Violent sword repair teaches you to be a human being

Chapter 60 The Fallen Demon Hunter Heroine ([-])

It's just that all the blood races in the vicinity have escaped just now, and all the residents in the city seem to have been slaughtered. Where should I go to inquire about the blood race now?
Everyone walked along this street, trying to find any traces of living people.

It's just that there is really no one to be found on the street, only the cold wind howling through the empty city.They kept walking and walking, turning several intersections, only to see an empty street.

Before he knew it, he came to a dilapidated building.The building was almost completely in ruins, and it looked out of place with the surrounding scene.

The sharp-eyed demon hunter first saw a half of the familiar sign protruding from a corner of the ruins.

Pointing at the sign, he said in surprise, "This is the Demon Hunter Association?"

How did Oro's Witcher Guild become like this?Where have all the witchers gone?

Everyone looked at the shattered defenses of the association, and realized that it was impossible to find a demon hunter here: after all, the base camp had already been taken away by the opposite side!
"Didn't we come to support Oro's Demon Hunter Association? Now that the Demon Hunter Association has been dismantled, who should we go to?"

"Oh." The team leader sighed and said, "Let's look for it first."

The crowd went around the whole city in a big circle, and in the end, they really found a survivor.

The survivor had just crawled out of the sewer, and was surrounded by demon hunters as soon as he got to the ground.

He raised his blade vigilantly, and said coldly, "What do you want to do?"

"Hi, little brother." Someone called him friendly: "Are there any other survivors in this city besides you?"

The survivor glanced at him coldly: "I don't know."

After all, having just experienced such a horrible disaster, it is understandable for the other party to be more vigilant.

The demon hunter didn't care either. He scratched his head and asked, "Then do you know any higher blood races around here?"

The face of the survivor became even more stinky, and he snorted coldly: "Thank God if the blood race doesn't come to me, can I still inquire about the blood race?"

Makes sense.

The demon hunter shut his mouth, thought for a while and asked, "Do you know where all the demon hunters who are still alive in the city have gone?"

The man's gaze wandered around them all, and he said with a vigilant expression, "Why are you looking for a demon hunter?"

"We are here to help." The team leader explained, "The president of Oro's Demon Hunters Association sent a letter asking us for help, but when we arrived here, the Demon Hunters Association seemed to have been turned into ruins..."

The face of the survivor finally calmed down, and he asked the last question: "How do you prove your identity?"

This is easier to handle.

The team leader motioned for everyone to take out their demon hunter badges and showed them to the survivor. He also took out his silver dagger from the scabbard and touched it lightly with his hands to show that he was not a vampire in disguise.

The survivor was silent for a while, and said to the crowd, "I am a witcher from Oro."

Everyone's eyes widened in surprise.

This is really nowhere to go after breaking through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!
He took out his witcher badge from his pocket and showed it to everyone.

The faint exorcism glow on the badge proves that he is a true witcher.

"It's really a demon hunter," the leader excitedly shook his hand, "Great, can you tell us what happened here?"

"I don't know too well."

The demon hunter seemed to be puzzled by what happened to Oro, but he still explained it to everyone based on his own memory:
"About half a month ago, a lot of vampires suddenly appeared near Oro. They attacked humans everywhere, and they acted crazily, because there were too many of them. We really couldn't resist. The residents in the city were about to die out. People are not much better, I don't know how many demon hunters are still alive. Not long ago, even the Demon Hunter Association was dismantled by the blood clan..."

The aggressive behavior of the blood race is really weird.

The team leader also thought of this possibility, and he asked, "So, do you know any high blood races around here?"

In all likelihood, this matter was manipulated by the high blood race behind the scenes!

Even if it wasn't, killing a high-level vampire would be equivalent to killing all vampires from his line down.What a relief this would be for the Oro region!
The survivor obviously knew this way too. He nodded and said, "I do know that there is a high-ranking vampire nearby. It's just on the outskirts of Oro City, and our president has been squatting there recently."

"Great, let's go over and help." The team leader looked at the hesitant expression on the face of the surviving demon hunter, and discussed, "If you don't want to go, why don't you draw a map for us?"

"No." The witcher looked back at the sewer he had just climbed out of, shook his head at them, and said, "I'll take you there."

The team leader also glanced in that direction, thoughtfully didn't say anything, just nodded with a smile.

"Let's go!"

Everyone followed the demon hunter and left the city in a mighty way.

After walking along the path outside the city for a while, when he came to a forest, the demon hunter made a silent gesture to everyone, and said in a low voice: "The opposite of this forest is the territory of that high blood race. The president will Inside, let's be careful not to expose the location and alarm the blood race."

Everyone nodded to signal his reassurance.

He led the crowd into the woods, shuttled left and right in the forest, and the people behind them looked at the almost repeated scenery around them, and suddenly thought that they had been circling. Dense vines on it.

A hole the size of a person is actually exposed behind the vines, and a glimmer of light is faintly revealed from it.

The demon hunter took the lead in getting in through the hole, and beckoned to everyone: "Come in quickly, don't be discovered by the blood race."

After everyone had passed, he carefully laid out the vines at the entrance of the cave, covering the entrance of the cave tightly, and then went in with confidence.

Everyone has already seen the appearance of a unique cave here: on the top is a narrow and long mountain crack, from which a ray of sunlight slantly shoots down, illuminating a faint halo in the cave, and on one side of the cave there is a The small hole the size of a fist allows you to see the surrounding movement very well from a distance.

With the wisps of light, everyone saw clearly the figure sitting in the cave: an old man with gray hair and wrinkled face.

The team leader seemed to recognize who this person was. He knelt down and called softly, "President Argus?"

(End of this chapter)