The Divine Hunter

In the mine, the fire in the forging furnace was extinguished, revealing a solemn face.

"Boom..."

The cork fell to the ground.

The witcher gulped down a few mouthfuls of "Heckna Decoction" and "Thunder Potion".

Strength increased from 16 to 20.

Dense jet-black blood vessels appeared on his cheeks.

Open a bottle of Skellige's specialty kirsch.

The slightly sweet aroma of wine quickly diffused into the narrow space beside the forge.

The two ice trolls, who were sleeping soundly back to back, sniffed and slapped their mouths.

Immediately after, they shook their bloated bodies, opened their small eyes a little, and swept to a strange figure in a black cloak that suddenly appeared at the entrance of the mine.

"Who are you, ugly, step back and leave! This is the home of the trolls!"

The two ice trolls stood up and struck the ground with their arms dangling from their knees like irritable orangutans.

"Or the troll will cook you!" The male troll warned loudly, his dull and powerful voice as shocking as the sound of a drum of war.

"No! He smells delicious." The female troll was drooling, licking her lips, grabbing a stone the size of a sandbag, and trying to throw it, "Don't run away! Come and let me have a bite!"

"Let me go or not?"

Roy groaned.

After eating and sleeping, I am hungry again. Are the two and the four-legged fat pig close relatives? Call me ugly, you don't even dare to look in the mirror?

He raised his hands to show that he had no malicious intentions, and then pointed to the ice corpse in the iron cage that fell head-on, disguised as a blacksmith.

"Take a deep breath, relax, don't get me wrong... I'm a friend of the 'big man'... I'd like to buy you two a few bottles..."

bang...

A bottle of free-filling kirsch was rolled past the witcher and under the troll's feet.

It turns out that trolls are creatures that are not resistant to alcohol.

The two couples looked at each other, and the male troll picked up the wine bottle defenselessly, but his carrot-thick fingers couldn't make the delicate movement of pulling a cork at all, so he simply twisted off the top half of the wine bottle.

I couldn't wait to pour it into my mouth and drank half the bottle of wine in one gulp.

The female troll grabbed and drank the remaining half of the bottle.

"Drinking my wine is a good friend. Friends have questions to ask you..."

"Go away!" The troll glared at him, turned his face and refused to admit the account, and said in a tough tone, "You, the smell is not right, you are not a friend! If you don't have alcohol, no problem!"

"Wine! Or turn into stew!" The female troll salivated at the witcher, drooling, gasping in her throat, suppressing her desire to eat.

Roy threw another bottle of wine there.

"How long have you been living in the cave?"

"One, two, three...One, two, three..." The female troll finished in one mouthful, licked the empty wine bottle, and counted the number with her big tongue.

"Stop! Another question. The big man said there was a giant bear hiding in the mine. Where is it?"

"Bear, friend, let's eat villains together!" The male troll suddenly exclaimed excitedly, his eyes kept looking at the iron cage, and he glanced at the frozen "big man" in the cage, but there was a trace of doubt.

Why does the big man look different?

Roy's heart froze when he noticed its gaze.

What's the connection between the bear and the blacksmith?

"You got into a fight with a bear? Want to cook it and eat bear's paw?"

"Bear paws are unpalatable, not as good as the villain. The giant bear is a friend, so don't fight! Hiccup... Let's kill the villain together and make stew!"

This time, the witcher understood.

The ice troll and the giant bear who never showed up are not at all hostile, but cooperative.

This is a huge departure from Farik's statement.

"Where is my bear friend, take me to meet him."

Exactly.

Roy rolled another bottle of spirits over,

"Friend Bear, I'm hiding..." The troll's drunken bean eyes looked at the iron cage again, and then turned to the witcher, his eyes flashing with astonishing scorching heat and longing, "After drinking the medicine, the bear friend came out... Let's kill the villain together. People, um, eat little people."

"What medicine?"

The troll scratched the back of his head, looked at the pile of junk beside the iron cage, and muttered a few words with no meaning, his tone became a little more anxious, suppressing a certain emotion, approaching the limit.

Following his line of sight, the witcher swept to a bottle of mead, as well as several frozen red Mardo mushrooms, one of which had tooth marks.

So the witcher's memory poured out a message about a special island group on Great Skellige.

Velka, Berserker.

Could it be the so-called giant bear...

