Demon Hunter and His Hut - Chapter 328

Chapter 326 Amanda’s Night

“This voice?”

Accompanied by that low roar, a huge pressure in the darkness was transmitted over a very long distance.

“This voice, this breath?”

A terrifying creature flashed in his mind, but Lehard shook his head quickly.

“No, how is it possible?”

“The powerful dark creature like Deer Shoujing hasn’t appeared in nearly a hundred years.”

“Although Spielder is a subspecies of the deer’s head, after all, the two classes are very different. Is this guy I am chasing the illegitimate child of that deer’s head?”

A sense of absurdity surged in Lehard’s heart.

But his emotions quickly disappeared, because in the depths of the dark woods, that powerful breath was gradually approaching him.

The monster locked him!

“Damn it, what a hell!”

“In an ordinary selection task, not only did I encounter Spi Terrier by accident, but there was also a deer head spirit that was rare in a century.”

“What exactly is going on?”

“Does Elder’s century-old peace really have to be broken?”

Although Spielder is known as a subspecies of the deer’s head, there is a huge racial difference between him and the deer’s head.

To put it a bit more vividly, the earth dragon is extremely powerful, and it can be regarded as a subspecies of the dragon clan.

But compared with real dragons, the gap between them is too big to imagine.

Lehard was a blood knight, another name for the blood hunter, but his aptitude was generally limited by talent during the long journey of promotion, and he reached the limit of physical fitness very early.

With no entry, Lehad chose another path. Since there was no way to improve the purity of the blood, he would increase the amount of accumulation as much as possible.

After spending the same amount of time, Lehad developed his spirit and also cultivated a part of the warlock’s abilities, which enabled him to have a variety of attack methods in battle, and was much stronger than knights of the same level.

But even so facing the legendary creature like Deer Head Spirit, he can only escape.

In addition to being powerful, the deer head can control monsters in different ranges to fight for him according to his rank.

In other words, fighting a deer head is equivalent to fighting all monsters within its range of influence.

That picture is sour and sour when you think about it.

The talked heads-up eventually turned into a group fight.

What’s more terrifying is that there are some powerful presences in the deer head spirit, they are proficient in a terrible spell, this spell makes it impossible for them to be easily killed.

Think about it, a monster that is powerful, can summon monsters to assist in the battle at the same time, and cannot be easily killed.

This kind of thing is simply not something that Lehad can deal with.

Therefore, Lehad has only one choice.

run!

Run now!

He didn’t even have time to pick up his own spoils, and ran away frantically.

At the same time, Roger and the two who were in the wooden house also noticed something unusual.

The flame in Amanda’s hand ended Enola’s painful struggle, and the spread of the fire ignited the floor of the tables and chairs and everything around.

The raging flames wrapped the entire wooden house, and Roger and the two exited the house.

Under the white oak tree, they seemed to hear a weird scream from the burning house. It felt like an unknown spirit was hidden in this house.

Reminiscing about the werewolf’s previous actions and the weird disguise after entering the house, Roger suddenly understood that the house in front of him might also be a monster.

Crackling! Crackling!

The wood burned, and the flames skyrocketed. Gradually, the flame seemed to ignite the surrounding space, and everything in front of him became trance.

Little spots of light flew out of the flames.

These lights converged actively into Roger’s hands.

Roger stretched out his hand, the rotating light spots gathered together, and gradually a slightly yellowed paper appeared in his hand.

At the top of the paper, a line of clear writing appeared.

【16—Little Red Riding Hood】

Roger was taken aback for a moment, “What is this?”

“Grimm’s Fairy Tales?”

“Could it be that the fairy tales in European folklore are real, since there are 16, there will also be numbers from 1 to 15.”

“What about the numbers after 16?”

Roger thought of those popular stories, “Cinderella, Snow White, one eye, two eyes and three eyes.”

To be honest, he is really curious, if these stories are real, what interpretation will there be in the stories?

Obviously, the piece of paper in front of me is a cursed item.

Number 16, then there must be other numbers.

“If you put all these numbers together, will they form a complete book?”

Roger’s heart moved, “Then is that a book, a cursed object, or a…world?!”

“No, no, the world may not be able to talk about it.”

But at least it should be regarded as fragments of the world, right?

Fold the pages of the book in half and put it next to his body. When he came back to his senses, the flames in front of him had disappeared, and the corpses were nowhere to be seen.

There was silence in the dark woods.

After walking a distance in one direction, Roger finally found his direction in the dark, but the surrounding trees seemed to have been severely damaged.

Obviously a fierce battle took place here not long ago, just when the two hesitated whether to continue looking for the trail of Spielberg or return to the nearby town for a night’s rest.

Amanda unexpectedly found a dead branch in a piece of grass.

“Come and see, Roger!”

Amanda picked up the dead branches on the ground, “Look at what I found!”

“Spider’s torso!”

“It looks like an arm.”

Roger was also surprised. Isn’t this luck too good, or is it all that Ms. Margaret prepared in advance?

Of course they didn’t know that there was a powerful knight who silently dedicated…

After getting the quest items, the two naturally did not want to stay in the dark woods for a long time. At this moment, there was a deep roar in the distance.

There was a terrible power in that voice.

No longer hesitating, Roger took Amanda back the same way and came to a nearby town before midnight.

“cheers!”

In the hotel room, two wine glasses touched lightly, just a mouthful, and Amanda blushed under the dim light.

She put down her wine glass and stared at the man in front of her intently, from the first meeting of the two to coming forward in the woods, from the rescue of Marsh Town to the overnight stay in Bordeaux.

“Roger, we seem to have known each other for many years.”

Roger drank the wine in his glass and leaned back. He looked at the red-haired girl in front of him with a smile on his mouth.

“Tonight, I am very convenient.”

Amanda stood up. She had just finished the shower, her red hair still had a drop of water on her head, and her collarbone was looming under her white dressing gown.

There was a fiery light in her eyes, and the light seemed to swallow Roger.

“Me too!”

As soon as the voice fell, the flames on his body rose, and the nightgown on his body was missing. Roger’s eyes widened and looked at the thrilling curve in front of him.

He couldn’t help sighing in his heart: “The sorcerer…It’s so fragrant!”

Amanda walked up to Roger, tapped her finger lightly on Roger’s shoulder, and the flame passed, without a trace of heat, but the clothes on her body had disappeared.

The girl looked at Roger.

“I heard that your swordsmanship is good.”

She slowly approached Roger’s ear, her red lips lightly opened.

“Draw your sword!”

…

That night, Roger mastered the profound meaning of another sword technique.