Chapter 524

The troll twitches its nose. Strictly speaking, its nose is more like two holes in its face. When it inhales, it even makes a "whoosh" sound.

"No, I caught the bird. Dance and let my wife stop barking."

Looking at the potion in front of him, the troll hesitated for a moment, but he could only think simply.

He wanted birds more than wine, so he refused to trade.

"Your little bird will sing, she will call all the way, and your wife will sing at home, I mean, do you really want to hear more screams?"

The white haired man didn't give up. He stood between the troll and the fishing net and drew the glass bottle closer.

The troll's green eyes looked at him, and the monster's face was almost the size of a millstone.

But then, the monster stretched out his hand, took the bottle, and put it into his mouth to chew it.

Broken glass and luminous liquid splashed out of its mouth, and the sound was like walking in the rubble in iron shoes.

"Vodka man is right. Stone feet don't like to scream. Bird belongs to you. Don't follow."

The troll scratched his head and left in good faith. The gray figure soon disappeared in the woods, leaving only a line of deep footprints.

"Let me go. Let me out." The black haired woman in the fishing net saw the monster leave and began to struggle desperately.

But fishing nets, which are twisted in, struggle harder and harder to get out.

The man with white hair sighed helplessly. It's not early now. Today, he is doomed to be unable to leave the forest: "stand up, and then slowly drill out."

The woman in white, who was hiding in the Bush, came along and helped the woman in the fishing net out of trouble.

People in the net looked at her gratefully, but their eyes fell more on the white haired man.

"My God, you talked to the troll. I thought we were all going to die! It will kill us! "

The man touched his beard and the badge on his chest was still shaking, but it was safe around him.

"In fact, if you know it, it's not that bad."

The woman in white showed a playful smile. With one hand on her hips and the other hand, she raised her glass: "that's because half of your friends are drunkards."

Seeing the woman out of difficulty in the net, the white haired man turned to one side and said, "it's not accurate. They are almost all."

The woman in white rolled her eyes.

They turned back some distance and arrived at a small pine forest in the forest, where three horses were tied: Brown, black and white.

They were quietly lowering their heads to eat the grass, but the glow of the setting sun had passed through the forest, and the color of the light had made it unfit for the journey.

The man untied the camping tools from the horse's back and began to clean the ground. There was a stream not far away, which was a good place to camp.

In any case, the danger of sleeping in the forest is almost the same, so it's better to be closer to the water.

"I'm Jerome of Livia, and this is shirella of Sintra. We're demon hunters."

"I see. Thank you. You saved my life. My name is Jane." The rescued woman said gratefully that she did not show fear of the demon hunter.

From this point of view, she is more like a noble. After all, there are still many rumors that demon hunters are monsters among the common people.

Jarot just nodded. He looked around for stones to build a fire pool. He couldn't do without a fire at night: "I'll make a fire. While the sun is still setting, you can find food, Siri."

Shirley pulled out his steel sword from behind and walked into the forest.

But today's luck is obviously not good, until dark, Shirley caught a total of three mice.

A special forest mouse with white fur looks like a small rabbit, but it has no long ears. It looks like a cloud in the hand.

They are a kind of alien creature. It is said that they came to this world during the last time when the heaven and earth met. Strictly speaking, no one knows whether they are rats or squirrels.

The meat of this kind of guy is so insipid that it tastes like leather, but she has to go back to camp, kill the rats by the stream, and put them on the twigs.

"Only this one." She gave the kebabs to Jerome, and sat helplessly by the fire, watching Gerard put them on the fire.

The fire licked the white meat, and the water splashed on the wood.

"Not bad. It's not small. This forest looks safe." It was dark, Jerome's face was red by the fire, and his golden pupils were brighter.

It is said that norveg's daughter can find a way out in the prosperous city. However, when she is away from home, she can only find a way out in the city.

Shirley stares at the mice on fire, watching them turn golden.

She told Jane that they also went to novigre, and if Jane wanted to, they could go on the road together. After all, with two demon hunters, the road would always be much safer.Jane asked if they were going to the Pearl of the north to look for jobs?

Jerlott told her that they were already working and they were going to novogree to solve a bloodthirsty Banshee.

"The bloodthirsty banshee is a variation of a cursed woman, like a werewolf and War dog hybrid, but she's faster, stronger, and smells like a beggar's dress."

As he spoke, Jerome divided the mice among the people and began to eat with his own dagger.

"Oh, my God, that sounds scary." Jane took the kebab, but she didn't know how to eat it.

"She may make it difficult for us to deal with." Jarot replied.

