The Divine Hunter

Chapter 75: Plan to kill evil spirits

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After half a day, a complete body could no longer be found in the mine.

Roy's entire figure looks like he has just been fished out from the sea of blood. The linen clothes, outer leather armor, and trousers are all covered with blood stains, minced meat, and soft tissues. His originally clean face was not spared, and there was even more difficulty. The smell of sweat and stench made his nose numb.

He couldn't help but want to take out the water and wash it.

"Kid, don't waste clean water, we have to stay in Smirk for at least a week, save every drop!" The witcher who was sitting on the ground wiping the Guvisher sword stopped him.

This guy's appearance is also not much better, his body is covered in the flesh and blood of evil spirits, and he looks like a bald giant man poured with flesh and blood.

But he ignored it.

"Dirty and stinky can be tolerated. But at least let me wash my hands." Roy thought of a possibility, and couldn't help showing disgust, "When I didn't want to eat, I accidentally swallowed the blood of the evil ghost. into your mouth."

"Heh...then you can use whatever you want." The witcher dropped a sentence, turned his face, and began to rub his sword again, "There will be insufficient drinking water at that time... Although the blood of evil spirits is worse than horse urine, it will quench thirst in a short time. No problem."

"Okay, you won." Roy gritted his teeth and gave in reluctantly. Obviously, thirst and hunger are more deadly than the former, and clean drinking water is indeed precious. "If you don't wash it, you won't wash it. For a week, I will endure it!"

"To be honest, kid, now you have some of the temperament you should have, and you look more pleasing to the eye!" Leto said seriously, "If you can't stand even this filth and stench, how can you become a qualified hunter? Demon?"

In order to comfort the teenager, he gave another example,

"Do you know the Corruptor?"

"I read from my notes that a corpse-eating creature looks like an ooze," Roy was immediately distracted and recalled, "It feeds on carrion, human corpses, and waste... Most of them live in sewers and swamps. , wet and dirty environments such as wetlands.”

"I'll be more specific," the witcher frowned, recalling a bad experience, "Years ago, when I was only twenty years old, a few years after I left Wisgerd, I was ambitious all over the world. Looking for monsters, ready to show their skills, and make a name for themselves, I finally found a commission to eradicate corrupt demons on the banks of the Alba River... According to the traces of the corpses, I traced their lair."

"They live in an environment filled with rotting, swollen corpses, excrement of all kinds of creatures, and a mess of moldy waste, full of bacteria and venom... It's a big pit of black-green liquid rippling," the hunter said. There was a deep fear in the eyes of the person, "The stench is indescribable, it is even more disgusting than a cesspool!"

"You jumped in?" Roy found something, and his tone couldn't help but gloat.

The witcher closed his eyes and said with a sigh, "I jumped in as soon as I gritted my teeth, and successfully killed the three carrion eaters. But no matter how many times I took a shower afterwards, I couldn't wash away the stench... A whole year. No woman wants to talk to me!"

"One year," Roy was startled, "you mean, that stench lasted for a year?"

"Exactly, Oaks and Serrit can still smell it to this day."

"Uh..." The young man's face was dull, and he suddenly felt that the sticky flesh on his body was less pungent.

"This is by no means an exception. I have met at least seven or eight witchers," Leto said in a meaningful tone. "They are all elites of the school and have had the same experience—jumping into the lair of the carrion."

Roy had a bad feeling.

"I think a real witcher must have at least one experience like this before they can grow up," the witcher's amber pupils locked the boy, "even if you are unlucky enough to not meet a carrion eater, you should find a real cesspit and carry out A trial."

"I promise, Leto!" Roy yelled in a panic to stop him from going on, and the thought of that possibility made him feel uncomfortable, "I will never waste a single drop of drinking water, please don't mention it to me. What a cesspit trial!"

"Yes! There are still a few evil spirits' hearts that have not been processed!"

The witcher stared at the busy figure of the young man, the corner of his mouth curved, and nodded.

Days and nights were unknown in the cave, the two roughly estimated the time, took turns to meditate and watch, and spent the first day of the Smirk Mine.

