The metal cup is placed on a thick and sturdy table top. The surface of the cup has no decoration, it is very rough, but it is strong enough and has a large amount. The sweet eggnog inside is even more clear in the sun.
Sweet eggnog is not only cheap, but also very popular, especially in Hokuriku near the border Morsa, sweet eggnog that can bring warmth to people is almost a must for everyone who goes out.
Holluf is no exception.
Even though he has retired, he still likes to have such a cup in the afternoon.
Today, however, is an exception.
Horuf, who was holding the wine glass, kept staring blankly at the empty space, his eyes were distracted, and he fell into deep thought.
The guy next to him looked at his boss's appearance, and immediately retreated quietly.
For several days in a row, these guys have gotten used to their boss being in a daze from time to time.
Some people asked at the beginning, but Horuf kept silent every time, or was in a hurry. After directly reprimanding them, these guys knew what to do.
The door closed silently.
After a few more minutes, Horuf sighed heavily.
Snake pie
Is there really a snake pie
The retired witcher scratched the few remaining hairs on the top of his head with a suspicious look on his face.
He recalled again the man who called himself 'Snake School Colin' two days ago.
He didn't believe the other party's words at first.
Even if the other party is very powerful and behaves like a demon hunter, he has never heard of the snake faction that the other party is talking about.
Therefore, he only thinks that the other party is fabricating and nonsense.
If the other party had explained at the time, he would have insisted that the other party was a liar.
But the other party not only did not explain.
Not even an excuse.
I just said, 'If you know it, you must know it, if you don't know it, you will never know it! ' After that, he returned to the room like this.
Moreover, in the next few days, the other party never came to him.
He is familiar with this technique.
In fact, he used similar techniques to bluff many nasty guys.
but…
Is it really a bluff technique
One day, two days, three days.
From being completely disbelieving at the beginning, until now, Horuf has become dubious.
Because, after he thought about it, he was not worthy of the opponent's bluffing.
his hotel
For ordinary people, it is a good industry.
But for someone as powerful as the other party, it is really dismissive.
The equipment he left behind
It's even more impossible.
He originally wanted to give those things to the other party. When he showed the 'Lone Wolf Mark' to the other party, he was ready to do so. He believed that the other party should have felt it, otherwise it would be impossible to refuse so simply.
Thinking of the other party's answer at that time, Horuf couldn't help breathing shortly.
"What a bastard!"
"Whether you are a snake or not, you are an annoying guy!"
"but… "
"Is there really a snake pie?"
"Different from ordinary demon hunters, is it a demon hunter hiding in the dark?"
Horuf whispered softly.
He recalled the history of the witcher.
It seems that every time when the demon hunter should be extinct, it will continue inexplicably again, as if there is an unknown existence that has been protecting the "fire" of the demon hunter.
If there really was a snake pie...
It seems to be able to explain all this.
Because of this, Horuf did not rashly contact the witcher he knew well.
He wasn't sure if he could trust the witcher he once knew.
Although the war that nearly destroyed the demon hunters was due to the investigation of the 'black disaster' in name, he always believed that there were problems within the demon hunters.
Otherwise, it is impossible to directly defeat.
Perhaps, the Snake faction also knew.
Even the members of the Snake faction hid in that war, but they didn't spread the news in time when they discovered something, but they gave certain hints. Therefore, the Snake faction became more and more secretive.
They didn't spread the 'fire' of the witcher again immediately, but hid themselves, looking for the truth of the matter.
When I came to find me, it was only after some trials that I confirmed that I had no problem.
Then, hope to know some secrets from my mouth.
Horuf thought quietly.
Thinking involuntarily toward the good side.
This is human inertia.
Like the good side, hate the bad side.
When things happen, I always hold a fluke, even if the real malice comes, I still hold a fluke, and it will not change until death comes.
Even if Horuf was a witcher, it wouldn't change that.
because…
Horuf refused to accept the fiasco of the witcher from the bottom of his heart.
Even if he chooses to retire.
After hesitating for a moment again, Horuf decided to have a frank talk with that Colin in a while.
He can't wait any longer.
If we wait any longer, he should really be bald!
