After the wolves were dealt with, the two continued to move forward.

Along the way, Kelvin didn't say anything like a frightened quail, until he was about to arrive at his destination, and finally couldn't help asking,

"Master Resso, the witch hunter is so powerful?"

The big man did not say anything, but the dwarf became more and more awe.

The two climbed another hillside and came to the Adriatic death point, but they were almost exactly the same as the site found at the foot of Mahakan.

The same spire-shaped branches are buried in the ground with snow, and you can smell the extremely faint smell of wild beasts and birds.

Resor's eyes narrowed into a slit.

Kelvin explained, "There are eight dead people who are cruelly pushed into the air by the branches and are broken."

"I don't understand the purpose of the murderer doing this, and what does the unique way of death mean?"

The dwarf asked in confusion.

Resor asked ill, "According to your opinion, in the past three months of the incident, four dead in Sbonsol, plus four dead in Carbon Mountain, a total of eight dead..."

"No, it's actually more than four months since the incident happened, and the first deceased was a dwarf of Mahakan."

"So that means one person dies every half month?"

The dwarf stroked his beard and said, "To count, the frequency of death is about half a month."

Resor breathed, "I guess in the past four months, every full moon night, a fresh body will appear?"

"You said this, it seems to be true!"

The dwarf was also startled and suspicious.

Resso's tone became heavy, "Then I can almost confirm my previous thoughts. This is an ancient ritual, a sacrifice from a foreign land, where the murderer uses flesh and blood as a guide to stimulate the source power that is nurtured in the mountains and forests. Among the eight dead, the dead on the full moon night forms a magic cycle with the flesh and blood of another dead person, and the murderer will use this cycle to build a long-lasting totem and enhance his own strength."

"What do you mean?"

"There should be four sets of totems now."

The dwarf's eyes flashed with surprise when he heard this.

"As a result, the murderer's power has been strengthened four times? Wouldn't that be very tricky?"

The witch hunter's eyes sank, "So we have to destroy his totem one by one and remove its 'limbs'! See how long this guy can endure it."

The dwarf said distressedly, "The forest near Carbon Mountain stretches for hundreds of miles. Finding four totems is like finding a needle in a haystack."

"No... Didn't I just mention the cycle? The totem set by the murderer must be between the two corpses. So you need to take me to another, the closest point of death."

The dwarf nodded, a hint of awe appeared on his face, "I am worthy of being a master. With such a short period of investigation, I found information that Carbon Mountain had not discovered for four months."

The two quickly left the place and moved towards another location.

On the way, Kelvin asked curiously, "There are many species in the Mahakan forests, and there are all kinds of wild animals and birds everywhere. The murderer has many choices to sacrifice flesh and blood. Why do he kill humans and ancient races?"

The demon hunter is not impatient with the knowledge related to monsters. "Although humans often cause internal strife, kill each other, and have many despicable qualities, we have to admit that humans are indeed much more advanced than those ignorant beasts in the mountains and forests that have not yet been civilized."

"Of course it's compared to ordinary beasts."

"In other words, the content of source power in human flesh and blood is higher than that in ordinary wild animals, and is naturally more favored by all kinds of evil spirits, demons, and demons."

The dwarf couldn't help asking again, "Now that guy has four totems, and he is in the strongest state. We just go to the totem like this, undoubtedly a slap in the face. If 'it' appears, wouldn't it be very dangerous?"

"Or...I'll go back and bring a group of Carbon Mountain warriors here first?"

He seemed to feel that he was a little too cowardly and could not hold his face. He explained, "It is safer to have more people. Since there are clues, there is no need to rush to take greater risks at that time."

"Don't worry..." The witch hunter stopped and comforted him, "If the murderer appears and I am defeated, there will always be no problem in escaping."

"If it dares to expose its body in front of me, no matter how big the forest in Mahakan is, it will no longer have its hiding place. I forgot to tell you that this is an experienced, cunning and experienced guy, and it is unlikely that it will appear so easily."

"Then... well... if you have any unexpected situation, please notify me in advance, I'll be mentally prepared."

...

The two left for nearly an hour, and the afternoon entered.

Two rows of footprints of varying depths on the snow grow snakes.

A biting cold wind whistled by in the vast mountains and forests, making people tremble.

“Buzz…buzz…buzz…buzz…buzz…”

A slight sound of a hummingbird shaking its wings came from its chest, and the witch hunter pressed the pendant to stop the vibration.

The dwarf lifted the warhammer in shock, bowed slightly, and observed left and right with vigilance for a long time without finding anything, "Where is it? Where is the totem?"

There was still an ordinary forest in front of me, and there was no strange thing similar to totem in my field of vision.

Resor came to a huge cedar plant next to him and found a special symbol on the main trunk that they were embracing.

"Antlers, spider webs? What does this mean?" The dwarf came over and muttered, but saw the witch hunter quickly went to the other end and patted a pine tree.

Next is the third plant and the fourth plant.

On the four pine trees, the dwarves found four marks, distributed in front, back, left and right, faintly forming a square area with a range of twenty-degree.

The dwarf felt creepy and shrank his shoulders, "What strange magic circle are we in?"

“Finally found.”

Resso raised his head to the dwarf, and pointed his muscular arms into the sky. The dwarf looked along his gaze and couldn't help but grow his mouth.

"Mahakan is on top, what the hell is this?"

Just above the two people, fifty-years later, the huge fan-shaped branches and leaves of four pine trees were tightly squeezed together, and clusters of needles filled with snow, covering the sunlight.

However, in the middle of the crossing branches of four pine trees, a spindle-shaped yellow-brown wooden stake was hanging in the middle of the branches, which looked like a huge honeycomb from a distance, but it was even older and decayed.

The surface of the wooden stake is covered with dense holes, like an ant hole that is full of holes. It will crack and weather with a slight touch.

And right in the top row of holes, a twisted and hovering antler extends outward.

The antlers hold pockets of biological bones and connect them into strings of ancient accessories.

"This is……"

"totem……"

While the dwarf was in a daze, the witch hunter quickly came to the bottom of the totem and reached out to measure the distance.

Then he sighed at his palm, held the steel sword in his hands and dug the ground piled with thick snow.

The sword is flying.

Snow and soil splashed everywhere. Soon, a huge antler symbol appeared on the bare ground. It was like a scar growing on the body, showing an evil scarlet red all over the body, and it was still emitting a faint heat.

The witch hunter's palm flew past the surface of the symbol and said lightly,

"The runes are the core of the totem."

Then he skillfully drew the Ignifa seal in mid-air with his right hand, and a conical radial flame belt sprayed out of the palm of his palm, continuously burning the mysterious mark.

The dwarf on the other side stuttered and stopped talking, holding the warhammer and looking around at a loss.

He was surprised to find that as the burn continued, four translucent tentacles were strangely extended toward the ground symbol where the witch hunter was located. They looked like living creatures with life, twisting and twisting, slowly connecting to the trunks of the four marked pine trees.

The pine trees seep out black and red liquid beads, and the liquid beads accumulate more and more, condensing into large and large streams of scammering blood.

The baking took about thirty seconds, and when the witch hunter looked tired, he dissipated the magic seal.

There was only a loud "puff" sound, and the huge totem hanging in the air fell to the ground all of a sudden.

The dwarf leaned over and looked carefully, but saw that the originally brown totem became like dried charcoal, black and appeared to have a clean powder.

“Problem solving.”

At this time, the demon hunter let out a long breath and slashed the totem with a sudden sword. In an instant, a large stream of powder and smoke rose up. In just a few seconds, the totem completely turned into smoke and dust and disappeared into the air.
Chapter completed!