Chapter 689: Journey
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Light Spirit Epic
- 雷文D维克萨斯
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- 2021-02-04 10:41:59
Chapter 689 The chapter of the journey begins again in silver
In 526 AD, early spring.
Thousands of miles of snow drifting, thousands of miles frozen.
The plains of Western Siberia, still blowing a vicious snow today, the whole world is covered in silver and white, and is ruled by the bitter cold.
When the wall of the world becomes transparent, and the dark continent regains its light, this piece of barren land is still desolate;
When the dark area has been renamed as the Shuguang area, Wanmu began to grow on the fertile land, only this piece of tundra, still quiet.
Nature is not unfair. Not also.
Only this place has always been like this.
This land continues its tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of years of tradition - insisting on maintaining its noble and glamorous, with the cold of snow and ice, with harsh tests, rejecting outsiders.
Only the most powerful will, the toughest race of life, can survive in this silver land. Only the races that have survived in this world's worst environment are qualified to be in the world and to be proud of everything in the world.
Of course, it’s just [alone].
A wise humanoid that once lived on the plains of Western Siberia, with only two races:
One is the descendant of the of white snow, the fighting nation, the Bailuosiya (white bear family);
The other is the anti-hunger and anti-hunger ability, the unyielding nation, the Eskimo (Wolfman).
These two clans did not lose to nature, but lost to people. The battle between the orc clan has brought these two peace-loving clan to the crisis of the genocide. A small number of surviving ethnic groups left the hard-to-find silver country and were semi-protected to move to Western Europe.
Therefore, this snowfield has become a realm of death. There are no more residents and villages, only a ridiculous, and endless wilderness.
The wind and the snow are floating, everything is silent, the world is dead, and there is only one flaw.
There may be more - malicious.
In this silvery world, there is a shadow that stands out.
A Warcraft.
Evil monsters linger in the wilderness, biting killers, and preying on animals, have seriously affected the ecological environment of the Twilight region.
Although the [miracle] that occurred seven years ago gave the whole sun (dark) area sunshine, the big battles at that time still left a lot of problems that were not solved.
The destroyer of the abyss - [source sin], while crossing the Twilight region, also spread a large number of dark people on this land. These dark objects have infected local creatures, especially Warcraft, and have caused great trouble for the residents of the Twilight region.
As the deliberate dissemination of disasters, the malicious sin of the source crime spreads in the world and has not been cleared for a long time. The Warcrafts infected by the Dark in the Twilight region are constantly fierce, huge, and flooded.
Even after seven years, the fierce Warcraft is still rampant in the dark areas, the only thing that can stop them is only one organization -
The monster hunters.
On a small hill about a hundred yards away, the young hunters waited for a long time in the snow.
He was wearing a tight-fitting leather armor, and the leather was firmly sewed over the skin. The white, fluffy fur plays a good cold-resistant role, and it also makes the hunter look like a snowman, blending in with the environment.
The hunter's leather armor is fully covered. The thick helmet is completely covered with a face, leaving only two masks with small holes in sight, making it impossible to know the looks of young hunters. The only thing that is certain is that the hunter is an orc – identifiable from his rough toes.
The hunter put down the telescope and shuddered. He pulled a bottle of warm medicine from his belt and opened the lower deck of the mask, revealing a mouth-sized hole. The potion along this hole was snorted by the hunter into the stomach.
The hot taste of the syrup flows into the stomach, stimulating the hunter's nerves, causing his heart to accelerate, and the frozen body begins to recover.
Physical fitness has been supplemented, and the hunter peeped his head out of the bunker of the hills and looked at Warcraft in the distance.
It was a thirty-foot-high silver-backed ferrets. Its fangs are as sharp as a knife, and can easily tear the prey; its claws are sharp as a gun, and can easily penetrate the enemy's head. It roared fiercely and was tempered for this ice and snow to find food!
This is a monster that is highly infected by the dark and huge to the extreme. I am afraid that [Warcraft - Silverback Snowball] has the largest body length.