Carefully combed the few remaining hairs from left to right, and after sticking them to the scalp, he drank the sweet eggnog in the glass, feeling the heat rising from his stomach, Horuf kneaded Rubbing his plump belly, he couldn't help looking at the direction of the Temple of War through the window, where there were dark clouds and thunder rolling.
"Mars?"
"whispering sound."
Horuf curled his lips in disdain.
The reason why demon hunters are not liked has a lot to do with their beliefs.
They don't believe in any gods, even if they pretend to be.
They only trust teachers, parents, family and friends.
They only believe in the weapon in their hands.
They are not of the light.
They are not of darkness.
Walking on the brink of death.
Glory without praise.
There is no reciting of hymns.
Only inner pride.
Subconsciously raised his head and put it on his chest, feeling the strong beating of the heart in his chest, Holuf opened his mouth and strode towards his wardrobe.
Folded battle axe.
Shabby trench coat.
Bad brim hat.
There is also a backpack next to it, which is also full of a sense of age. A short gun is inserted into one side of the backpack, and several throwing knives are pinned to the other side. There are some sundries in the backpack.
Horuf picked up the folded tomahawk and picked up the backpack.
With a shake of his hand, the folded battle ax immediately unfolded and turned into a long-handled battle axe.
Holding the tomahawk in one hand, Horuf aimed a vertical chop at his side.
boom!
With a dull sound of breaking through the air, the ax slammed hard on the ground.
The ground paved with stone slabs was directly shattered, and the smoke and dust spread upwards, completely blocking the view of the entire room, and the battle ax in Horuf's hand swept across again.
Woo!
The blade of the ax brought a strong wind, rolled up layers of smoke and dust, and slashed at the place that seemed to be empty.
boom!
A figure was smashed out.
This is a figure whose whole body is wrapped in gray-black clothes. The moment it landed, it rolled away like smoke.
Watching this scene, Horuf sneered a few times.
If it was before, when he was silently affected by that bastard's ability to 'provoke', such a way of hiding would naturally be seamless, but now
Facing a truly sober witcher, this kind of concealment is like an ostrich digging its head into the sand.
Horuf directly pulled out the short gun.
Different from the common short matchlock guns, this short gun is thicker, the muzzle is the size of an adult's fist, and when the trigger is pulled—
boom!
The fire flickered like a cannon.
The tiny projectiles shattered everything within 100° in front of Horuf and within five meters in a shrouded manner.
Whether it's tables and chairs, or enemies.
The enemy covered in the whole body, at this time, has no good meat, and the whole body twitched in the darkness, staring at Horuf with wide eyes, and then lost his breath.
Horuf didn't pay any attention to this enemy, he stepped back quickly with force on his feet.
boom!
The chubby figure crashed straight into the wall behind him.
And the moment Horuf left the room, the corpse on the ground swelled up as if inflated, and then, the flames flickered.
boom!
The room where Horuf lived was blown up to the sky.
Horuf, who was out of the range of the opponent's self-destruction, did not have any real damage, but he was a little disheartened. While spitting out two mouthfuls of dirt from his mouth, he stabbed the battle ax behind him.
Enemy, more than one!
In the aftermath of the explosion, the enemies wrapped around their bodies appeared one by one.
They surrounded Horuf layer upon layer and densely.
These figures are like the previous enemies, they all have a human-like body shape, but their aura is like a beast, even if their faces are covered by bandages, they can still hear hoarse roars.
Like a pack of wolves, they circled around Horuf, looking for the weakness of the demon hunter.
Horuf squinted, with the long-handled battle ax in his hand horizontally in front of him, his fat waist slightly bowed, and the whole person looked like a huge wine barrel.
Then…
Spinning fast!
The long-handled battle ax flew up and down!
One after another, the ax blades swept through the air at a high speed, cutting the air, and brought up a series of wind blades.
The next moment, when these wind blades converged, a small tornado appeared.
With its crazily spinning and strong suction, the enemies surrounding it were quickly drawn into it and torn to pieces.
However, more enemies appeared around.
Without the slightest fear, they just stared at Horuf so closely.
They are waiting!
Waiting for the moment when Horuf gets tired!
They all know that such a move is very strong.