That night, more than a week later, Roy took the second prodrug under the supervision of the witcher. This time the pain was far less than the first one. His abnormal reaction was much weaker. Teeth stiffened for ten minutes, but he didn't fall into a coma the whole time.

In addition to a cold sweat, the muscles are slightly sore, and there are no sequelae.

Then he goes into a meditation break. After waking up, exhausted, yesterday's pain seemed like a nihilistic nightmare.

And his whole body, including the sticky blood and minced flesh on his hands and face, were dried and formed into lumps in the cold mine.

The witcher moved his hands and feet a little to feel it, his physical strength recovered by half, and the wound left by the evil spirit began to heal, and there was no serious problem in moving his body.

And began to give orders to the young man again,

"Guvisil lent you to use it first, and now two, no, three corpses came over and chopped up."

"Chop up?" Roy was a little afraid of the witcher's whimsical thoughts, "Lesso, don't you want to do some meat trials again?"

"The meat is not for you to eat, but if you want to try the stewed meat, it is not bad."

"You still keep it for yourself!"

With the bonus of slaughtering skills, it is no problem to chop up a small humanoid corpse. Roy chopped a few corpses into fist-sized pieces from head to toe, and then rolled them into 4 piles with tent cloth. .

The paralyzing poison has been dried, and turned from dark green to a translucent jelly-like shape. The two of them painted the steel sword and the ancient Weihir sword, and then poured into the three piles of minced meat.

As for the last remaining pile.

The demon hunter's muscular and knotted hands slammed into the pile of meat, and poured the stinky flesh that had been fermented for a day on the boy's head.

The vigorous rain of flesh and blood chilled Roy's heart, and this time even his hair was not spared.

He was stunned.

Is it so exciting

These broken pieces of meat and soft tissues are more smoky than the big dung in the ditch, and an angry growl roared from the boy's throat, and then a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind,

"Well, I know what you're planning! What a crazy plan!"

"But can you let me know in advance next time?"

A pile of minced meat is placed at the entrance of one of the tunnels lined up.

Then the two of them carried a bag and drilled down the tunnel.

The circular tunnel was extremely crude and rough, surrounded by wet and cold clay, and the environment was narrow and dark. The tall Lesso had to bow his head, tighten his body and move forward in an extremely awkward posture.

Similar to the walking posture of evil spirits.

And Roy is less than 5.6 meters tall (1.7 meters), so he has no trouble with being tall. He can move around freely in the tunnel. From time to time, he touches the surrounding walls with his palms. Strangely with a touch of elasticity and heat.

said in a low voice,

"I have an ominous premonition that we are standing in the mouth of a monster and feeding into its esophagus. Will the plan work?"

"Shut your crow's mouth, if you can't deceive the evil ghost, I can't protect you this time!"

After walking forward for another two minutes, the two looked at each other, held their breath, and squatted down.

In front of the narrow tunnel, there were faint footsteps, and after a while, a strange ghost emerged from the corner.

Pointed ears, bald, and sharp teeth. Compared with ordinary evil spirits, there is a red paint on his extremely ugly cheeks.

At this moment, it was crawling on its body like a spider, crawling forward with its hands and feet.

Such a shape and moving posture reminded the teenager of a creature called "Guru".

Ghost Warrior

Age: 8

Life: 70

Attributes:

Strength: 6

Agility: 5

Constitution: 7

Perception: 4

Will: 4

Charisma: 2

Spirit: 3

Skill:

Jump Attack LV2: The calf of the evil ghost is like two springs, separated by ten chi, it can jump to the target to launch bite and claw attacks, and the strength of the jump attack is +1, which lasts for 30 seconds.

Corpse Poison LV4: There are a lot of corpses and rotten meat in the environment where evil spirits live. The claws and teeth are stained with special venom. After hurting the target, it can make the target bleed and become weak.

Group (passive solidification): When evil spirits are dispatched in groups, Agility +1, Will +1.

Evolution (passive solidification): After the evil ghost warrior has accumulated enough flesh and blood, it will evolve into a more powerful and intelligent chief evil ghost.

