Chapter 233

The catapult's eyes widened, and he could feel the pain from his neck.

There seemed to be something sharp on the soft, greasy tentacles that cut most of his neck open.

No! No! I don't want to die!

He exclaimed in his heart, but he could not perform any movement. His hands, feet, mouth, and no part of his body except his eyes had a strong desire to act.

Fear, more and more intense, but he has no ability to resist.

The ticking sound, as well as the silence, made him feel closer and closer to death, fear and despair at the same time, the body is becoming weaker and more tired.

At the next moment, a pair of empty eyes with no eyes, only eyes, emerged from behind him.

Hesitating gaze.

But unlike previous images with only eyes, what emerged was a huge, bird like head.

The twisted and mysterious strange patterns have the strange characteristics of phantom creatures.

This is the head of the wandering beast.

After the head of the wandering beast appeared, the soul of the crossbow man had a strong sense of tremor. Its outline was similar to the invisible force of the beak. It gently bit down the spiritual bridge connecting soul and body.

He is not a caster, and he has no spiritual supernatural ability. The extremely fragile spiritual bridge is directly cut off by a sharp weapon at the moment when the upper and lower beaks are closed.

In an instant, the eyes of the crossbow lost their luster.

But the bird's head of the wandering beast did not disappear. The empty eyes looked at the broken spiritual bridge, and the head looked forward.

A dark blue, fuzzy figure was pulled out of the body of the crossbow man.

An umbilical cord like, broken ribbon, is constantly shaking, and a part of the dark blue soul, at the speed visible to the naked eye, is constantly graying out.

With a shining shadow in his eyes, the crow opened his beak and spat out a round gray bead.

In the round bead, dozens of transparent, full of resentment spirit body constantly beat the inner wall of the bead, but they could not get rid of it at all.

The gray beads rolled all the way to the body and lit up.

The beak was loosened, and the soul of the crossbow man fell from the mouth of the wandering head and was sucked in by the gray beads.

Then the head of hesitation quickly faded and disappeared in the air.

After the soul is completely sucked in by the beads, the shadow crow swallows the beads into their belly and disappears into the shadow.

The silent tree house, restored to its original state, those false illusions, also disappeared completely.

The body of the crossbow man is leaning against the small window of the tree house, and his eyelids are naturally closed, as if he were sleeping quietly.

It's just that he won't wake up any more.

...

the light from the corner of his eye glanced at the tree house. Yat continued to follow York and looked around with a "shocked" face. It seemed that it was the first time to see this kind of excavated snow path.

And York did not know that at this time, he had lost an accomplice. In his right hand, in the "dead corner" of Yat's line of sight, he gestured to his friends.

Art pretended to be invisible and continued to play with him.

"Angus, I'm going to tell the others to prepare the materials. You go to have a rest first."

York laughed and spoke to art.

Then he yelled into the room:

"Uncle truno, uncle truno! I've brought the guests here! "

He purposely accentuated the word "guest".

“……” Art just looked at him and yelled.

"Ah, truno is the oldest hunter in our Hunter village. If there is a guest, we will let him take care of him first."

York slapped Angus on the shoulder with a smile, and continued to play the image of his bold man

"and uncle truno knows more. If you have any questions you want to ask, you can ask Uncle truno."

"No matter where there are the most demons nearby, or which road is easier to meet with other mercenaries, uncle truno knows very well..."

and the door of the hut was opened.

"York? Can't you be quiet? "

A wrinkled old man, who looked sixty or seventy years old, came out of the house discontentedly:

"what if there is another avalanche?"

"Snow, avalanche!" Art plays the role of a young man with no sense.

"Yes, that's right, boy. Shut your mouth, too. The snow here is too thick. It's hard for the wall to block it. Don't yell."

The old man took a look at York's hidden gesture and put his eyes on art. A little pity flashed in his eyes. The next moment, the pity turned into indifference."I don't need any effort, but I have so much wealth. Why don't I have it? Why do my wife and children need to fight demons for life and be killed while hunting them, but you can be so comfortable? "

Thinking of this, the old man's face is just:

"come in quickly. Although the village is well disguised, it can't be too noisy. Some demons have appeared in the forest recently. Don't lead them all. It's too cold to deal with them."

With that, the old man turned and walked into the room.

Looking at the old man's action, York's eyes flashed a little doubt. He always felt that uncle truno was a little strange today.

But forget it, hurry to call other people here, be safe, kill this boy as soon as possible, and look for another prey when the snow is over.

With this in mind, York pushed tyatt's shoulder:

"Angus, you go with uncle truno first, and I'll call the other hunters."

He pointed to the back of the hunter's hut. Not far away, there were several other huts, which were the huts of other "hunters".

"Hunter?" Yes, I'm a hunter, too.

"OK ~"

Yat smiles in his heart, with no doubt simplicity on his face, and waves his hand with the other party, indicating that he knows.

The irony in York's eyes became more and more intense with Yat's performance. After that, he tightened his fur clothes and brushed his palms on the hunting knife which had smeared many people's necks.

Then, he left at art's side and walked down the open snow path to the other cabins

and with a sneer in his heart, the night phantom did the same thing, tightening his gray white robe made of shadow.

More than a dozen dark shadows were thrown out by the shaking of the hem of the robe. The shadow crows followed York in the shadow of the edge of the snow and dived into the other hunter's cabins.

...

York did not panic, nor did he have any suspicious actions. Since he became a robber with other hunters, he has intercepted more than 100 passers-by, without any psychological burden.

After the first time uncle truno encouraged him to kill a merchant's son, the hunters, who had been dissatisfied with life, had already tasted the sweetness.

They didn't want to live the life of hunting demons and collecting materials.

As soon as he approached, the door opened before he could knock his head on the door, and several hunters came out of it.

The five hunters are all around 30 or 40 years old. Except for one middle position, all the other hunters are low-level. They all look ordinary. They have no features such as fleshy face, yellow face, hungry thin face, treacherous and atrophic face. The most special one is that they look short.

He grinned and glanced at York with a brilliant smile:

"have you found your prey again?"

"Yes, the son of a businessman is a bard. His strength has just reached the middle, but I have tried it out. I don't have much experience in fighting. I'm a bit defensive. I'm very young. I don't have much experience."

York laughed and said:

"after a few words, he took me as a friend."

"Well done! York

The short man laughs, then shows some pity expression:

"it's a pity that there are no women."

"At this time, it's hard to find people, let alone women."

Said York with a smile, but looked at the short man's eyes with a trace of disdain.

At this time, another person beside him said:

"all five of us will go there, can we solve it?"

"Yes."

York nodded and glanced at him: "now he's in truno. There's poison in truno. That kid has no ability to resist. Even if he doesn't, he can't deal with our three middle and four low positions."

Although he is old, but the truno guy is also a middle strength, the rich combat experience can make up for his physical weakness.

The six people looked at each other and all showed a smile. However, the smile was ferocious, as if Angus was their prey without resistance.

But they did not find that in the shadow behind them, a pair of cold eyes were watching them:

as if they were watching a group of insects.

At this point, York said in a voice:

"I'll go to other people. I'm worried that the boy has some powerful magic props. These fat sheep will always carry something to protect their lives. I don't want to be killed."

"You are too timid."

The little man gave a bang, but he didn't raise any objection: "go and go, let's go there first."Then, under his leadership, four others bypassed him and headed for trouno's hunter's hut.

York looked at the backs of several people, especially the short man, with a gloomy face.

There is a festival between the two people, and the other party often finds fault with him. I really want to find a chance to kill this guy and that fat sheep together.

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