"Gulugulu..." The female troll drank the strong liquor in one go. It finally had enough. Bloodshot and scarlet appeared in the eyes of the witcher, her nose was panting, and her saliva was drooling.

Suddenly squeeze the stone, arm muscles bulge!

"Too much frozen meat, change the taste."

"Fresh little people, eat and eat!"

"boom!"

Sharp breaking sound!

A fist-sized rock shot at the witcher like lightning.

Roy was prepared.

The figure flicked aside and jumped onto a piece of Hezui Rock. The stone hit the wall of the cave, and it shattered directly under the huge force, and the wall was also smashed into a big hole.

"Wow!"

The male troll seemed to hear the charging horn, and waved his arms frantically towards Roy with a stench of stench, and slammed into where he was.

A human-shaped hole was broken through the wall.

Gravel splash!

It's banging against the wall like crazy!

And its wife, on the other side, kept throwing ice cubes and stones, and the thrown objects formed a string of gray shadows in mid-air!

A row of large pits were smashed into the wall of the mine, and the power was comparable to a grenade!

The witcher dodged with his toes on his toes, and dragged the afterimage around the mine, as if he was dancing in the rain of stones!

Grab the crossbow, and dunk the index finger lightly.

"Whoosh-"

The bowstring vibrates.

The miniature meteor-like crossbow bolt instantly passed a distance of ten meters, hitting the troll's wife's left eye, and the huge impact blew a bloody hole in her eye socket.

Replaced by other monsters, half of their heads had already been blown up, but the thick-skinned trolls only wailed and blinded one eye, and the cruelty and anger in the other eye were deeper.

But don't wait for her to attack.

The cloak shone with golden light, the plate armor burned with red flames, and the shape of the witcher with the sword in his right hand melted into the air.

There was a ripple in the space, and the next second he flashed to her chest and abdomen with the middle door wide open.

The killing intent is high in the heterochromatic pupils.

Good wine to please but in exchange for a killer, since you want to do it, then I will accompany you to the end!

Roy's left hand outlines with five fingers, and the triangular charm is printed into the troll's one eye, and it looks startled.

"Shh-"

The triple poisoned long sword took the opportunity to pull along the soft waist and abdomen outside the troll's horny armor.

The seven glittering runes on the blade dimmed.

Half of the blood-spitting sword glow emerged from the tip of the sword, and as he swung the sword, he cut open the troll's belly, internal organs, and severed the lumbar spine.

Even the tortoise shell-like icy armor behind it was also cut in half by the enhanced blood qi slash.

"what!"

The female troll wailed mournfully, and threw a horizontal punch like a flash of light.

Incredibly fast!

The witcher couldn't dodge, and was punched over his right shoulder.

Broken golden light.

The plate armour is sunken.

Right hand twisted.

The whole person was shot several meters away like a sandbag and hung on the wall.

The long sword in his hand fell to the ground.

"hiss-"

Roy slumped on the ground, the pain of the fracture made his face flush with blood,

Click!

He squeezed his right shoulder with his left hand, and his bones cracked.

The Ring of Time is activated!

The blood of the ancients boiled, and the power of time shrouded his body—his physical state was instantly reversed for 20 seconds. The life that was knocked out by the troll's dying blow, the broken shoulder, hung limply by his side, unable to exert himself. Child's right hand, all restored!

Roy twisted his shoulders nimbly and swept his eyes.

The female troll has a miserable end!

The upper body and lower body were like two pieces of luncheon meat cut by a knife. They fell to the ground one after the other, and blood poured out of the flat cut surface, dyeing a large piece of ground red.

A foul stench pervades the nose.

The exuberant vitality prevented it from dying directly, and it was painstakingly digging the ground with its arms, festering fingertips, and splashing clay and gravel.

It struggled, howled, and spewed blood.

"what!"

The male troll, who was venting his anger in the wall, saw his lover's eyes ripped apart and charged at the witcher.

Roy pointed to the ground with five fingers on his left hand, the summoning rune was activated, a pale blue ice element jumped out of the plane of annihilation, his triangular arms were crossed at his chest, and he blocked the witcher like a shield.

"boom!"

The two iceberg-like behemoths collided fiercely.

The entire mine seemed to have a short-lived earthquake, the dust filled the air, the ice ridges fell from the ceiling, and the fire of the furnace was almost blown out by the strong wind.

Bing Ling's hard armor was hit hard by this, and a small crack was knocked out.

"Ahhh!"

