Woods night.

The dark shadows and flames danced in front of the bonfire, and two witch hunters were pacing around each other in the clearings of the forest, and the two pairs of wild beasts' strange vertical pupils gathered to a point.

Like a beast peeking at each other's flesh and blood.

Seret suddenly jumped and charged forward, the broken leaves under his feet were shaken up, and the poisonous steel sword slashed the air from top to bottom, making a harsh hissing sound, slashing at the ghost in front of him.

However, a lighter, narrower, thin steel sword passed by a little from the sword ridge, bringing out a row of dazzling sparks, appropriately removing the power of the poisonous steel sword.

Flius dragged the sword with his left toe as the center of gravity, turned his body clockwise, avoiding the remnant force of the steel sword. At the same time, beside Seret, the ghost stabbed a sword at his waist and eyes.

Seret jumped backwards, and the Cat Sect Witchhunter followed like a maggot with his tarsia, and the tip of the sword always locked in the vital points of his body.

Seret simply stood still and danced the poisonous snake steel sword so that it was airtight, forming a sword curtain in front of him, covering the flying ghost shadow.

A crisp "bang, bang, bang" sound erupted over the woods.

Flius was covered with a layer of mist, and his movements were as fast as a phantom. In an instant, two people seemed to be rushing into the sword curtain from different directions.

It is like the waves hitting the embankment in the sea, one wave after another, endless.

Each sword was blocked by Threitge, and Frius dodged back, making room to avoid his thunder counterattack, while flexibly turning his body, turning the direction, and attacking his back and forth.

The sparks of the collision of sword blades illuminate the dark night in the forest.

The Cat-Stage Witch Hunter's sword technique is extremely concise and never uses fancy moves. Every sword is fast, accurate, ruthless, and a critical blow.

This is the assassination sword wrapped in the shadows.

The snake witch hunter unknowingly felt cold sweat on his forehead. He could only defend tenaciously with his superior strength, occasionally seizing the gap to counterattack.

Unfortunately, Seret was slippery like a loach, and he could only rush into the air when he counterattacked.

The battle became fierce for a while.

The two of them had a long stalemate.

After a long period of attack, Flius lost his patience. At one moment, he jumped back, held the steel sword in both hands and raised it to the top of his head, and then turned around and turned around.

This sword brought the inertia and full strength of the body, and the force was heavy and the opponent was forced to retreat step by step.

Flius pulled the spiral sword dance, never stopping, the blade was rotating, the wrist was rotating, and the body was rotating, causing the airflow to vibrate at a high speed, rolling up a burst of broken leaves.

His footsteps moved as before, transformed into a sword blade storm. He could sweep at least five or six swords at every moment. The sharp sword light emerged from the tip of the sword for more than a while, covering his whole body and his opponent.

Seret couldn't dodge, and a strand of his hair was cut off by Jianfeng. After barely resisting for two seconds, he rolled on the ground and left the battle circle.

"Enough, Cat Eagle, stop!" Seret made a Quinn Seal, and his body was filled with yellow light.

Flius's blade swirled and drew a resting sign five late from him.

Flius took a deep breath and slowly put his sword in the sheath. The sword dance in just a few seconds consumed more physical strength than the previous series of movements, and he was already sweating profusely.

"I lost." Seret said that in terms of swordsmanship, he was completely suppressed, but he was not discouraged, if the seal and other means were added...

The three snake witch hunters next to him were amazed. Threat is currently the third member of the snake witch sword technique. No one expected that a cat witch hunter who suddenly appeared suppressed him and forced him to use the magic seal.

This situation is quite rare.

But the Snake Sect was not disappointed. The swordsmanship was not a battle between life and death. The real battle changed rapidly, and the outcome was still unknown.

"You are not bad, Seret." Flius praised, "Among the people I have come into contact with, your swordsmanship is in the top ten... If the competition continues, my physical strength may not last long."

"Don't be humble, you won this competition. But I still have a question. What is the origin of the sword technique you used in the end?" Seret took a sip of wine to calm down his slightly depressed mood.

"The Secret Sword of the Cats." Flius said simply and kept silent, and the witch hunter stopped asking.

Each school has its own secret skills. The snake school is poison, the cat school is swordsmanship, and the griffin is the seal... There is a default rule in the witch hunting school. These secret skills can only be circulated among the members of the school. Those who actively leak it will be treated as betrayal of the school, and the consequences are worse than the betrayal of Berenkare.

"Who is the family that ranks first in swordsmanship in your mouth?" Seret felt a little curious.

Frius sat back to the bonfire, sighing, "He is one of the leaders of the Cats, Treis." Obviously, there was a bit of an unforgettable past between them.

"I've said it and beat it. Why don't I keep listening to Roy's Green Grass Trial?"

...

The next morning, when dawn emerged from the east sky, the witch hunter came out of the tent.

There were still more than a dozen horses left by robbers in the woods walking. Unfortunately, in the wilderness, even if the witch hunter took these horses away, he could not find a place to deal with them, so he had to give up.

In addition, the group of robbers left a stolen money in the camp. The snake witch hunter did not touch the money and left it to Flius as spoils. After all, he could kill people.

