"Dick, because of your existence, the number of survivors has increased."
Kebi's fingertips crossed the faces of the eight strong men beside Val, "They all survived because of you. As a fair exchange, you will receive the post-war rewards that belong to them."
The lips of the eight strong men opened and closed almost simultaneously. "A fair exchange!"
"Well? Every bloody warrior deserves respect, it has nothing to do with ability!... I only take my own share."
"You don't want it?"
Kebi When he raised his brows, there seemed to be blood-red stars looming in his irises.
"An additional reward of fifty gold Kelang, as long as... you say a word?"
Dick was confused, but still insisted on his decision:
"No."
Kebi smiled and leaned back lightly on the wide mahogany chair and said nothing. The flame of the red candle on the table froze for three breaths.
Dick suddenly felt something bad, and the hair on the back of his neck stood upright as if it had been hit by static electricity - the keen Witcher Senses was giving an early warning.
When his pupils trembled rapidly, the expressions of everyone in the hall were clearly visible.
The curvature of the corners of the mouth rises uniformly, like a marauding doll made from a mold.
"You?"
When Dick's hand touched his back, he realized that he was only carrying the skinned dagger on his waist.
The air as quiet as thick asphalt was finally shaken, and a lightning-shaped crack was snaking out of the air in the center of Dick's field of vision.
"Ka! Ka!"
When the harsh friction sound rang out from the cracks, a spider web extended out of the outline, and the gravel on the edge of the cracks fell silently to the blue brick floor.
The endless darkness is revealed, stained like ink, and swallowing everything in front of Dick.
The guests, the long table, the food, and the wine glasses all merge into the huge dark mouth.
When Dick's whole body muscles tightened, the white finger knots firmly fixed the strap of the handle.
The huge maw of darkness no longer spreads, but instead, waves of retching sounds are faintly heard from deeper inside.
A head poked out of the huge mouth, which was as thick as ink and even the demon hunter couldn't see through it.
A scarlet head.
When it fully emerged from the huge mouth with its body.
The golden-eyed retina finally reflected the appearance of the monster—a giant mantis.
More giant mantises climbed out of the darkness, making a piercing buzzing sound while vibrating their thin wings, and swooped in with the clear intention of drowning the only standing human in the hall.
Dick The dagger in his hand traced an arc in the air, reflecting his trembling pupils.
Dick When I took a long breath, the heart in my chest beat like a beating leather drum.
He wiped the cold sweat from his head and stared at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling with wide eyes:
"So real Dreamscape.
"It seems that the aftermath of the city defense battle has not faded away from me.
"... Well, is there anything else besides the giant mantis?"
When Dick stood up, he found that he had put on School of the Lynx Witcher's full body armor.
"Huh? Could it be that someone changed my armor while I was sleeping."
He touched the spot on his right shoulder that was supposed to be torn apart by the giant mantis, but it was actually covered with complete armor.
Dick When the door was opened, the iron door shaft made a harsh friction sound. This part of the castle that should have been oiled and maintained every day was actually rusted.
The maid outside the door seemed to have calculated the timing well, and she just happened to raise her head and smile when he opened the door.
"Master Dick, you're awake, are you resting well?" The curvature of the corner of the maid's mouth was like the hands of a hanging watch in a precise position.
Dick asked back, "Did you replace my armor before?"
When the maid raised her face and was about to explain, his right index finger had already gently rubbed her temple.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter."
"Master Dick, Kebi..."
"Kebi is already holding a celebration banquet downstairs, right? Lead the way."
"Follow your orders."
"Forget it, I'll just go by myself."
Dick ignored the maid who stayed where she was and walked directly towards the stairs. However, after only a few steps, he suddenly stopped. Before he realized it, his muscles had tightened like a strong bow again.
With the witcher's keen hearing, the sound of weapons clashing and flesh tearing kept pouring into his ears - someone was fighting for his life.
And there's more than one!
Dick's heel hit the seam of the floor accurately, and with the help of the reaction force, he instantly took five steps back;
This muscle memory formed after thousands of trainings allowed his dodge distance to be just outside the effective attack range of the short spear.
Two people at the top of the stairs had fled into the corridor.
Kebi, whose body was covered in blood and whose face was full of pain, saw dark red blood staining his front from the scratches on the gold-patterned silk.
The face of Warlock Apprentice Xiya is as pale as paper, like a white ghost floating in the darkness.
"Kebi, what happened?"
"Those Jatu have invaded the castle, run!" Kebi could barely squeeze out this sentence with his Adam's apple rolling.
Just as he was about to ask again, dozens of heavily armed Jatu soldiers swarmed at the entrance of the stairs, blocking the entire passage.
Dick quickly ran forward, preparing to snatch the sword from Kebi's hand and fight.
"Ugh!"
The sound of several arrows piercing the air rang in my ears.
Kebi looked down at his chest in disbelief, his eyes slack and dim.
Three arrows were shot from his back, one of which was right at the heart.
The fourth arrow passed directly by Dick and hit the neck of the maid next to him.
The maid covered her neck with pain on her face, but she couldn't stop the blood gushing out around the arrow. It was obvious that she would not survive.
When Dick was about to rescue Xiya, an old woman with an unusually long red pepper nose squeezed out from behind the trembling Jatu soldier.
Broom Witch's claw-like index finger drew a meteor trajectory in the air, and the flying broom decorated with human bones immediately screamed...
It quickly collided with the restless demon hunter, knocking the man several feet away.
After rolling to the ground, Dick endured the pain and raised his head, only to find that Xiya had been captured by Broom Witch, and the sharp nails were repeatedly rubbing on Xiya's delicate neck.
"Dick, you don't want anything to happen to your little lover, right? Now do as I say, turn your back and kneel on the ground.
"Of course, you can also choose to escape.
"With your agility, I know it will be difficult to catch you, as long as you run to the end of this corridor,"
The witch's eyes wandered to the end of the fortress, and the strong wind outside the closed windows kept beating on the window lattice.
"As long as you break out of the window, you can escape safely.
"But your little lover will be cruelly tortured to death by me. The extremely strong Jatu men on the grassland welcome the sorceress to breed their offspring.
"The choice is not difficult - kneel down or run away."
"Yes, just kneel down like this, good boy, but unfortunately... there is no reward."
Dick After trying to stabilize his mind, he noticed the cowhide sheathed dagger on his waist from the corner of his eye.
He concentrated his energy and turned on Witcher Senses, then held his breath and turned on Second Witcher Senses.
In the blink of an eye, the heart position of everyone behind him was marked by alternating light and dark red marks.