The widowed male troll burst out with astonishing combat power. Instead of chasing Roy, he threw his fists frantically at the ice spirit in front of him!

Distorted face!

Become a Furious Boxer.

The fists covered with rough ice danced into afterimages in mid-air, and the deafening sharp collision sound spread throughout the mine!

The ice spirit covered in armor was as weak as a rabbit in front of it, its arms were weak and weak, and it was unilaterally suppressed by the troll. The body formed by the frost was smashed by a punch, and dense cracks appeared, sputtering crystal ice slag.

Stunned!

The eyes of the witcher hiding behind the ice spirit glowed red.

Countless scarlet tentacles bloomed from the void like huge flowers, swaying in the wind, stopping the troll's frantic offensive, twisting it into a ball from head to toe, holding it up—

Presents a soft belly and eyes to the witcher.

Roy held his long sword high, stabbing and slashing at the troll's eyes and belly in a row.

And Bingling aimed at its round head and hugged the old Frost Fist.

between three seconds.

The troll was beaten until his nose was blue and his face was swollen, his eyeballs burst, his belly was opened with several slits, his vital organs were punctured, and several broken intestines fell to the ground.

The poison on the blade and the flames gushing from the plate armor made it bruised.

Blood poured out like a fountain.

However, in this icy and snowy environment, the recovery ability of ice trolls can be called abnormal.

The wound on the stomach that exposed the guts of the intestines glued together at a speed visible to the naked eye.

These serious injuries are not fatal.

At the end of the three seconds, the witcher's eyes slammed, he pressed the troll's shoulder, and pressed his head and the small left ear on the right side to his mouth.

Breathe in, shout!

Voss -

Space is cracked!

The power of the earth's bones came, and the strong airflow and sound waves penetrated into the troll's narrow and soft auricle at the same time!

Boom!

The troll seemed to be hit by a battering ram and flew backwards!

The body is still in the air.

Flesh and blood fly!

A bloody scene appeared in front of Roy.

As if a bomb had detonated in the troll's ear canal, the force of the impact shattered its ears and half of its face.

Its skin seemed to be peeled away by invisible steel knives, revealing bloody muscles and blood vessels.

The force of the impact pierced through the eardrum, inner ear canal, bone, brain, and washed everything along the way, creating a horrific blood hole.

The liquid mixed with blood and brains seeped out.

The male troll fell heavily to the ground, his pupils dilated and he lost his breath.

Its high-speed healing abilities couldn't save its barren brain from being shaken to mush.

"Kill the ice troll*2, experience +600, witcher lv12 (13800/12500)."

"Huh..." Roy wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and shook his head as he looked at the two ice trolls who were in a terrible state of death.

"Don't blame me, you just occupied the mines of the blacksmith family. You killed and devoured so many people, and you still want to eat me?"

Roy took a deep breath and lifted Arrondette to disassemble the spoils.

The horny skin of the ice troll is as strong as steel. If it weren't for its soft belly and weaker defense, it could only cut open its body with blood slash.

Soon, the heart, liver, spleen, lung, kidney, eyes, tongue, teeth, corpse, and skeleton of the troll couple were all packed up by the witcher.

They also generously contributed two troll mutagens, comparable to the large green mutants.

Roy searched around the furnace again, but couldn't find any other living people.

Then a bunch of small objects were taken from the pile of corpses - statues, hats, daggers, headbands with their names engraved on them, anything that could represent the identity of the deceased... and coins worth more than five hundred crowns in total.

The trolls hid these expensive loot in a linen bag, presumably with a similar hobby to dragons - collecting shiny things.

In addition, Roy found the half bottle of wine he had seen before in the pile of clutter within reach beside the iron cage.

It was supposed to be a pure mead bottle, with some dried human blood at the mouth of the bottle mixed into the wine... Next to the bottle were a few weakly poisonous, hallucinogenic Madoka mushrooms, maybe someone found it in the mountains.

Mushrooms and wine, ordinary people will definitely go crazy in intoxication and hallucinations.

"Maduo mushrooms, human blood, mead, and giant bears, it seems to be right. Falric probably swallowed the mixture of the three ingredients unintentionally, triggering the hidden power in his body." Roy snorted. With his chin, thinking of the panicked expression on the blacksmith's face, he returned to the cabin outside the mine.

The sun hangs over the western coastline, the snow-capped ridges reflect the glow of the sunset, and the twilight begins to close.

