Arwen and Holt walked along a dirt road towards the east of the village.
As we get closer to the forest, the dirt road is overgrown with weeds, and it's obvious that no one has been here for a long time.
After tying the mare to a safe place, the two of them continued deeper.
About a hundred steps away, Arwen's nose twitched and he smelled a rotten smell.
Holt patted his shoulder with his palm, signaling to look up.
Arwen cat-eye gaze.
On the left side of the line of sight, there is an ancient tree that requires three people to hug. Above the dark trunk, dense branches spread out.
A boot is tied to the tip of each branch, pressing the branch down to the ground, like a fruit tree full of fruits.
Raven was hovering above, the cold wind blew through the forest, and there was a cold scream.
Holt glanced at the snake head badge on the chest, and the badge only trembled slightly.
"There is a lot of resentment here, and it must be a demon spirit."
Arwen walked forward and saw dozens of corpses lying under the ancient tree.
Dark brown blood stains remained on the rotten clothes.
The flesh and blood had been eaten clean by scavengers, and the exposed white bones were mixed with dirt.
He knelt down and pulled up a drooping purple hood with his right hand. The hollow skull hung down on his left shoulder.
There are obvious depression marks on the lower abdomen, and the fabric also has a sharp scratch, which is cut very neatly.
Judging by the attire of these people, most of them are business travelers.
"Go on."
The voice of Holt came from behind.
Arwen suddenly raised his left hand and caught a black bottle in his palm.
After weighing it, there was a sound of liquid sloshing in the bottle.
"This is Specter Oil. Demon spirits usually only come out at night. We still have a little time."
Holt looked at the sky through the branches, "The weather is good, let's start getting ready."
If the demon spirit is covered by dark clouds and the moon is covered, its abilities will be greatly enhanced.
Arwen stood up and shook off the dust on his right hand.
Take out the oilcloth from your belt bag, open the oil bottle, pour the transparent viscous liquid on the oilcloth, and then wipe it on every place on the silver sword body.
Holt is doing the same thing.
The silver sword cross guard is engraved with magic charms, and the entire sword body is covered with magic runes. As the oil cloth is wiped, a dark red luster flashes.
Arwen glanced out of the corner of his eye, and even without [Blade Perception], he could tell that this silver sword was anything but ordinary.
Kneel down and meditate.
At night.
"Susususu..."
A small and rapid sound suddenly sounded. An ordinary person might mistake it for the sound of the wind blowing through the bushes.
The wolf head badge affixed to his chest began to riot.
Arwen opened his eyes, gray-yellow vertical pupils flashed.
[Meditation Afterglow] trigger.
Put one hand on the ground and stand up quickly.
Holt pinched Quen Sign with his left hand, and an earthy yellow shield covered their bodies.
Arwen skillfully took out the potions from his pocket and drank them. They were [Cat] and [Tawny Owl] potions.
After moving his wrist slightly, the light blue Quen Sign came out.
Holt looked at this surging shield and felt surprised.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Arwen's young face. At his age, it was extremely rare for him to have such accomplishments in Quen Sign.
Holt, under the cover of the former, also drank the magic potion and his Adam's apple rolled.
"Something's wrong," Arwen looked around. Under his enhanced vision, several groups of crimson shadows slowly approached, "It's not a demon spirit."
Holt exhaled turbid air, black blood vessels bulged on his face, and he clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands.
"Well, it's coming."
Under the gloomy woods, yellow-green smoke gradually poured out.
A wild wolf-like creature stepped out of it. There was no hair on its body, and its dark gray skin was like tight leather, showing off its explosive muscle lines.
A pair of dead beast eyes, dull and lifeless.
It lowered its head to reveal its sharp fangs, and squeezed out a shriveled roar from its throat. The saliva dripped to the ground, making a hissing sound on the muddy ground, corroding a small hole.
There was a pungent smell of sulfur in the air.
"Hound of the Wild Hunt is a monster born out of resentment. Be careful with their teeth. If you are bitten, your flesh and blood will soon be eroded and rotten."
Holt leaned behind him, and the voice came quickly.
"Roar!"
A Hound of the Wild Hunt rushed out of the smoke first and rushed towards the position of Arwen.
It opened its big mouth, saliva splashed onto the Quen shield, making a hissing sound and emitting white smoke.
Arwen stepped forward, turned sideways, raised his arms high, and struck down the silver sword violently, the air exploded, and a bright silver moon was drawn.
"Hum!"
The silver sword cut through Hound of the Wild Hunt's tight animal hide, split the muscles, and severed it in half.
Two sections of his body fell to the ground, and his four hooves kept flapping.
No blood flowed from the wound, but green flames ignited.
Without giving Arwen any chance to breathe, three Hound of the Wild Hunt rushed out from different angles.
[Whirling Blade], three sword lights were swung out quickly.
There was also a rapid buzzing behind him.
Holt's swordsmanship is very fast and extremely sharp.
Even with limited legs and feet, he can deal with these wild wolf-like creatures with ease.
If the Quen shield is corroded and broken by Hound of the Wild Hunt's saliva, there will be a layer of shield inside for defense.
Correspondingly, the person whose shield is broken will cast Quen Sign again.
This kind of coordination is what every School of the Wolf demon hunter must practice after learning Quen Sign.
"Ouch..."
Within a moment, the ground was covered with the corpses of Hound of the Wild Hunt, and green flames were engulfing their bodies.
The yellow-green poison that surrounded the two people dispersed for several meters.
Holt spit on the ground.
"Don't be careless, these damn hairless wild dogs are just an appetizer."
Arwen glanced at the panel.
Indeed, since the first one, he has not received any system message about killing Hound of the Wild Hunt.
This also proves in disguise that these Hound of the Wild Hunt are summoned objects.
Suddenly, an extremely hot breath approached quickly.
Arwen captured this moment, and Holt also made the same reaction and rolled away to the left.
A ball of green fire suddenly appeared where the two were, instantly melting the Quen shields on both sides.
Then it looked like a green meteor, hitting an alder tree directly.
The fireball exploded and emitted a brilliant luster.
A raging fire broke out from the tree trunk, and green sparks were scattered around, even on the dirt ground, they were still burning.
The scorching heat distorted the air.
Arwen The tip of the eyebrow is slightly raised.
What a terrible temperature.
Gaze towards the location of the fireball.
A monster several times larger than Hound of the Wild Hunt walked out of the yellow-green smoke, with bulging shoulder muscles, four and a half feet tall, and as strong as a calf.
The front paws stepped out, and green flames danced between the toes.
A fierce murderous intent surged out of the crimson beast's pupils.
"It is indeed it," Holt looked gloomy, "Hellhound."