The Divine Hunter

Chapter 619: Learn to offer sacrifices in humility

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A dark cave where you can't see your fingers.

The top of the arched rock cave is more than ten meters high, and the dense gray stalagmites are like wickers hanging down, ready to dance with the chaotic darkness at any time.

Boom!

A gust of wind suddenly blew in the darkness.

Sand and gravel rolls.

A scarlet swirling door ripped open the void.

Two figures jumped out one after another and landed on the rough gravel ground.

A dim light illuminated their figures.

One person is carrying two swords, with a viper pendant flying on his chest, and his silver-gray pupils are shining, piercing the darkness like a wolf.

The other person was thin and pale, carrying a shoulder bag. The black robe was sewn with various herbal pockets, and his body exuded a strong herbal fragrance.

"The portals summoned by blood magic are much more secure than those summoned by the group of warlocks," Roy turned to the barber, and made no secret of the admiration in his eyes, "It doesn't turn around at all, making people feel sick. Why don't we both Cooperate and cooperate, and in the future, you will help the Brotherhood to open the remote teleportation service, and you will pay for each time, rare herbs or the blood of various monsters!"

"It's okay to come here once in a while, but long-term cooperation will be avoided."

Regis hesitated for a second, shook his head, and gave a compliment by the way, "Speaking of which, Your Excellency's courage is really amazing, you dare to come to the underworld with me alone to disturb the sleep of the shadow elders."

"You have no fear of death?"

"If the vampire gods are going to kill me. Is there a difference between one and a bunch?"

Roy kicked away a broken bone under his foot at will, and turned a corner along the corridor.

"The difference is that the companions will be involved in the funeral."

"Isn't that enough?!"

Regis was at a loss for words, his expression was dumbfounded, but the anxiety in his heart eased slightly.

This is also the first time he has seen an elder in the past fifty years.

In the past, every time he met, he was terrified. The natural suppression from the bloodline level made him unable to resist, and he was humbled into the soil.

"To be honest, it's a pity that a witcher like you died."

Regis jumped lightly down the five-meter high slope, and the cave began to descend gradually.

"What kind of witcher?"

"Treat our group of aliens equally. When I first met, I noticed that you clearly saw our identity, but there was no fear, discrimination or hatred in your eyes. On the contrary, your gray-green pupil companion has a very hostile attitude."

"Because you abide by the principles." Roy took a step and his voice was sonorous and powerful, "The aliens who speak principles are better than the chaotic and cannibalistic humans."

"I agree with your statement."

Regis quickened his pace, walked side by side with him, a strange light flashed in his eyes, took a deep breath, and seemed to have made some kind of difficult decision,

"I don't think you should have died here."

"It just happens that I haven't entered the underworld yet, and it's not too late to return."

Regis put his hands behind his waist, looked at the witcher's calm face and said hesitantly,

"You can leave this continent and take a boat across the ocean to the other side of Ophire for refuge. The climate and environment of that territory are not suitable for the survival of the vampire tribe, and the power of the elders is difficult to reach."

Roy looked at the herbal doctor in surprise, not expecting the other party to consider this step for himself.

"If I leave, how will you explain to the elders and send Gaitan over?"

"Gaitan has become a member of the tribe, and the elders will not deprive him of his life at will. There is a high probability that he will be taken to Deshamuna, where he will be imprisoned for decades." Regis shrugged, "But you, it is difficult. Run away. Because the elders never show kindness to other races."

"Thank you for the reminder. Regis, you are a good person. After this trip, we will not cut off contact. I want to introduce you to some friends who are equally good." Roy put his arms around the barber's shoulder , the latter's muscles froze, grinned, showing an awkward expression, obviously not used to this kind of intimate action,

The witcher can't control that much,

"Now, if you come, you can stay safe. Even if you run away, why don't you tell me what to pay attention to after entering the underworld? I heard that the elder has a bad temper, and I don't want to provoke him."

Once in a bad relationship.

He can only compete with the shadow elders by opening the descent.

But that would lead to an immortal state.

Leveraging the plan is bound to fail.

"In a way, it's morbidly sensitive and moody. For more than two thousand years, it's used to a 'condescending', imperative style of communication, in front of it, you can't show a trace of aggression, or hostility, Don't appear arrogant or arrogant."

Regis' voice trembled involuntarily, desperately suppressing his fear,

"You have to be humble and honest, revere it like a god!"

"When I open the underworld and enter the realm of the elders, I suggest you keep absolutely quiet, don't speak, don't move, keep your hands far away from the potion and the silver sword, and I'll explain your intention to come to the door to apologize. "

"Do you need to kowtow?" Roy grinned with a weird smile and bent his knees.

"If that's your way of showing respect, that's fine."