"Clap!" Roy patted the blacksmith's cheek lightly.

The man muttered and woke up from his coma.

"Ah! Master Oaks, I, I fell asleep just now?" He curled up into a ball, as if he was overly frightened, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked around cautiously, as if something was watching him, ready to assassinate him at any time.

"I've searched the neighborhood, but I can't find any trace of the vicious bear!"

"The giant bear is hiding deep!" Falric said earnestly, staring at the witcher, almost spraying the spittle on his face.

Roy remembered that he once enjoyed "food" with trolls.

Heart is sick.

"It will suddenly appear at an unexpected time, taking us by surprise!"

"Master, please!" He clasped his hands together and begged, "Send me back to the cave and put me in a cage, only a troll can protect me!"

"I can't take you home?" Roy looked into his eyes, trying to find a trace of guilt, "you will be far away from the mountains by then, with your relatives Yuna, Chamil, and Clough, the giant bear. It won't hurt you either!"

"It's not as simple as you think?" Faric looked bitter and worried. "It will track my scent, break into my home, and kill my relatives!"

"But I'm sorry, your two ice troll bodyguards..." Roy waved to the open space beside the bonfire, and suddenly there appeared a behemoth whose two ends were dissected and dissected.

The blacksmith's eyes widened, and he was stunned all of a sudden, his face terrified.

Pointing at the troll, he faltered, speechless, a terrified gasp in his throat.

"I've gotten rid of them all...they want to eat me, but I've got so hard bones that I broke their big teeth!"

"It's finished, Master Oaks, I'm finished!" The big man covered his face and sobbed like a grudge, "No one can save me anymore! I'm dying! Woohoo, I'm not married yet, I No children yet!"

"Don't worry, if it dares to show up, I'll help you settle it!" Roy threw a few sticks of wood into the fire, waved his knife, and said in a cold tone, "I won't hide from you, I have not only killed trolls, I have He also killed many other monsters, evil spirits, ghouls, and even high-level vampires."

"Bears don't matter, whether it's a brown bear, a grizzly bear, or a follower of Swablo, the so-called Velka, Berserker!"

"Don't kill yourself, Master!" Falric retorted, then looked puzzled, "Wait, what does Svalblo mean?"

"If you think about it again, you must have the answer in your mind." Roy smiled mysteriously at him,

"Svablo, Verka, Berserker?" Falric lowered his face and muttered a few words in a low voice, his eyebrows furrowed, and deep doubts appeared on his face, not like a disguise.

"Can't you remember? I'll help you recall your memories again..." Roy suddenly had a bottle of mead in his hand, opened the cork, crushed a maduo mushroom and stuffed it in, so that the smell of the mixed wine could be heard in Farik Fermented in front of the nose, handed the bottle to his hand.

Falric suddenly frowned, his eyes were empty, he fell into some kind of memory, and he involuntarily took the bottle and took a sip.

Gollum.

The fishy-sweet mead slid into the stomach.

The blacksmith tightened his body quietly, pursed his lips, held his breath, and gritted his teeth.

Like a stranger, the cowardice and timidity on his face disappeared, replaced by indifference and cruelty.

There was a morbid blush on his thin and pale cheeks. He had a fever, and a hot breath was exhaled from his mouth and nose. Loach-like blood vessels and blue veins appeared under his skin.

In the icy world, even with a bonfire, the temperature is still frighteningly low.

He seemed to be unbearably hot, and grabbed the fur coat with both hands.

rip-

Exposed bony chest.

Then it crawled to the ground like a beast.

Shivering all over.

Roy's pupils shrunk into prismatic shapes.

Black bristles drilled out along the goose bumps, covering Farrick's whole body.

The emaciated body swelled visibly.

The ends of the limbs grow slender and sharp bear claws.

Pupils narrow and darken.

The mouth protrudes outward to form a long snout, the old teeth fall off, and thick yellow fangs grow, with obvious rings, extremely thick blood stripes, and uncontrollable flow of massive saliva.

It gritted its teeth rattling, glaring blood in its eyes, and turned to look at the white snow, this is an emotionless look.

And the witcher had already walked outside the wooden house, standing far away in the dim yellow and cold night.

"Ow!"

The roar echoed through the mountains.

The high desire to fight and destroy is awakened from the body.

A huge brown bear with a body length of more than three meters and a low growl shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the wooden house!