In the face of such enemies, hunters can't act recklessly. A flash, young hunters will lose their lives.
"Master!" There is another young cat in the snow pit lurking. Wearing a funny cat family leather, the cat is also frozen enough.
He groaned and lowered his voice and called: "This snow owl is harder to deal with than the report! It is not our current equipment that can be defeated! The stock of syrup must also bottom out! What should I do? Retreat?"
"No," the hunter put his armor all over and wrapped the hood tighter to counter the chill of the early spring: "The Hunter Association is willing to give me the s-level dangerous task, which is the greatest trust for me. Although the guy is violent, he hasn’t been violent enough to deal with it. We followed it for a week. This guy is tired and hungry, and his physical strength has been overdrafted. After a while, he will be able to kill it!"
He has his reason. Long-term pursuits, constantly harassing the prey, let the hunger tired to the extreme prey exposed flaws, is the most commonly used hunting method for hunters.
The European knights are used to confronting the monsters in a positive way, but they are unscientific.
The true scientific way of fighting, or the [hunting method], is summed up by the hunters of this group of monsters with countless lives.
The silver back began to move again. It can't find any food in this snow, and plans to escape and go to the next area to find food.
Young hunters sneer - which will make you escape? He poked his head out of the snow pit, and when the silver back snow did not notice, he shot an arrow gently!
Both invisible and silent, it is the stealing archery that the assassin is good at. With a poisonous and powerful anesthetic arrow, pull a beautiful parabola in the air, slowly climb, and then slowly fall.
It pierced precisely into the wound on the back of the silver-backed sleigh – the wound it had made before fighting the hunters.
The poisonous arrow is like a small wooden thorn that sinks into the huge snowy body and tears the wound of the monster.
The poison began to spread with the flesh and blood of the wound. The anesthetic and venom flow in the blood vessels of the monster, one consumes the spirit of the monster, and the other consumes the physical strength of the monster.
Although Warcraft is strong, the poison is more fierce. Struggling for a whole week, Warcraft spent in the stagnation and hunger, no longer have the strength to fight the poison.
It turned two laps, and the arms were unable to empty the air, and then fell down.
auzw.com "Dry, have you killed?" The little servant on the side whispered.
"Not necessarily. Maybe it is dead." Warcraft hunter knows the monster's blackmail, and he pulls another arrow.
sand! The poison arrow pierced precisely into another wound on the back of the monster.
The monster didn't respond, so there wasn't even a move.
It should be dead, or at least anesthetized.
The monster hunter took a sigh of relief and took out the dagger from the backpack: "Luf, wait for me here."
He jumped out of the hidden point, resisting the wind and snow, and carefully went to the monster.
The silver-backed ferrets did not move from start to finish, and the hunter was convinced that it was dead enough to wrap around the monster.
Closer look, this monster is really terrible. Its head is as big as a hunter, like a sword, and a claw like a knife. No normal person would want to wrestle with this monster.
It’s great to be able to use a poison arrow to drop this monster.
Or not.
The hunter is close to the monster's neck and intends to cut through the monster's throat with a sharp dagger, letting its blood dry and let it die.
However, just as the dagger had just touched the silver-backed throat, the monster suddenly blinked!
"Wh-!" The hunter was alert enough. When he noticed that things were not good, he immediately turned back and tried to open the distance and say!
Still late!
At the moment when the hunter turned to the ground, his chest immediately spewed out blood!
The hunter's finely crafted leather armor is a good thing, and it has a powerful enchantment. It's light enough to provide strong protection, enough to deal with the chopping of ordinary swords.
But no use! This good leather armor is like a thin piece of paper under the attack of a monster, and it is instantly torn! Left, only the hunter was stained with blood, hairy chest!
"Damn, it really is a scam!" The hunter cursed in a low voice and picked up a bottle of herbs and sprinkled it on his chest. The syrup, or the ointment, is ejected from the bottle. The jelly-like ointment instantly bonds to the hunter's wound, plugging the wound and stopping the blood.
