Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 292

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 292]

“You have to live well no matter what, face life generously, and don’t be a resource and tool of the gods.”

“I know.” Heigagesen nodded, “Also, if you are very tired from work, you should rest in time, focus on rest when you are resting, and focus on work when you are working. If you are stressed, you can drink moderately. , but not too much, because you are not born good at drinking, and you can get very drunk.”

They looked at each other for the last time, and sighed because of their separation. Then, Hejgagsen turned around and walked towards the giant gate of the fortress step by step. The figure disappeared behind the door and was never seen again.

“Goodbye.” Charles said goodbye to him.

“Master Hunter.” The dwarf Xiaoruiweistan walked towards Ciel and threw a few luminous gems into his backpack, “This is a rare gem I brought from my hometown, please accept it.”

“thanks.”

“Mr. Grani.” The golden-bearded dwarf Axel also came over and nodded briefly to Ciel, “The things you taught us are very important, thank you, you can bring the gold to the ground flowers.” , he dumped the gleaming pile of dwarven gold into the charr’s knapsack.

“Thank you.” Charles nodded.

“There are still many places in the underworld where Scourgewalkers haunt,” Magnus Blackhammer walked over. “We will keep our oath, clean them up, and bring peace to the underworld.” He showed a master cloak to the Ciel looked, “I heard that you used to wear a silver-gray cloak that was exclusive to Master Hunters when you were active in Loman. I asked someone to order a similar one. Its silver color was not dyed with dyes. Yes, but a thin layer of mithril is actually sewn inside, which can withstand any form of attack, hoping to fit.”

“Thank you so much,” the Ciel greeted Magnus. “I will never forget the friendship of the dwarves.”

“We won’t forget you either.” Magnus nodded sincerely to Ciel, “Goodbye, Ciel Grani of Loman, may your future path always be illuminated by miner’s lamps.”

Having said that, they saluted Ciel for the last time.

Everyone turned around and walked towards the gate one after another, passing through one by one, and finally closing the gate.

With a muffled sound, the Great Rift Valley became quiet again.

Ciel looked around, the dwarf sergeants were still patrolling, setting up cannons to aim at the scene in the rift.

Charles said goodbye to them one by one, and then went down along the trestle.

Xiongxu Fortress itself is very close to the end of the Great Rift Valley, and Ciel walked towards the roadless side of the Great Rift Valley, gradually walking into the boundless darkness.

He kept his dying breath away. Although the knife was of good quality, the shape was not suitable for him.

Now Ciel is carrying two knives behind his back.

The iron sword lotus is used for ordinary occasions, and the red sword Sindariel is used to kill opponents who are worthy of showing the red sword.

Sindariel is attached with a pure war divinity, which can release a divine slash with maximum intensity. Ciel is confident to use this slash to destroy high-level demons, even Gladius itself, and eat this divinity. I am afraid that I will be frustrated and wailed.

Now he feels much stronger than he was four years ago.

If you take the red knife to deal with the powerful enemies you have met, I am afraid they…

Walking into the depths of the dark cave, Ciel suddenly sensed a strong killing intent.

The sound of the crossbow was crackling, and seven or eight crossbows were fired at once. Ciel immediately retreated, and the arrows shot densely into the open space in front of him.

assassin?

enemy?

Charles watched closely and quickly noticed the source of the crisis.

Ciel looked up at the high rock wall, where a whole army was standing vaguely, the sound of dense footsteps sounded, and more people were arriving.

The torches lit, one after another, illuminating Velius’ giant figure.

“It’s you?” Ciel looked at Velius, who was standing next to Vagelia.

She folded her arms over her chest, looking arrogant.

“You have left the dwarf fortress with a swagger, you really don’t know whether to live or die.” Velius screamed.

“What? Are you going to take me back to Saint Mildora?” Ciel asked.

“Wrong,” said Velius. “You must die.”

“Do we have such a deep hatred? Obviously I rescued you.” Ciel said.

“You cut our money, we want your life, that’s the rule,” Velius said.

“What? The Dwarf Demon Hunters are keeping you from making money, right?”

“You actually trained those shameless and stupid dwarves to become demon hunters,” Velius said. “The contracts of the Great Rift Valley are now void. Are you going to let the Scourge Hunters go bankrupt?”

“You have the confidence to deal with me?”

“I know that you have just acquired an unparalleled artifact,” Velius showed an ugly smile, and the reptile’s expression was twisted and hideous, “You have spells, weapons and equipment, and combat experience, but it’s not enough, far Not enough! You don’t know what terrifying resources Ms. Sartos has.”

“Charle!” Vageria shouted, “I’m sorry! But you really broke the rules. You made no money for us. You are too bad.”

“You brought many people.” Ciel saw the dark elf slaves behind her.

The number is more than before, possibly as many as fifty or sixty people, lined up in a square formation.

The worst thing is the seven people standing in front of the slave soldiers, all of them exuding extraordinary power, each of them is well-equipped, without covering their faces, they are all pure-blooded dark elves, with dark purple skin, blood-red eyes, and ears. Sharp, with a bloodthirsty and contemptuous expression on his face, the armor is tattooed with flowing fire, skeletons and strange-colored light, extremely strange, and he is also equipped with powerful magic props.

One or two is okay, four or five can be killed with a red knife, but seven people…

“They are the seven blood-kissed guards of the Thatos family,” Velius said. “Each of them is over five hundred years old. After countless battles, they are extremely experienced, and their swordsmanship and spells are the best in the world.”

