The demon hunter closed his fists, the silver chain tied to his hands fell to the ground, and his gray-white hair swayed gently in the cold wind.
He was over two meters tall, and under the leather armor inlaid with silver nails, there were bulging muscles like rocks.
The silver wolf head badge reflects the arc light.
The strange thing is that his chest did not rise and fall, and his whole body was like a dead corpse.
Under the leather armor that was scratched by the giant sword, steel-colored skin was exposed. Not even a demon hunter would have such a complexion.
That can only mean that his entire body has been transformed by magic.
The purple-robed wizard slowly walked out from behind the gray-haired demon hunter.
He first looked at the latter with admiration in his eyes, then turned to look at Arwen, his tone full of sarcasm.
"Does it look familiar? Demon hunter? This one is also from your School of the Wolf. I refined the golem."
"What's his name? Bourne... forget it, there's no need to remember it."
"Anyway, the giant sword in your hand was in his hand back then."
"It's just that under the pressure of that ignorant King Io, I have to return it to you."
"Fortunately, now it has to be returned to its original owner."
"And you..."
Before Atamont finished speaking, Arwen's body had already rushed out.
The giant sword swept across.
Bernjof Golem punched out, and the silver chain was pulled straight.
"Dang!"
Sparks flew everywhere.
Atamont narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Ignorant guy, the thing I hate the most is when someone interrupts me."
He took a few steps back and straightened his messed up clothes.
"Get him, I will make him into my next collection."
Bernjof let out an inhuman growl.
Fierce punches followed one after another.
Arwen leaned forward with his right foot and slashed Bernjof's right arm diagonally to the left.
A huge left fist came towards me.
Holt's swordsmanship comes to mind.
He made a small spin on his left heel to avoid this terrifying fist wind.
He leaned down, turned his wrist, and the tip of the giant sword flashed with cold light and went straight towards Bernjof's neck.
"Stuck!"
A yellow shield suddenly appeared, canceling out most of the sword's power.
Quen Sign.
But even with the shield, the sword edge still broke half of his neck, and turbid blood splashed out.
Accurate.
But Bernjof acted like a normal person, hanging his head, seizing this opportunity, turning quickly sideways, raising his hands high, and the silver chain whirred.
The bulging muscles are like mountains, majestic.
The amber cat eyes looked down at Arwen, their eyes as cold as if they were looking at a corpse.
Even though it didn't fall, the momentum it built up was already so overwhelming that it was hard to breathe, like a mountain falling.
Absolute control of strength and one's own momentum is also a kind of elegance.
Arwen's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and his body [Giant Bloodline] began to boil.
He is also a pursuer of power, so why should he avoid his edge?
He bent his legs slightly, took a sip of turbid air, then lifted up from the ground, and swept out the giant sword.
With the increase of [Whirling Blade], this sword mountain roared into a tsunami and exploded the air.
"Boom!"
Under the confrontation of extreme forces, the ground was thundered, violent winds exploded, scorched lawns appeared, and the ground began to crack.
The dark crescent sword light flashed across.
"Roar!"
Bernjof roared, his huge body fell to his knees, and his whole head completely fell to the ground.
The flesh and blood of his hands were eroded, revealing white and silver bones, which were covered with cracks.
Arwen's hands were trembling slightly, and his mouth had begun to bleed.
Bernjof itself is School of the Wolf's rare powerful demon hunter. Coupled with Atamont's transformation into a demon, his power is comparable to that of a dragon.
But Arwen's body has also been transformed by the system mutants, and coupled with the plaster refined by Royal Wyvern, its physical strength has reached an extremely terrifying level.
"Pap-pap-pap!"
Atamont clapped his hands.
"It's wonderful, it's really wonderful, it's unimaginable that you, a demon hunter, can actually defeat my carefully refined golem."
"I am very curious about you now, Witcher, what is your name?"
Arwen raised the sword and stepped forward, but Atamont was still able to do it with ease.
"Young children, don't be impulsive. You don't think I'm just a demon, do you?"
Arwen frowned and paused.
Kyle The names of eight demon hunters are engraved on the wall of Mohan City.
However, their bodies were not found in the end.
Now that Bernjof has fallen into the hands of Atamont, the other seven will inevitably be turned into golems by the other party.
If this is really the case, his situation will be very dangerous.
Arwen raised the giant sword and said calmly, "You can give it a try."
Atamont sneered, "I admire your courage, but please stop saying such big words."
"Your strength has been recognized by me. We don't need to continue to conflict. We can cooperate. Do you understand the word cooperation?"
Speaking of this, his eyes suddenly became sharp.
"If I perceive it well, your mental power is different from ordinary people, and you can block the mental imprint I left in the magic crystal, which is enough to prove that you are a wizard."
"I see you are young and have a bright future. Why do you need to be a demon hunter again?"
"Come on, put down your sword and let's have a good talk. As long as you agree to my conditions, I can definitely introduce you to Ban Ade Magic Academy and become a wizard."
"With my strength, I can reverse your mutated body, return your skin to normal, and return to a normal life."
"In the future, you will go to royal courts and noble banquets, and no one will dare to call you Monstrum. Isn't this good?"
Atamont opened his arms and spoke in a high-pitched tone, full of deception.
Admittedly, what the other party said was indeed attractive.
Why be a witcher wallowing in the mud when you can be a wizard?
Arwen inserted the giant sword into the ground, "Sir, instead of using the golem, have you started negotiating terms?"
Atamont saw that Arwen seemed to be shaken and narrowed his eyes.
"No, let me stress it again, it is cooperation and partnership."
"As long as you hand over the stone ring, it will be the key to unlocking the legacy of Alzur. As a demon hunter, you must know the specific location of Morgraig."
"We will share the knowledge of Alzur."
"Think about it, what will we get after we get it?"
"Wealth? Fame? It's all within your reach!"
"Even if you still want to be a demon hunter, aren't you curious about the legendary experience of your ancestor?"
Arwen was startled for a moment, with hesitation in his eyes.
After hesitating for a while, his left hand reached into the lining of the leather armor.
Atamont had a greedy smile on his face.
"Yes, that's it. Young wizard, I will promise you everything I just said."
Suddenly, his face suddenly froze.
For no other reason, what Arwen took out was not a stone ring, but a silver dagger.
And those yellow cat eyes were looking at him teasingly.
"I admit, what you said is very tempting. After saying so much, why don't I also ask you a question?"
"As long as you answer my question, I will tell you the location of the stone ring and Morgraig."
"This silver sword is stained with the blood of Young Earl Grafiakan, but why is it engraved with the mark of a footless bird?"
Atamont looked horribly sinister and growled in a low voice.
"Where did you get this dagger?"
Arwen took back the dagger and replied, "Do you think I will tell you?"
Atamont took a breath, and his expression returned to the original coldness.
"You are such an inhuman race. I don't know how you found this dagger, and I don't want to know. It's just destroying it again."
The gemstone ring on his right index finger shone brightly.
Seven bodies suddenly appeared, each with a wolf head badge on their chest.
Atamont's eyes are as sharp as knives.
"Witcher, prepare to go to hell."
Arwen grasped the hilt of the sword tightly, the cold wind blew through his black hair, held the sword across his chest, and said in a deep voice, "I said, I have plenty of ways."
At the same time, in the forest not far away, seven pairs of cat eyes of different colors suddenly opened, like bloodthirsty wolves, staring at the aloof purple-robed wizard.