"Oh ah ah ah!" Silver back snow screamed loudly. It was bothered by the hunter for a week, and he had already thought of a good way to wait for an opportunity to retaliate. Now this seriously injured hunter is even more stunned, how can it be easily let go?
"Master!" the cat in the distance shouted.
"Don't come over!" The hunter took out his long sword. "I can control this situation! You just protect yourself!"
The Warcraft Hunter's long sword is made of the limbs of Warcraft. It is actually a sharp-edged long-armed arm.
It is not violent to be infected by the dark, and these high-density photons are gathered in the body of Warcraft, which is a good material for making weapons. Although not as powerful as Longwu, it has all kinds of strange performances. This is the so-called poison attack. Use Warcraft corpse weapons to deal with Warcraft.
The silver-backed snow screams in an angry roar, and the claws are drawn wildly, and each hit goes straight to the hunter's key. The hunter slid in a whisper, slid between the fingers of the monster, and flashed under the snow.
The monster is extremely large, and when the two feet stand up and vacate both hands to attack, it brings a sense of incomprehensible pressure! In contrast, the hunter is just a small one. His figure is not the highest of his family, or even a little short – measured by the height of an adult orc.
However, the difference in height is conducive to the hunter's dodge! The monsters are horizontally grabbed, erected, backhanded and chaotic, and the two claws come out together, so that they can do all the tricks, but they can't hurt the hunter.
This young hunter has played against countless monsters many times, and this little battle is nothing!
He ducked, ducked, and evaded, waiting for the timing of the shot.
The attack of the sled is fast and embarrassing, continuous like a wave, almost no flaws!
If you can't find the flaw, you can only create it yourself! The hunter continues to roll, dodge, walk, and make all sorts of coquettish tricks to provoke monsters.
The silver-backed snow smashed and failed to attack, and finally exploded! Its attack is more frenzied, and the pace has begun to mess up, and it is about to show its flaws!
Plan! ! The monster's double claws crossed and caught two storms.
The hunter has already predicted the movement of the monster, and rolled forward in the first step! The storm that the paws set off was scraped from behind the hunter, but the hunter could not be injured! He rolled over to the armpit of the ferrets, stabbed in his hand and pointed to the monster belly! At this distance, it is too late for the sled to fall back and dodge!
Feeding a powerful anesthetic, you can instantly paralyze any creature's paralyzed sword. When you stab the monster, you will also inject the medicine hidden in the blade into your opponent's body!
The outcome is already divided! As long as the sword stabs in, the hunter wins! !
Or maybe not!
The sledge did not evade, but greeted it! The sword stabbed into the belly of the monster, and the monster also pressed down! !
This guy is desperate to die, to use his huge body to squash opponents!
Creatures infected by the Dark will fall into madness. It has lost the survival instinct of being a beast, and has lost its intellect and become a demon born purely for predation and killing!
The hunter didn't think about this change, he could only watch the monsters press down at a very high speed! Thousands of pounds of silver-backed ferrets, its weight can crush the bones of the human body directly!
Experienced hunters have hunted thousands of Warcraft, and his life is full of glory. He never imagined that he would die in such a place, and he died in this invincible Warcraft! The means are not arrogant, the skills are strong, and the fight is not a win, it is the truth!
The hunter knew that this time he was dead, and he began to appear in his mind, remembering all the trivial things in his life and mourning for the soul he was going to die. At this time, a huge silver shadow rushed to the ground and slammed into the silver-backed snow owl.
bump! The two behemoths collided and made a thunderous sound like a thunder, and echoed infinitely in this silent snow field.
Before crushing the hunter, the silver back was knocked out by the whole. The huge momentum caused the monster to fly hundreds of yards and draw a deep and long snow pit on the snow and ice.
The hunter who thought he was dead opened his eyes and looked at his savior.
That is, a huge wolf.
As if in order to echo this silvery land, the hair of this giant wolf is also beautiful silvery white, shining in the sun.
"Ah--!!" The silver wolf shouted, his voice swaying the world.
That voice seems to be saying, this silver wolf is the real hegemon of this silver land!