Vol 2 Chapter 162: Do you want my secret?

The ranger opened his bow and opened his arrow, and the precise arrow shot off the rope. Before the corpse of the militia fell, the ranger flew to the bottom of the body and caught the body.
He knew the hanged person, although he didn't remember his name, the ranger knew this face. He was one of the ten people in the camp who first began to learn archery from him, and he was probably one of the few apprentices who could continue to fight.
"Ten minutes ago, we left here." Young Carl took a self-made dagger, carefully observed the surroundings, and said to the demon hunter: "My dad will not leave like this, he will definitely give I leave some traces."
The demon hunter nodded at the teenager. His father, Rick Grimes, was an experienced guy, and he and his son impressed the demon hunter deeply.
But even true professionals would be caught off guard when facing the power of Chaos. Xu Yichen carefully checked the surrounding traces, trying to find out where Marx was going.
The ranger closed the eyes of his last apprentice with his fingers. Although they hadn't known each other for a long time, these ten people had always treated him respectfully. They told the ranger that before this, no professional had ever taught them fighting skills, and they were very grateful to him.
According to the concept of the Seris people, one day as a teacher and a lifelong father. Most of the people he had taught had already been sacrificed this evening in the battle with those deformities. He was sad, but not angry, but this one was different.
Death on the battlefield is the home of a soldier, whether he is ready or not, but war is war.
And he was with his hands and feet, cut the corners of his mouth, and hanged on this pillar. He suffered a lot when he was alive and was tortured to death.
The ranger dipped his finger in the blood of his apprentice and drew a complicated pattern on his face, which meant that he wanted to avenge his apprentice until he died.
[Rad enemy: Designate a certain type of enemy as your old enemy. When targeting this type of enemy, you will cause additional damage. Please choose your rival type. ] (Professional talent)
"Choose type: chaos...wrong type...cannot be selected"
"Choose type: Chaos...type wrong...trigger talent mutation mission."
[Blood debt and blood repayment: The young man who asked you how to maintain the bowstring yesterday has become a corpse today, a corpse that was maliciously desecrated. Anger accumulates in your chest, even the heart of a peaceful ranger can't restrain it. If this is the case, then pay the blood debt and find the murderer! Sent her to death! 】
"I found her place, head." The ranger put down the corpse in his hand and said in a cold tone: "Now this is not just your business, nun, one of your traitors is mine."
On the other side, Karl, a young man, found a trace carved with a dagger in the corner: "This is a mark left by my dad. This mark represents that my dad followed their traces in this direction!"
The demon hunter looked at the ranger and then at the young Karl. The two people pointed in completely different directions.
"It seems that we need to divide our troops in two ways." The demon hunter said to the silent nun: "I and Karl are the same, the ranger will lead you to find another team of traitors!"
The ranger nodded, sorted out the arrows he had just collected from the militia, and put them in his quiver one by one.
"No, I'm with you all the way, I must make sure that there are my people on every side, and the traitors must be cleaned up! We will do it ourselves!" Celestine said: "Missal is an excellent fighter and also a Name, a senior clerical nun, her strength is very powerful, especially since she has taken refuge in Chaos now, you may not be able to fight her alone."
"Don't forget that I alone brought you all down." The demon hunter proudly said: "Perhaps you should care more about your people. If the Sister Misal is not on my way, how should you fight her?"
"Don't be too complacent. What you saw just now is not the full power of the nun. We are warriors against chaos. Facing chaos, we naturally have our own way to solve it." The silent nun gradually adapted to speaking, and now she is becoming more fluent : "We are professional and have a wealth of experience."
"Don't forget my profession, I am a demon hunter." Despite this, Xu Yichen did not refuse the request of the quiet nun.
"I know, you are a demon hunter, but you are just an apprentice. Don't deny it, I know them, I can call almost every demon hunter by name, and there is no your name in those names." Behind the hunter, the quiet nun said: "It is possible that most of the existing demon hunters are not as good as your skills, but you are still a novice, and you are far behind in experience."
"The demon hunter does not rely on strength to fight against chaos, but experience, the experience accumulated by generations of old hunters and victims." Celestine said meaningfully: "If you rely solely on brute force, you The pulse has long been severed."
The demon hunter did not answer her, but nodded at the ranger.
The team was thus divided into two parts, searching in two different directions, no matter which side, they were holding full of anger, looking for traces of chaos.
In a tunnel dug out by those tentacles, Boss Polk was instructing his two men to let the wind out at the exit.
And behind him ~EbookFREE.me~ Karl Marx, who was injured, was leaning weakly against the wall.
When the attack happened, the mercenary Mancini blocked the attack of the fallen nuns almost immediately. But Marx was still stabbed in the abdomen by the nun because he was too close.
Under the desperate resistance of Mancini and his men, the militiamen took the wounded Marx and retreated, and finally dispersed at a crossroads.
For good luck, he didn't expect that it was Boss Polk who finally took Mr. Marx out of danger.
"Old friend, long time no see. I didn't expect it to be like this when we met again." Marx said weakly, the weapon of the fallen nun was stained with the power of chaos, making Marx's wounds unable to heal. The black marks of corruption spread along the blood vessels around the wound towards the heart.
"Mike, can I still call you that way? I think I'm more used to it, haha." Leaning against the wall, Boss Polk listened to his lungs panting like a bellows. As a puffy guy, this way is almost necessary. Killed his life.
"Of course, my friend. Why not? I know you have a lot of doubts." Marx smiled weakly and spit out black blood: "Do you want to know my secret? Old friend?"
PS: Which voice software I use today, I feel that the recognition rate is still OK, but the punctuation needs to be added by yourself, but it is a bit shameful to read. . . PS Thank you book friend @懒懒的应龙 for your reward. PS: The chapter may be posted together at 12 o'clock tomorrow at seven o'clock. Tomorrow, because we have to drive out, we may not be able to code it in time, sorry
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