The Game of Demon Hunter

Looking at the demon hunter who was slowly approaching with a calm face, the nun of the evil sister knew that her disguise had been seen through. She shouldn't have promised so happily when the other side proposed a truce. After a little slack, this cunning hunter took advantage of it.

"Don't you yearn for my blood?" The demon hunter opened his arm with a long sword: "It makes you so cool to fly? It makes you perfect."

This time, the nun of **** screamed desperately like a little girl who was about to be hurt, and the harsh voice echoed in the tunnel and passed far away.

"Did you hear any sound?" Marx asked. Without the power of chaos spreading in his body, relying on his excellent physique, he has passed the most dangerous moment.

Boss Polk carried Marx on his back and replied sweating profusely: "I didn't hear anything, I could only hear the sound of my heartbeat beating in my ears, I felt I was about to have a heart attack..."

"You won't, you are too fat, you need to lose weight!" Rick, who was in charge of opening the road in front, joked with his broken arm: "We'd better hurry up to find someone who can help and go to support hunting. Demon Hunter, I still owe him a glass of wine."

"Rather than worry about the Serris demon, we should worry about ourselves!" Boss Polk walked forward strenuously: "The slum is so dangerous now, if we encounter any mess, we three have to explain it here."

"I'm afraid he is right, Mr. Rick." Marx's worried voice came from behind: "If even the demon hunter can't solve the monster, I think it will be difficult to find someone who can help in Port Anthony. ."

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The ranger swiftly runs through the ruins, sweeping the surrounding environment with the after-light of his eyes. The high-speed brain calculates the foothold of the next three steps in an instant, and the set aside to dodge the enemy's possible attacks. The focus of the two changes.

As a professional geologist, amateur archer and extreme sports enthusiast, mathematics and calculation are his essential talents. Although not reflected in the property page and talent page, when your brain is good enough, fighting is just another arithmetic problem for you.

The wind speed is about 3.8 meters with a light breeze.

Directly ahead, at three o'clock, 1.8 meters, a collapse; at one o’clock, 2 meters, obstacles, avoid...

This is what the Ranger has struck through his brain at this time.

At this moment, he was centering on the monster that Sister Pads had turned into, running clockwise along an arc at a distance of nearly fifty meters. The long arrow in his hand is like a snake with sharp teeth! Every time I shot the monster named Pads, it left traces of burning flames!

[Old Enemy (In the Blood Debt and Blood Repayment Mission): You have found your target, you must kill it, no matter what it is, no matter how powerful it is! The blood stains on the faces of the victims remind you that this is an endless task! Your attack will cause additional damage to the mission target; accordingly, your enemy will cause you more damage. 】

The description on the task page reads: "You are a ranger, tracking is your own job, follow your feelings to find the target. After finding the target, keep the distance between the target and the target no more than 300 meters, until The target is dead. If you lose the target's trail, you will be deducted a little attribute point, and then you will be given a new guide. During this period, you cannot accept other tasks.

As the system says, this is an endless task.

The good news is that during the mission, his professional talent [old enemy] seems to have played an extraordinary role, not designating a certain biome, but directly designating the murderer who killed his apprentice!

In the shelter camp, most of the feather arrows are under the guidance of the ranger, and the ingenious women work overtime and self-control, including those in their own hands.

However, this is ordinary, it can even be said to be barely enough to use an arrow, but in the hands of the ranger, it is like an enchanted bow and arrow, with a fiery red light and shadow, creating wounds on Padess's body.

The bad news is that the ranger feels that the damage he can cause can only stop there. Encountering oversized enemies continuously made him wish he could carry a siege crossbow as a weapon.

Snapped! The arrow of the ranger was like an RPG soul attached, hitting Padess's arm with firelight! The huge bone blade fell by one centimetre to a clerical nun, and the air brought by the weapon blew the nun's robe into a hunting noise.

"Are you all stupid? The ranged unit retreats! Fight melee! Don't let it wander away unscrupulously!" The ranger's footsteps kept running, and he shouted, hating iron and steel. The heads of these nuns that were stimulated by this monster seemed to be unusable, and each of them used a lose-lose style of play, wanting to die with each other.

Just now, the clerical nun was the fighting nun who had sacrificed four lives to cover her way to Padess. UU reading www.uukanshu. com, this is already the second one. Under the cover of three lives, the last clerical nun was crushed by the monster's head as soon as she approached. The ranger does not have the right to command the nuns, and can only play his role as best he can to cover the actions of the nuns.

Sure enough, the clerical nun who was almost split in half from head to toe barely hesitated. Taking advantage of the preparation time brought by the ranger’s attack, holding her hands high, a huge fireball swelled like bubbles in the hands of the nun, covering two figures, one large and one small, at a distance of less than one meter. In the dazzling white light.

"The anger of the Witch King will burn you..." This was the last voice heard by the ranger, followed by a loud noise. The prepared ranger lay on the ground, and the shock wave that passed along the ground made him feel as if he had suffered a sap in his chest.

After the explosion, the ranger shook his body, raised his head, and surrounded him in a mess. The nuns in the center of the explosion had almost no bones, and those who were farther away fell to the ground without knowing their lives. Four or five clerical nuns who were as prepared as the ranger were also observing the situation on the battlefield.

As the dust cleared, the tall figure of Sister Padres emerged. There were only one left of the original three arms. The weapon in his hand disappeared in the explosion. Almost all the muscles on one leg were lost. The bones alone supported him and did not fall.

"Explode the sacred object? You really don't hesitate to pay for it." The tall monster's injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye: "However, the power is still a little worse."

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