But it is absolutely impossible to last!
Once Horuf slows down, that's when the opponent dies!
In this regard, Claire Huo is very sure!
Standing in the crowd, Carlisle looked at Horuf with cold eyes. Although he knew about the so-called 'Snake School' from Lun Karl, Carlisle didn't take it seriously.
A group of guys hiding in the shadow corner, if it was before the 'black disaster', maybe they could cause them a little trouble, but now
Totally impossible!
Their target is no longer on these mortals.
But the 'mist' is more troublesome than imagined!
Claire Huo looked at the dense fog that suddenly appeared in the distance.
This 'arrival' was completed without making a sound, and it actually became a demigod-like existence.
"So, the so-called Snake Demon Hunters are not useless."
In a haughty tone, Clareho, who was dressed in a black robe, smiled contemptuously.
Demi god
Of course he wasn't.
However, he will definitely not be afraid of demigods.
After all, standing behind him is a real god.
Therefore, he chose the most direct way.
Kill Horuf, and then kill that so-called snake demon hunter.
Then
If only more Snakes sent witchers popped out.
He will kill them all.
Finally, nature is the so-called 'fog'.
However, that was not his concern.
The gods behind him will deal with each other very well.
Mortals deal with human affairs.
The gods are naturally handed over to the gods.
This is the rule of Hokuriku.
Although the Quiet Night Secret Order is secretive and weird, but after having the "Miss Calamity" as its backing, it no longer minds abiding by such rules.
After all, it's good for them, isn't it
It seems that now, he can completely ignore the opponent's gods and use absolute advantages to win an overwhelming victory.
Feeling that the whirlwind was getting smaller and smaller, and seeing Horuf whose physical strength was gradually weakening, the smile on Carlyleho's face became more arrogant and contemptuous.
He won again!
this feeling...
It is wonderful!
Step, step!
Clear footsteps came from one side, and the arrogant and contemptuous smile on Carlisle's face reached its peak. He turned around and looked at Kieran who came out of the shadow on one side.
"Snake, shouldn't it be hiding in the shadows?"
"The revealed snake is not dangerous."
Carlylejo spoke slowly, and then frowned slightly.
The haughty contempt on Qin Ran's face made him very uncomfortable.
He's used to seeing people like that.
But he's not used to seeing him like that.
Especially when this feeling is still real, not a disguise, Carlisle Huo inexplicably felt a trace of anger.
"superior!"
Carlisle waved his hand.
Immediately, the surrounding subordinates rushed towards Qin Ran who came out.
Exactly the same way as surrounding Holuf.
The advantage of numbers was brought to an extreme by these people.
but-
Hiss!
Bursts of snake hissing sounded suddenly.
Thick snake shadows sprang out from the ground and wrapped around these people.
In an instant, the people who gathered around froze in place.
Not only these people, but also Carlislejo was also shocked.
Their mouths grew wide, their faces were frightened, and their bodies twisted.
"Ah!"
"do not come!"
"Go away!"
Carlisle roared loudly, waving his hands out of thin air, driving away the giant snake that shouldn't exist.
[Sword Skill. Ten Thousand Snakes]!
A kind of sword technique called sword technique is actually an illusion of spiritual magic.
Illusion, when known to be false, is false.
But if it's true...
That's true!
A huge black long sword appeared in Kieran's hand.
Without any fancy, it just split Carlisle in half.
The huge pain woke up Carlisle.
"Illusion, illusion?"
"it's actually very good!"
"But, you brought me out with pain, this is your biggest mistake!"
Carlisle, who was split in half, quickly came to his senses. Not only did he not die, but he also stared at Qin Ran with vigor, ready to attack again.
However, once again he saw that expression of contempt that made him extremely uncomfortable.
"I am going to kill you!"
"Killed... ah!"
Carlisle roared in anger, but the next moment, the roar was replaced by screams.
A black flame appeared from the opponent's body, and the fire of desire was burning blazingly.
'Arrogance' didn't even look at the other party, just turned around and walked towards Horuf. Beside him, black flames began to spread, and all the members of the Silent Night Secret Order were deeply engulfed in it.
Like blossoming lotuses of the abyss,
bloom.