Barry was dragged a few meters into the jungle by two short Nekker. He could clearly see the other four companions standing back to back, surrounded by eight or nine Nekker, and he himself became the lone one.
At this time, he felt his feet loosen up. It must be Nekker loosening the shackles of his sharp claws.
Just like that, Barry lay on the ground, gave up struggling, and looked at the sky through the dense leaves with blurred eyes.
It seems there...
In the warm scorching sun, his parents were leaning together, smiling and waving to him. They were calling him and waiting for his return.
"Father, mother, I'm here to find you."
Barry murmured, a string of tears falling from the corners of his eyes. He closed his eyes and stopped looking at the ferocious face in front of him who had raised his bone stick to smash his head.
But there was only a "swish" sound, and Barry did not feel pain. Instead, he smelled a fishy heat, like the smell of blood.
After two breaths, he mustered up the courage to open his eyes, only to see a fiery red figure holding two swords with his back facing him, and on each side there was a Nekker corpse that had been split in half, with its organs scattered in the moist soil.
Barry stood up quickly, without even having time to wipe his tears, and shouted excitedly, "Dick, you... why are you here?"
Dick turned around and said with a smile, "Of course I am here to save you."
"Then you broke the rules of the cult, didn't you?" Barry said worriedly.
"Rules--they are meant to be broken."
Then Dick added, "Be careful, since your silver sword is lost, pulling out the steel sword can also cause some damage to Nekker."
"Okay, okay, I understand." Barry replied hurriedly.
Dick looked at the other little demon hunters on the side again, but saw that Carter had already killed one Nekker, and was now helping the other little demon hunter back to back to concentrate on dealing with the other Nekker.
Dick counted the number of Nekker next to the four little demon hunters. There were exactly nine.
"Barry, go over and help them."
"Yes." Barry was extremely happy and obeyed the order obediently.
Dick looked at the spot for a while and found that these five little demon hunters were fighting back and forth with the nine short Nekker, and they still had the upper hand.
Seeing this, he did not intend to disturb the little demon hunter's trial, but instead looked into the depths of the jungle on the other side:
In the quiet darkness, a faint rustling sound came, breaking the original tranquility.
Immediately afterwards, a clutter of footsteps came from far away, and more Nekker were alerted and were rushing towards this direction.
Dick moved forward steadily and reached a place with his knees slightly bent. When he leaned forward, he held the sword tightly in both hands and assumed a posture. The twin swords with cold light seemed to be integrated with him.
He is waiting.
Waiting for the prey ahead to fall into the trap.
After a moment, more than twenty short Nekker figures appeared in front of them.
They bared their teeth and claws, some were holding rough bone sticks in their claws, and some were holding sharp rocks high. They were making strange screams from their mouths, their voices were sharp and harsh, and their expressions were distorted and excited;
These newly intelligent creatures seem to know that they are in captivity, and at this moment every few years, they can vent their inner rage against their captors.
But this excitement was short-lived, because when Lao Wang was about to do something, he was caught on the spot by the male host who suddenly returned.
In fact, the male protagonist... had already planned it.
In the eyes of Nekker, the fiery red-haired demon hunter in front of them disappeared in an instant, and a huge whirlwind parallel to the ground suddenly appeared out of thin air, roaring towards him with an aura of destruction.
Dick keenly caught the flaw that although Nekker were slightly scattered, they were still close to each other, and used [Panther Zither Jade] without hesitation.
In an instant, he felt the power of [Master-Level Swordsmanship] that was completely different from [Elite-Level Swordsmanship]. His body was twisting in the air, and the wind was screaming in his ears;
In the past, [Panther Zither Jade] could only run wildly, but now he can control the direction while traveling.
The whirlwind wrapped around the dazzling silver Sword Qi, and rushed forward quickly with unparalleled power.
Wherever it passes, gravel scatters like meteors dancing wildly;
The trees broke, making a dull roar, and debris filled the sky;
And those Nekker, under the powerful destructive power of [Panther Zither Jade], were torn and shattered as soon as they were touched, turning into piles of broken pieces that greatly increased Harden's appetite.
For a time, whistling, crashing, and shrill wails intertwined together, playing a bloody and exciting symphony of death.
In just three or four breaths, this symphony of death with extremely violent aesthetics came to an abrupt end.
Dick stopped and panted slightly. He looked back and saw corpses with broken arms all over the ground. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He was very satisfied with his achievements.
From the corner of his eye, he saw three or four fish that had slipped through the net. They dropped their weapons in panic and ran for their lives deep into the jungle.
Dick was about to catch up, when suddenly, a cry of pain from Carter came from the little demon hunter.
Looking back, I saw a Nekker jumping onto Carter's shoulder, grabbing his hair with both claws, and its intertwined sharp teeth were about to bite Carter's neck.
"Is the cooperation still not tacit enough?" Dick secretly asked.
He quickly drew out the short crossbow from his waist, set it up, aimed, and pulled the string, all in one movement.
The crossbow arrow flew through the air and penetrated Nekker's head at the temple.
The monster's body froze for an instant, and then simply fell from Carter's shoulders. Red and white things poured out of the holes in its head, dyeing the surrounding land red.
Carter turned around in surprise and shouted, "Dick."
Dick nodded slightly, took a few steps, stopped moving, and then reminded in a deep voice, "Concentrate and cooperate well, you know?"
"Yes." The little witchers replied in unison.
In the next few minutes, they cooperated even more seamlessly. The remaining Nekker could no longer take advantage. After killing several more animals, the last one tried to slip away. Barry took out the short crossbow from his waist and shot it in the ankle with an arrow.
Then these little demon hunters gathered around Nekker with their swords. They swung their swords hard and chopped Nekker into pieces in a short while.
But these little demon hunters still kept moving and kept saying hurriedly, "I'll chop you to death! I'll chop you to death!"
When Dick saw this, he quickly came to them and stopped him loudly. "Stop it, it is already dead and cannot die anymore, children."
After hearing this, except for Carter and Barry, the other little demon hunters dropped their swords, sat down on the ground, and began to breathe heavily.
Dick looked at the people carefully and saw that only Barry's right shoulder was slightly injured. No one else was injured. He felt relieved and took out a bandage from his pocket and wrapped it around Barry.
Finally, he counted the number of Nekker on the ground, and it happened that each person could get two ears.
"In a moment, each of you will cut off two Nekker's ears, and then you will take them back and you will complete the task."
"Is this appropriate?" Carter asked with some confusion.
"If you don't tell, who knows?" Dick smiled slyly.