"Then why do you want to go?" Jane said she didn't understand.

In the same way as Jerome, Shirley shaved the rat meat with a dagger and put it into her mouth. She gave a smile.

"Someone has to go, either we or other demon hunters."

After dinner, Jerome made the list, and if the two demon hunters worked together, they could take turns to rest.

Meditation can't solve the problem. If you can lie down and sleep, who will choose to sit on your knees for the night?

Thinking of this, he began to miss wesermere, the old man died for them, but Jerome had avenged him.

Shirley is talking to Jane about the past, such as having been peeped by trolls while she was bathing.

According to her, trolls are like talking stones, or the dumbest stones.

After talking for a long time, Jane went to sleep first, while Shirley approached Jerome and asked about the next trip.

"If the news is correct, we will find the bloodthirsty Banshee soon, but how can we kill her? I know from dandrine that you have killed one, but I want to hear from the devil hunter, not the poet. "

"The devil hunter? That is to avoid the farmers and the pitchfork. " Jarot touched his chest.

Shirley patted the ground and shook the grass. "I'm talking about business."

"It was a long time ago. It involved temurian and the dead king of Forrest. He and his sister's daughter IDA were born dead babies. They were cursed by everyone and became a bloodthirsty Banshee in the grave... I tried my best to turn her back into human beings, but the blood curse she received was so powerful that she finally died in my hands after a few years."

Jerome leaned his swords against a big tree beside him and lay down with his hands on his head:

"then you can see that Forster lost his heirs, and then there was a civil war of illegitimate children, where he was assassinated by Lasso, and then the black army of nefergad came..."

Shirley bared his teeth and said, "well, now, all in all, Enshi You are dead, and nefergad's inheritance has nothing to do with me. I still like to be a devil hunter. "

"But the wild hunting still exists. Ai'er, the elf Kingdom, has only lost its leader, Irene. We should always be vigilant."

"All right, go to bed. I don't want to talk about those crazy elves. At least I haven't heard about the frost recently." Shirley stood up and patted her buttocks. She was going to meditate in the dark on the other side of the camp.

She would rather camp near the spring than by the river.

Spring water is cleaner and contains less impurities, such as water ghosts, swamp witches, water elves and so on.

Jerome said nothing more. He closed his eyes and began to rest. Today, they were so far away that even the radish seemed to be asleep.

As time went on, the fire darkened, and the light from the rest of the salary stopped shaking.

In the dark, a big hairy hand reached out from behind the trees, stole Jerome's two swords, and then grabbed Jane on the other side of the fire.

Jane wakes up from her dream and finds her hair pulled. She screams.

Jarot immediately got up and saw a strong werewolf on the other side of the fire.

Its height is about three meters, a luxuriant fur, there is no blood on the body, should be still in a state of hunger.

Again, he was very strong, and seemed to know the devil hunter, and he maintained a part of his sanity and knew to steal silver and steel swords.

"Ah, a demon hunter, I can't believe my luck." The werewolf grabbed Jane's neck in one hand, and at the same time began to mock jerot: "you shouldn't have laid down your weapons. Now I can try the devil hunter's flesh."

Jarot was still calm, and when the werewolf approached, the badge on his chest almost came out of the collar, and he had already discovered it.

But he wants to see the purpose of the werewolf. He usually doesn't kill indiscriminately. Unfortunately, the werewolf has succumbed to the hunger for human flesh and blood, and there is no remedy.

"Swords are just foreign objects. They are just a cover up. The key is the man... Or the woman who uses the sword."

If you don't use the power of the wolf man in the distance, you will be able to use the power of the wolf man in the distance.

She does intend to do the same.However, as she stood out behind the werewolf, a wider, longer black sword suddenly fell from the sky and nailed the werewolf to the ground.

Without silver and sword oil, the attack was not fatal to the werewolf. Although he lost his Jane in his hand, his limbs still kept pulling the ground and trying to get up.

But the sword was so deep into the ground that it got stuck.

"Igny!"

Jarot immediately used the seal. He rolled out an arc of fire. The fur on the werewolf's body immediately began to burn, but this made it struggle more intense.

Shirley tried to go around and cut off the werewolf's head with a silver sword, but the smoke and smell of the fur fire blinded her.

It was as if a shadow had jumped from the tree and landed on the human fire. Holding down the handle of the sword, he raised one foot and stepped down.

The whole head of the werewolf seems to have fallen into the ground, so it becomes flat and silent.

"Let you down, not a woman."

The man who suddenly appeared drew up his sword and walked out of the fire and answered the demon hunter in a hoarse voice.

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