It sensed the movement, and when it raised its head, its cloudy and pale eyes circled around the two of them. It sniffed the air with its dark nose, and smelled an unfamiliar smell of the same kind. A humanized expression flashed across its ugly face. Confuse.

The two evil spirits stared at each other for five seconds, and the evil spirit warriors in the distance actually accepted their existence and turned away.

Roy put away the hand crossbow, touched the fresh flesh and blood on his body, and pondered, "As expected, the ghost warriors treat us as their own?"

"Let's talk about it when we go out. Since this thing shows up, it means that we have found the right way. This place is not far from its 'home', so we can put bait."

"Um."

The two took out the minced meat from the bag, retreated back, sprinkled it left and right along the way, until they returned to the entrance of the spacious mine, where a whole bag of minced meat was already spread out.

Roy breathed a sigh of relief.

"Will the evil ghost be fooled? Can't even taste the flesh of the compatriots?"

"You killed so many yesterday, didn't you realize that they were all skinny? Apparently, the food in the Smirk mine is extremely scarce, and the evil spirits haven't had a full meal for a long time. At such a time, I would like to offer them 'sweet' fresh food. Meat, do you think they can't stand it?"

"Humans will kill each other when they are hungry, let alone these more ferocious and animalistic 'beasts'. Otherwise, the Smyrke mine would not be so clean."

"But I still don't understand," Roy nodded. "What principle deceived them? Just this flesh and blood?"

"Water ghosts can't see far, and evil ghosts also have defective eyesight. When looking at anything, they can only see a rough outline. Most of the target depends on smell and hearing. And we are all messy and stinky ghosts' body fluids, flesh and blood. , which is equivalent to a layer of natural camouflage, and it is not surprising that they are misjudged as the same kind if they are farther apart.”

Roy was amazed.

Leto used a simple corpse of evil spirits with tricks: alchemy materials, camouflage, poisonous bait, none of them fell, and no waste. Even if he has difficulty walking, he can still use his rich experience and knowledge to deal with monsters with his brain.

Too young in comparison.

These are things that cannot be learned from books, and he lowered his head and memorized them seriously.

"I haven't recovered my stamina yet. This time Guwei Xier will be handed over to you. You will take action later. Don't let one go!"

The two were attached to the wall near the entrance of the cave, the witcher was holding the steel sword, and Roy was carrying the ancient Whishes sword. Before long, the expected rustling sound came from the tunnel, from far to near.

First, a sporadic one or two evil spirits were lured into the tunnel by the smell of flesh and blood. Curiously, they leaned in front of the meat and sniffed their noses. Soon, they swallowed.

Then the rapid and continuous running sound broke out, not one, but a group!

A horde of pale-skinned humanoids swarmed wildly out of their home to pounce on the food in the tunnel!

"snoring..."

The stench of meat drove the evil spirits crazy. They landed on all fours, greedily chasing the minced meat along the way like reptiles. chew.

Gradually ignore the changes in the body.

Under the effect of the paralyzing poison, their bodies and senses slowly became dull, and clumsily relied on instinct to climb out of the dark tunnel, where there was still a bag of peeled minced meat, exuding a tempting aroma.

The deformed head faces downwards and sticks out of the hole. It wriggled and didn't realize the crisis at all. It turned to look at the unusually tall "similar" next to it, and there was a bit of trance on its hideous face...

Lesso cast a look at Roy, who instantly straightened his body, his knuckles turning white.

"good chance!"

He took a deep breath, his eyes narrowed abruptly, and Guvihir, who raised his head above his head, swallowed all his strength, and slashed down suddenly, the sharp blade cut off the evil ghost's cervical vertebrae smoothly and vigorously. In the blood, the huge head still maintained a blank expression, and instantly separated from the body and fell off the platform.

Gululu, rolled into the pile of corpses below.

Roy then kicked the mutilated corpse aside, keeping the tunnel open.

A hot sweat emerged from the back of his neck, and his face was flushed!

It turns out that killing a monster can be so easy!