Regis met his eyes and said seriously,

"The god of bad omens didn't let me do this great gift." Roy shook his head and changed the subject, "It's all dead anyway, I might as well be bold, I want to make a deal with this god of vampires, what should I do? Do?"

Regis looked at him in surprise, but didn't get to the bottom of it,

"You killed Grufid of the Shadow Tribe. You are guilty. After listening to my explanation, the elder will let you speak only a thought, and it is more likely to kill him immediately."

Regis slowly waded through a puddle, and chose one of the many forks as dense as a mine road, "But if you offer sacrifices to it and please it, you will have a chance to say a few words. But every time you say A word has to be rethought, and if it annoys it anywhere, he'll tear your head off, drink your blood, and tear you to pieces."

"What sacrifice?" Roy automatically ignored the warning, and glanced at the surrounding stone walls, more specifically, the artificial marble door with some ancient sacrifice patterns painted on it, and the scribbled human being was holding a banana leaf package As an offering, he paid homage to a man who was as black as night.

"Some ancient coins are hidden in the caves on the periphery. But to collect them, you have to solve a few little troubles that are not very obedient."

call out-

Silver flashes!

The arrow penetrated the dark mid-air and flew to the top of the cave.

A cloud of blood burst out from the hanging stalactites.

Puff.

A dark giant fell heavily to the ground, and the bones snapped.

It has the appearance and outline of a humanoid creature, sharp claws like steel knives, two jagged rows of serrations, werewolf-like anti-bow thighs, and explosive muscles all over its body, making it a killing machine.

But at this moment brains, blood, and broken bones splattered from the blood hole in the center of its wrinkled and horny skull, and it was dying, and its small red eyes looked maliciously at the person in the shadow not far away.

Swah—

The figure flickered silently like a ghost.

The half-moon-shaped silver light ripped apart the darkness.

The flesh and bones are divided into two.

puff!

The huge head rose into the air, and the blood-spraying corpse slowly fell like a sunken ship.

Kill the bat-winged demon, experience +200, witcher lv15 (2300/18500)

Roy threw off the blood from the sword, and a trace of emotion flashed in his eyes. A few years ago in the Vizima sewers, he fought so hard to kill a bat-winged demon, but now, killing it is easy.

After dealing with the blind attacker, Roy followed the good habit he had cultivated in the past, dancing with a long sword in his hand, turning into a sophisticated meat cutter, methodically dismantling the spoils, peeling the skin and cramping, taking out the eyes, lungs, Nails are many useful organs.

Then, in the terrified eyes of the high-level vampires watching, they all entered the space.

"Your Excellency Roy, did you do this to Gruffed's body?" Regis was pale and very ugly,

"Haha, high-level vampires are very precious materials, and they can't be wasted." Roy looked up and down Regis with teasing eyes, and the latter couldn't help his eyelids jumping, "But don't worry, I'll never shoot at friends, you very safe!"

Roy squatted down and groped in the pile of bones for a while, and soon found a shell the size of a fingernail with a rough surface, on which was depicted the bust of a gray-skinned, scrawny man.

"Where do these so-called currencies come from?" Roy asked.

"At the beginning of our family's arrival, the development of human society was still very backward and primitive. Some primitive people witnessed the extraordinary skills displayed by the elders in the process of hunting, and were shocked by its mighty power, and began to spontaneously spread its image and deeds. , worshiped the Shadow Elder as a god, painted his portrait on the currency, and even established this Hades for him, and offered sacrifices of animal and human sacrifices to it on a regular basis."

Regis explained patiently and meticulously,

"The elders hate to be disturbed for no reason, but they also enjoy the worship and respect of mortals. Since then, they have restrained the members of the tribe and established an iron law, prohibiting them from killing uncontrollably in human society."

"Unfortunately, just a few hundred years later, even if there is no high intake of prey, this human civilization is still completely extinct in natural and man-made disasters."

"The name of the elder has been removed from the world, and each time he sleeps for ten years."

Registon paused,

"If you present a commemorative coin, it will remind it of this pleasant past. When it is happy, I will let you say a few more words."

Roy nodded suddenly, and then asked curiously,

"The shadow elders have been sleeping in the underworld for ten years, do not need to add any food and water?"

"Its power cannot be predicted by common sense. In fact, it is absorbing the four elements in the air all the time, that is, chaotic energy. These energies are much more 'nutritious' than ordinary food."

"But every time after waking up, the elder will still instruct the members of his tribe to bring in a lot of prey, relive the sweetness of blood, and recall the glorious days of youth. A breeding ground for low-level vampires."

"Sure enough, no matter what kind of intelligent race they are, they like to recall the past when they are older."

Roy sighed, his eyes lit up—

Then it must prefer to recall the customs of its hometown.

"Let's go, find more commemorative coins and make the elder happy enough!"