for the Hof Mountain Range, is these believers who have strong beliefs. , Without one of the two, the holy forest area has already been destroyed!"

"So, we are very paralyzed!" Blanc shook the flask in his hand, with a trace of worry in his expression."We simply think that standing on the land of the Holy Forest, Iyetta will have some scruples, but this is exactly what Iyetta wants us to think-therefore, at this time, we are everywhere passive... …"

"You mean, Iyeta did this on purpose? So... Mordred?!"

The tower master of the competition tower immediately surprised.

"Well, it's dangerous!"

Blank nodded.

"We will set off right away to support Mordred!"

Jemund said anxiously-although the relationship between the tower master and the tower of thorns is not very good, but if there is any problem, the tower master of the competition will never mind going to the rescue; In fact, in addition to colleagues and friendship, the Lord of the Six Towers also has a sense of honor mixed in.

"Isn't our support counted by Iyetta?" Blank said, and Jemund was taken aback, and then eagerly asked: "Then what should we do? Just do nothing like this. ?"

"Have you forgotten Ye Qi's young people?"

A smile appeared on Blank's face.

"You mean?"

"Well, I believe that those young people will prevent the whole situation from becoming too eroded—at the very least, enough to support us!" Blanc said, pointing to Deeds, "he Why not hurry? Because he thinks Ye Qi can do the best! Therefore, he will let the lion and eagle legions into the holy forest area. This is not a helpless fight, but a plan. plan of!"

"Including the previous blew?"

Jemund frowned.

"That's not in his plan. Didn't you see that Dides's face has turned dark?" Blanc smiled and continued: "Similarly, any plan will have a little loophole— Iyetta is no exception; if we catch this loophole and cooperate with Ye Qi's young people, we will get good results!"

"What loophole?"

Jemund can't wait to ask.

"Lyman, the knight who survived a catastrophe, appeared in Landingburg at this moment..."

Blank said in a low voice.

...

puff!

The hilt of the sword hit the back of the little man, and immediately, a mouthful of blood spurted out; of course.As the little man spouted blood.A dagger scratch also appeared on Mordred's arm.It wasn't very deep, it just cut the oily skin, but the severe pain made Mordred's entire arm tremble.

More importantly, the bright red wound changed to black in the next moment.

toxin.

At any time, there is always an extremely troublesome ability.

Even wizards and scholars who are more knowledgeable, dare not say that they know all the toxins, especially when some toxins interact.It will even make wizards feel a headache; because the technique called mixed poison requires knowing the ratio of two toxins in addition to knowing two or more toxin types.

Anything wrong will cause irreparable losses.

As for magic detoxification?

Perhaps the low-level and elementary toxins are completely okay, but when the toxin reaches a considerable level, even the magical arts are powerless.

Unless, this clergyman specializes in detoxification magic; and this, for the current Holy See.Of course it is impossible; perhaps when the Holy See first emerged, there would still be such characters.But after a thousand years of changes, the current Holy See is no longer the original Holy See.

There are magical techniques for healing and detoxification.

However, they are more inclined to offensive magic techniques, not only magic arts, some techniques and secret arts are also more inclined to offensive.

After all, a Vatican who has no offensive power is like fish on a chopping board.

This is true both externally and internally.

However, there is a kind of person that is not needed.

Apostle who has awakened the talent of poison!

On Lorient, you only need to treat the apostle with poison talent as another special existence because of the opponent's use of poison ability.

Not only can it be poisoned, but it can also detoxify. It is far from the usual troubles of wizards. It is necessary to know the type and proportion of toxins.

It only needs to be absorbed simply.

Of course, there will naturally be a problem of strength.

In the same way, the stronger the apostle with poison talent, the stronger the poison used and absorbed, just like the little man at this time, the kind of poison absorbed from the statue in the "New King Treasure", even if it is in a transcendent state. The legendary powerhouse cannot be ignored.

Mordred's strength and speed, which had been eroded by the toxins, began to drastically drop, causing a slight change in the situation that was previously downside-down.

"Are you still going to delay it?"

Iyetta’s words came again. Compared with the previous few times, this time there was a thick sneer in his words—Iyetta looked at the'performance' in front of her very clearly, although it was extremely realistic, but But it lacks the most critical sense of killing, or even the intent to kill.

A battle without even killing intent can obviously only be called a discussion.

In this regard, Iyetta is extremely dissatisfied.

Because he did not see the scene he wanted to see; therefore, he was ready to restore everything in front of him to the scene he wanted to see.

"Your mother, I think, you can go to death!"

Iyetta said this, and at the same time raised his right hand.

"and many more!"

Mordred stopped loudly, and with such a shout, his strength and speed returned to the original state again.

"Ability, your ability!"

Iyetta warned maliciously.

Hum!

Just as Iyetta’s voice just fell, a special wave appeared between Mordred and the small man who was fighting against each other. The small man who was trying his best to dodge suddenly stopped in place and did not move. Move, let Mordred's long sword pass through his chest.

Puff!

The sound of the blade piercing the flesh and blood came in from the left chest. As Mordred's wrist turned, the heart was churned. The little man looked down at his wound in disbelief. Obviously he didn't think of Mordred. Will really look like a killer.

"Drink!"

A low growl burst out from the throat of the little man who died frequently. In such a roar, an ink-like mist appeared around the little man’s body and shot at Mordred; the latter wanted to dodge, but was caught by the little man. He tightly grabbed the arm holding the sword, and let the ink-like mist shoot straight.

Suddenly, Mordred released his long sword and fell to the ground, black covering his skin, almost instantly losing his breath.

In the same way, the little man with a long sword stuck in his chest fell to the ground and his breath became weaker and weaker.

Ava and the big man rushed up almost instantly, and various medicines began to appear in the hands of the two of them, and they poured money into the little man's wounds and mouth without money.

"Tsk, although there are some twists and turns, it's a pretty good result!"

Iyetta said like this, but no one made trouble with such words; everyone at the foot of the mountain was treating the dying little man, but Tuzan who was nailed to the rock wall outside the bell tower was left with grief.

This unattended situation made Iyetta feel neglected.

In the bottom of my heart, the sudden anger that made him appeared at the foot of the mountain—

"You little beings, dare to ignore..."

Standing in front of the little man being treated, a dark golden light appeared in Iyetta's hand; however, before the light of Iyetta was shot, Mordred, who should have died suddenly, suddenly appeared at his feet. Leaping up, the long sword passed through his chest.

And the little man who fell to the ground dying, even more alive, plunged two flying knives into Iyetta's knee joints.

At the same time, Ava and the big man leaped up like an arrow and appeared on the top of the mountain.

ps first more~~~timing~~~

The chapter of Decadent was written with one-handed code. For four and a half hours, one-hand coded words, it seems that they can't even make a word... Vomiting blood... (to be continued...)