They rode for a day and returned to the destroyed village the next morning.

"Little monkey, see who is back!" Flius came to the big banyan tree next to the village, greeted him, and a thin boy climbed down from the tree.

"How are you doing these two days? Are you afraid? Are you hungry?" Flius carried the little boy onto the horse and pinched his dirty face affectionately.

"I'm not afraid!" Carl glanced at the snake witch hunter led by Reso, and said gratefully, "Those uncles left me food and water, and I was very full. By the way, teacher, how are those bad guys?" His dark eyes looked at Flius without blinking, and he couldn't wait to ask.

"Look at what this is?" Flius handed a bloody package to the little boy in his arms.

Carl opened the bag and glanced at it. He was immediately frightened and his hands shook. The package fell directly to the ground, and a pile of bloody ears rolled out. Carl's teeth trembled, "Teacher Flius, who's this...this?"

"There are sixteen robbers in total and thirty-two ears, you can count them." Flius said seriously, "I promised that no one who harmed the village would let go. This is the evidence."

Roy couldn't help but sigh, how unreliable is Flius?

Two days ago, when the Lord Maojiu left the village to pursue the robber, he left a cowhide bag of drinking water for Little Carl.

But he didn't even leave a piece of jerky, and he didn't know what the structure of his brain was.

If the Snake Sect Witch Hunter hadn't been kind enough to leave some jerky meat, the boy would have been miserable.

Carl will definitely suffer a lot in the future if he has such a simple, straightforward and rough teacher.

Roy couldn't help but watch him silent for three minutes.

...

Carl plucked up the courage to count his ears, and threw the package into the fire in front of the witch hunter.

In the blazing flames, all sins deteriorate to ashes.

Including this unrecognizable village.

The climate began to heat up. In order to prevent the dilapidated village from breeding diseases and attracting ghouls, the witch hunter ignited it with a fire, while Carl kowtowed a few times to the fresh graves behind the raging fire, and followed the witch hunter onto the horse with tears in his eyes.

Where is the next stop?

Flius and Roy are the same as those in the city of freedom, Novigre, who has been thought about it and temporarily joined the Snake Sect's Demon Hunter team and exchanged experiences by the way.

Although this guy likes to wear sunglasses to act cool, he is actually quite generous in character and acts based on preferences and intuition. It is easy to talk to people he likes.

And he admitted Serrit's swordsmanship...

In addition, he knew in his heart that if the four snake witch hunters really had any evil thoughts on him, four to one would have no room for resistance.

Just be more open-minded.

The Snake Sect Witch Hunter did not hurriedly teach him the concept of the Witch Hunter Alliance.

There are more opportunities in the future.

...

"Hey, little devil!" Oaks finally pressed the title on the head of someone other than Roy. His target, the little boy Carl, had his dirty face washed, and his facial features looked unexpectedly pretty. With his thin figure and crisp voice, he looked like a little girl. "You shouldn't be a woman dressed as a man, right?"

Carl shrank timidly in Flius' arms under Oaks' strange gaze.

Surrounded by so many witch hunters with beastly pupils, he finally began to feel uncomfortable.

"Shut up, idiot!" Seret rode to Oaks and gave the boy a comforting look. The boy was even more scared, "Do you think of Lord Cat Eagle as a blind man? If Carl is a girl, how can he be an apprentice of the witch hunter?"

According to common sense, girls cannot become witch hunters.

"It doesn't matter if Carl is a girl..." Frius rubbed the boy's hair in his arms and said something that subverted the common sense of the witch hunter. "The grass reagent of the cat pie also works for women. The cat pie school is also willing to accept female apprentices."

Four snake witch hunters were shocked when they heard this.

"I have lived for decades, and I have never seen a female witch hunter..." Oaks murmured to himself, and Seret and Resor also felt the same.

Female witch hunters are definitely protected animals that cherish the animals.

They suddenly envied the Cat School, why did the Snake School have no female apprentices to balance the Snake School?

Roy's eyes shone, and countless strange thoughts came out of his mind for no reason, as well as Cili's fat baby face.

"Loli grew up in the witch hunter school and was trained to become a female witch hunter. The female witch hunter then recruits Loli apprentices. What's this called?"

A strange concept came to my mind, "Li Gouli?"

Squeezing these strange thoughts, Roy rode the brown horse Wilt to the Flius horse and handed him a bottle of white cream.

"What's the matter?"

"My Excellency Maojiu, believe me, at most your apprentice will use it tonight." Roy smiled meaningfully.

...

Not all apprentices have the vitality as vigorous as Roy.

As expected, at night, the boy's screams rang out in the camp that the witch hunter had just set up.

After riding a horse for a day, it was a harsh torture for the boy who had never been in contact with a horse. His hips were directly rubbed off a layer of skin, which looked really cunning.

This reminds Roy of the same tragic experience when he first embarked on the road with Resor.

Fortunately, the cooling cream relieved his injury in time.

...

But the next morning, something worse happened. Perhaps it was the recent series of painful experiences that made Carl exhausted. After seeing the witch hunter, his mind suddenly relaxed again. The disease invaded and the boy began to have a fever and had diarrhea.

This delayed the speed of the witch hunter.
Chapter completed!