“You are very capable. These slaves are all slaughtered for you, but can you fight seven with one? Although the slaves are weak, they will try their best to drag you to death.” Vagelia said, “Now flee back. It’s too late, I’ll take it as soon as I can, and if you’re my male pet, I’ll consider letting you go, okay?”

“I can’t run,” said Charles.

“Then you have to draw the sword.” Velius said, “but drawing the sword is nothing but death. Only a true god can defeat the blood-kissed Seven Guardians and join forces. At the moment when you boldly and boldly step into the darkness, You are already trapped in a dead end. You know, we have spent a lot of time tracking you, analyzing your fighting habits, and understanding your fighting strategies. You have no trump cards in front of us. What do you want to come down for? Flowing shadows? Nuin’s edge? Ha, like a child’s trick!”

Charles held out his hand.

Point to their far right first, then swipe your finger in the air to the left, drawing a straight line.

“What are you doing?” Vagelia was puzzled.

“Fowler, the food is ready,” Charles said.

In an instant, a huge white snake broke out from the rock wall on the right. The snake kissed and devoured it. In an instant, dozens of people on the stage were swallowed into their mouths. Dozens of dark elf slaves and seven blood-kissed dead were all killed. On the spot, its slender body swiped across the rock wall, then knocked off the left rock wall, climbed in and disappeared.

Velius was shocked. He didn’t look back, but he could hear a loud noise behind him.

He was shaking.

“Snakeborn?” he asked. “Snakeborn?! When did you…”

Another long white tail stretched out from the crevice, and quickly tied Velius around the waist, dragging him into the darkness.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Vageria seemed to have been drained of her strength, and fell to her knees, with no one else beside her.

Ciel found his way and boarded it from the side, and came to Vazelia’s side.

“Are you going to kill me?” Vazelia asked mournfully. “Ah–I…I shouldn’t…”

“It’s nothing,” said Charles. “Want to live?”

“Think.” Vagelia nodded sharply.

“You have to polish my spear if you want.”

“There is such a good thing?” Vagelia was pleasantly surprised, “I have thought about it for a long time.”

“…Don’t be too happy, you’ll have to beg for mercy in a while. Turn around and lie down.”

Vazelia did as she did, raising her ass high.

Ciel pinched her buttocks with both hands. It was soft, fat, extremely malleable, and exuded a strong smell. His hands spread to other parts of her body, tender and plump everywhere.

It is estimated that she will bring countless seeds back.

Charles thought to himself.

“Quick… quick…” Vageria begged.

Ciel slapped her buttocks hard, the sound was very clear, and the buttocks shook and swayed endlessly.

Vagelia was hit, and let out a sexy and charming moan, and the sound echoed in the dark cave for a long time, almost softening the bones of people.

Chapter 368

The sky is grey.

Charles returns to Loman on a rainy day.

Fuller took him out of the ground, and the body of the white snake was coiled in a circle on the ground, the upper body was upright, and the bloody mouth opened wide.

Ciel crawled out from between the sharp serpentine teeth, climbed up Fowler’s icy nose, and stood on top of his head.

The rain dripped on Shire’s hair and cloak, and on Fowler’s scales.

The drizzle condenses into water droplets, and the water droplets converge into small streams that meander down.

Now is the turn of summer and autumn, there should be vitality and beauty.

But Ciel looked around and saw only large swathes of forest growing wildly, groaning in the rain.

The earth is devastated and devoid of vitality.

There were no animals, no human beings, and probably the entire Loman was emptied, leaving only one person and one snake.

“Ah, it looks like…” Fleur muttered. “Not so good.”

“I don’t know…” said Ciel. “This land is dead.”

“It’s dead,” Fowler said. “The space anchor here has been pulled in a mess, and there is no white wedge to guard it. The entire Loman should have fallen. It’s better to change its name to Devil’s Paradise.”

Charles was silent.

Fuller held the snake’s head close to the ground, and Ciel climbed off his head and jumped off the edge.

“You can hardly feel the living,” Fowler said. “Instead, there is a lot of nasty demonic smell. This is already a desolate kingdom, everything is eaten up, and the people and history are crushed into nothingness.”

“I should have protected it.” Charles felt sad.

“I can understand you,” Fowler said. “It’s not a good feeling. I, too, have lost what I was meant to protect, the believers. I’ve felt a pain since they perished, planted The emotions rooted in my heart want to murder me.”

“remorse.”

“I can’t get rid of the trap I put on myself,” Fowler said.

“Thank you for rebuilding my body and giving me a chance to make amends.”

“It’s nothing. Snake Jade, Snake Letter, Snake Aid, our family has been ‘investing’ and making friends, because our enemies are too big and too scary, so you know what to do, right? .”

“If the Serpentborn need my help, I will respond,” said Ciel.

“Go ahead, I know this is not the time to talk about quid pro quo. You should visit your burned-out country, and I really hope you’ll find remnants of old memories. Well, just like I did.” Le sounded a little sad.

“What about you? How should you face the future?”

Fuller’s snake eyes blinked, obviously there was still a lot to say, but he finally swallowed it.

“—When you see me next time, you can ask me again. Anyway, you know how to find me.”

It slapped the ground hard with its white tail, and the ground trembled, cracking a gap, into which Fowler disappeared.

Soon the ground was re-bridged, leaving only a hazy trace.

Ciel looked into the distance, and Bizhan Manor was looming in the rain and mist.

He walked through a forest of oaks, dark green leaves dripping with water, with irregular edges and yellow marks.

The air on the ground is ten thousand times fresher than the underground world, and the soil is wet and soft, not like the rigid rocky ground.

It’s nice to be back, but…

[End of This Chapter]