Mysterious Catastrophe

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Aaron smiled and handed over the horn bag.

"Grumble!"

Wolf took it bluntly, and drank directly to his mouth.

The spirits seemed to bring him a little strength and comfort, making him look less haggard at last, but his nose was a little red: "You actually came to see me?"

"We are friends, besides... I am very interested in that antler monster."

Aaron laughed.

"Yeah, we are friends..." Wolf stared at Aaron, his eyes gradually became gentle.

After all, they are all from the same town and have been getting along for so many years.

Although Zorro, the gravekeeper, was withdrawn and lustful, he had no other bad deeds.

"However... I advise you not to ask about the monster, let alone go looking for it..." Worf sincerely suggested: "We are just ordinary people... If it wasn't for the harvest of this ginkgo fruit, I would have escaped..."

"I know, I'll just ask, I promise you, never go deep into the orchard to find that monster!"

Aaron promised.

"okay."

Worf muttered: "I was really unlucky. That night, I couldn't sleep, so I went out for a walk... You know, how difficult the night is for me and a person like you without a wife... Speaking of which, Evie That kid is really lucky... Well, back to the topic, I entered the orchard, and when I got to the deepest point, I saw a figure. At first I thought it was a thief who stole the fruit, so I quickly approached... But when I got closer, I realized that It was a monster with antlers and a human shape..."

"It didn't do anything?" Aaron Fox asked.

"No...it glanced at me, I remember it very clearly, in the middle of the night, its eyes were like emeralds...I must have been hated by it, maybe even cursed me."

Worf covered his face and started to cry.

After this iron-blooded man got old, he seemed to be getting more and more timid and afraid of death.

Aaron did not discriminate against each other either.

After all, people are always afraid of death.

He stayed for a while, comforted Worf a few words, and then got up to leave.

Squeak!

The wooden door opened, and not far from the door, stood a tall and strange stranger.

He was wearing a set of black leather armor, his long white hair fell directly, and he carried a crossbow and a crossbow on his back.

On his right hand, he is also leading a dark war horse.

"Hello, I heard there are monsters here? I think you need help!"

He saw Aaron and Worf, and smiled: "Let me introduce myself, I am Joan from Grichoth, a... demon hunter!"

Demon hunters earn money by exterminating monsters.

In addition, the organization of those monsters is also the key to their configuration of certain advanced potions!

"It turned out to be a witcher."

Aaron and Wolf showed expressions of awe and vigilance.

After all, the reputation of these people is indeed not very good.

However, a trace of joy quickly appeared on Worf's face: "In my orchard, there was indeed a monster who once visited. If you kill it or expel it, I will reward you!"

"This... you guys are busy first, and I won't bother you."

Aaron didn't want to go with him to hunt down the deerclops.

Although this sounds very similar to the plot in a third-rate novel, the protagonist goes to fight monsters with a powerful professional, and then accidents inevitably happen, and finally the protagonist stands out and gains benefits...

But in fact, there is only one life, and to face danger is to make a joke of your own life!

"and many more……"

Wolf stretched out his hand weakly, and saw Aaron walking away without looking back, going further and further...

Just when he secretly lamented that the boat of friendship between the two would turn over, the witcher Joan said, "Who is that?"

"Oh, his name is Zoro, and he's the gravekeeper in our town..." Worf said truthfully.

"Gravekeeper?"

Looking at Aaron's back, Joan suddenly showed a rare dignified expression.

……

'Die, die, die...'

'I didn't expect such a coincidence! '

'Are all witchers so sensitive?He seemed a little suspicious of me. '

Aaron, who returned to the cemetery, ran away without saying a word!

He will not pin his safety on others, even if the other person seems to be a good person!

"But it's not my style to flee thousands of miles away after being scared..."

'As it happens, there is an abandoned hunter's cabin in the forest, you can live there for a few days first! '

Aaron packed the necessary supplies into a small package, picked it up with an iron sword, and left the cemetery directly.

……

night.

Outside the cemetery.

A horse lantern emerged and gradually approached.

It's Joan!

The witcher didn't solve Worf's matter immediately, but came to the town's cemetery!

Demon hunters have been transformed, and after genetic mutations, they will have various strange abilities.

What he has been strengthened is his sense of smell!

On Aaron's body before, Joan could smell the basic body training decoction of a demon hunter!

