The Divine Hunter

When he came to the door of the wine cellar and went down the stairs, Leto lit several torches, exposing the dwarf to the firelight all over his body.

"Roy, stay here with Mr. Sevier, I'll go in and kill that thing!"

Leto looked at the dwarf with bright eyes, and solemnly warned,

"Keep quiet and try not to be afraid, otherwise Sim will extract your fear and become stronger, costing me more."

Seville was ordered to stand still like a frightened hedgehog, almost holding his breath.

"Roy, you must enlighten him well!"

The latter nodded, also looking like he was on the verge of an enemy.

"Sevier Hogg is really a strange person. I am afraid that he can get into the position where he is now. Most of the credit goes to the brother who turned the barrel into a corpse."

Until the hill-like back of the bald witcher disappeared behind a pile of wine barrels in the depths of the wine cellar, the two stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and the atmosphere was quiet and terrifying.

"Mr. Seville, play a game with me..."

Roy grinned wide, revealing an honest and honest smile,

"Let's do something healthy and have a hearty Gwent showdown!"

The dwarf wine merchant is not short of money, but he is.

Seville's index finger stood beside his thick lips surrounded by a dark brown beard, and he turned to look at Leto, as if he wasn't interested in the proposal.

"The more worried you are, the easier it will be to attract Sim. And in this case, can you suggest something better than Gwent to pass the time?"

As soon as he heard the word Sim, the dwarf leaned closer to the wall subconsciously and then his pupils shrank, but he found that the little brother with a harmless smile on the opposite side had two extra sets of Gwent cards in his hand for no reason.

"Sorry, I don't play Gwent." The dwarf shook his head and declined Roy.

Roy didn't give up after hearing it, but continued to persuade with a smile, "The gameplay is very simple, I guarantee that you will find out that there are more wonderful things than drinking when you learn it."

His attention was obviously attracted by this sentence, and he stopped craning his neck to stare at Leto's position, "You are a gambler before you are young. But you are wrong. Except for ore, fine wine. It is the heart of the Mahakam dwarves, and the Gwent cards are occasionally used to pass the time."

"Listen to my advice. Help Master Leto with his work, save up some money to start a small business in the future, and then marry a wife to continue the lineage. Don't think about the Gwent card all the time. Otherwise, you will lose one day in the future. Not even panties left."

"It's fine if you don't play." Roy shrugged, didn't force it, and whispered, "Unfortunately, I originally wanted to see the Squirrel Party deck."

"What?!" Seville suddenly roared, and stood up like an angry little lion, his dark and thick eyebrows almost stood up, "Where did you hear about the Squirrel Party?"

His tone of curiosity and urgency actually suppressed the fear of Sim that was entrenched in his heart.

"The Squirrel Party, isn't it a coalition of non-human races that resists humans?" Roy covered his mouth when he finished speaking. Before the First Northern War, the Squirrel Party was still active underground and did not officially show up. He accidentally slipped his tongue.

Seville's facial features were huddled together, and his expression was extremely strange. "A few years ago, an organization called the Squirrel Party bewitched many Mahakam dwarves with extremely racist slogans, the neutral faction led by Elder Brovar Hogg. The Mahakam dwarves are at odds with them. But this secret is only known among the ancient races."

"I know it's not strange, but where did you find out?"

"Bang!" Suddenly, a short and fast crash interrupted the confrontation between the two. This sound seemed to have an indescribable magic power, which reminded the dwarves of the moment when the battering ram hit the city gate, the entire wine cellar. The ground seemed to tremble slightly.

The two of them couldn't hold back their blood boiling.

"This is... the seal of Alder! Sim will suffer!"

Roy roared, took the opportunity to throw Sevier off and ran to the front row of wine barrels, poking his head into the depths.

Seville was also interrupted by this accident, and he didn't bother to ask about the Squirrel Party, and looked over nervously.

"Disgusting devil, in front of me, your tricks have no effect!"

There was a sonorous roar from the depths of the wine cellar, and at the same time, the bald-headed Lesso's body leaped out of the cover of the pile of wine barrels as agile as a big cat.

ferocious!

Letho's smooth face was actually covered with twisted black blood vessels.

"Ah!" Sevier screamed strangely, wrinkling a rough face in worry and panic, "Has Your Excellency Lesso's face hurt, did he get hit by Sim's curse?"

Roy lowered his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't worry, Your Excellency Sevier, the vision on his face is just a side effect of the witcher drinking the potion. This devil is not Leto's opponent!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the group of wine barrels that covered the witcher and the devil suddenly shot a scorching spark. The torches in the depths of the cellar became less clear.

"Mark of Agni, Leto is going to do his best!" Roy gave the dwarf a reassuring look, and the latter stared in that direction with anticipation, and then thought of something with a thick bitterness on his face. , like the voice of a deep niece resentful, if there is no voice,

"Lord Letho... Be careful with my wine... It's fifty years old dwarven spirits!"

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." Lesuo's figure jumped into the sight of the two of them again, but it was just a reflection on the wall under the lighting.

The pitch-black Demon Hunter's reflection rabbit jumped up and down, dashing into the depths of the darkness, and the two long daggers in his hands swung countless afterimages, like the fangs of a viper, agile and deadly!

What followed was a series of rasp-like sharp and vicious screams, each of which was like a drum beat on the apex of Sevier's heart, causing his face to tremble!

But soon this strange bark changed its tone and became sad and painful, making the dwarf subconsciously think of a wild dog with a wounded tail!

"The outcome is determined!" Roy made his final judgment in a firm tone, and almost at the same time, a strange reflection fell on the wall.

It was a guy with slender limbs that looked like dry branches. Its figure was so tall that it almost reached the ceiling of the cellar. It had the most basic human shape, but even its head was a triangular cone, with countless twisting and circling antlers standing on it.

At this time, Roy also showed a surprised expression for the first time, looking in that direction, thoughts were flying in his mind.

Ignis Fatus in the depths of the mist, the voodoo doll of the swamp witch, the elves and the deer-headed monster in the primitive woods are not enough to describe its strangeness. Change, twist, shake, reminiscent of the rustling of branches and leaves in the wind.

In just a few seconds, it was as long as a century. Its eerie shadow uttered a long scream in the direction of the witcher behind the wine barrel, and then the last tremor of its body made it slump to the ground like a melting ice sculpture!

"Huh..." Seville, who witnessed this scene, let out a long sigh of relief, and his slightly hunched back quietly straightened up, as if he had lifted a heavy burden, exuding a strange look.

"It's over!" He foolishly showed a reassuring smile.

Sure enough, it didn't take a moment for the witcher Leto to step out of the shadows in the depths of the wine cellar, stepping on the steps of "ta, ta, ta," slowly.