This aroused his interest, and he wanted to see which old friend recruited this grave keeper.

But when he came to the cemetery, his expression changed: "This feeling... this smell... a ghoul?"

"Do not……"

He got down on his stomach and sniffed the dirt carefully, all the way to a grave.

If Aaron was there, he would be able to recognize it immediately. This is the tomb dug by those tomb robbers, and the one he restored later!

Joan's expression became extremely solemn, and he used the silver sword to pierce the soil: "It's not an ordinary ghoul...but... a dream ghoul!"

Ghouls are very common monsters that like to hide in places with many corpses and eat corpses for a living.

But the dream ghouls are different!

They live in a strange 'dream', and can use the power of the dream to drag the enemy into and trap them to death...

Such dream ghouls are by no means naturally formed, but... someone raised them!

"It's those evil warlocks! Are dream ghouls kept in the cemetery? I seem to have heard of such cases..."

Joan muttered to himself, quickly took out an old black notebook from her body, and started to search by the light of the lantern.

"Here...Rogue Kingdom, Rad III, ascended the throne No. 20 years...the evil warlock Mal is in the south of the kingdom, experimenting with planting 'Wraith Flower'...he brutally killed many people and created dream ghouls , guarding the planting environment of the Wraith Flower..."

The Wraith Flower is a supernatural plant that may grow in an environment full of corpses, but has strict requirements on the history of death.

Some evil warlocks often secretly choose some cemeteries as the environment for cultivation, and they will also leave their own guards to maintain the environment without much change.

"Using the cemetery to cover up, these warlocks' methods are becoming more and more hidden, and other people must be notified!"

"Once the Wraith Flower matures, I don't know how many more evil warlocks will emerge!"

The evil Mal Warlock was eventually assassinated by several master demon hunters, and the demon hunters paid a heavy price for this.

In fact, the origin of the witcher is said to have something to do with the evil experiments of the warlocks.

But the witchers didn't admit it.

Now, they have classified warlocks as 'monsters', and they must kill them first when they meet them!

This is an inextricable blood feud!

"Dream ghouls will not prevent the burial of the corpse, because this is the expansion of the cemetery... But any robbery behavior will be attacked by them!"

"This is a common feature of all trained dream ghouls!"

Seeing this, Joan's expression changed slightly, and he looked at the blade of the sword that he was digging the soil.

From a certain point of view, this can be regarded as...grave robbery!

The next moment, a pair of fungus-covered claws suddenly popped out from the darkness, attacking him!

……

At the same time, in the orchard.

Carlin held a sword in one hand and a torch in the other, and walked cautiously deep into the orchard.

"Damn it... that witcher must be a liar today. After he took my food, he disappeared!"

Next to him, Worf held a bow and arrow in his hand, cursed, and looked at Karin again: "Master Karin, you will protect me, right?"

"certainly……"

Karin's palm holding the hilt of the sword was also a little sweaty.

However, he still tried his best to pretend that nothing happened.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a figure flashing in the darkness.

"Who?"

Karin immediately looked over there.

There was nothing unusual in the place where the torch shone, but he saw footprints on the ground.

"No... monster!"

Wolf looked terrified, and kept backing up, until he came to a ginkgo tree.

The next moment, the tree trunk he was leaning on instantly deformed, and the two thick branches turned into arms, with forked antlers on his head.

Deerclops!

The other party even disguised himself as a tree!

It grabbed Worf, let the bow and arrow in the opponent's hand fall to the ground, and then... the elk-like mouth opened, revealing countless sharp teeth, and bit down hard.

puff!

Blood splattered!

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Worf screamed again and again.

Karin's expression was stern, and the cross sword in his hand stabbed out directly.

Worf stared at his chest, his eyes wide.

The sword pierced him directly, and then hurt the deerclops behind him.

Snapped!

Not only that, Karin took the opportunity to throw a jar, and after breaking it, the pungent smell spread.

— Kerosene!

Not only fire oil, but also a ointment specially prepared by him, which has a damage bonus to the deerclops!

Thanks to the inheritance of the old witcher, Karin knew the weakness of this kind of deerclops, which was the fear of fire!

Even more fortunately, the dead demon hunter once encountered a deerclops, and wrote down his experience in dealing with it in his inheritance.