Big Devil: Starting from refining flying zombies

Three months later, near a very quiet forest pool, a three-meter-tall stag squeezed through the bushes and walked out with a heavy breathing.

It stopped and listened for a moment by the water. After finding no danger, it lowered its head and prepared to drink water safely.

As a large beast in the forest, it has eaten many herbs containing extraordinary magic power.

The powerful horns of the stag can knock down an earth wall. Not many ferocious beasts and hunters dared to provoke it.

The result is that in this moment of relaxation, danger comes quietly.

Accompanied by the howling wind.

A polished black iron arrow with a blood groove accurately hit the stag's neck. The extraordinary magic power contained in the arrow penetrated a terrifyingly large hole there.

Bang! !

The stag whined miserably and fell heavily to the ground, splashing with dead branches and leaves. At the same time, a large amount of bubbles mixed with blood foam overflowed between its mouth and nose. It looked like it would not survive.

Upon seeing this, Thrall put down his bow and arrow and jumped down from the top of the hidden giant tree.

Even though he was still five or six feet above the ground, he landed lightly and silently, not even breaking the dry leaves on the ground.

"If I devour the essence of this large beast again, I can break through the tenth level of magic power and be officially promoted to an extraordinary hunter to hunt more powerful prey!"

"So what if I'm not qualified to participate in the wilderness trial? I won't need the blessing of the forest god at all in the future."

"The concept of the Holy Demon is greater than the blessing of any god. It swallows everything to strengthen itself and intercepts everything!"

"And as long as we wait until Ragnarok arrives in the prophecy, and when the Supreme Demon comes to the world, all the hypocritical gods will die. It won't mean anything at all!"

Thrall quickly came to the stag, looked at the beast on the verge of death, directly raised his hand and pressed it on its forehead, and activated the idea of ​​​​the Holy Demon Observation.

A creepy sucking sound suddenly sounded in the forest.

After a while, Sal retracted his palm, his face became a little distorted, and the ghost spirit of a stag appeared on him, constantly charging as if to break free.

"It's useless to struggle. Being swallowed by me is your final fate!"

Thrall roared, and all the spiritual power he unleashed was used to visualize the back of the Holy Demon in his mind.

The demonic shadow also gave him infinite power, crushing the stag's soul in a snap of his fingers.

boom!
The next moment, a huge amount of extraordinary magic power was drawn out of the forest, and turned into a magic storm that passed away in a flash, blowing down the surrounding giant trees, and all the beasts in the forest were fleeing upon hearing the wind.

After all the visions disappeared, Thrall walked out of the forest calmly. His eyes were filled with the sparks of magic that were gradually disappearing, and the aura around him had been turned upside down, and he was that of a transcendent.

"Well done, boy Sal, Jie Jie Jie, as long as your will and spirit are unshakable, the Holy Demon Concept can help you defeat everything and devour everything!"

"You will walk out of the mountains, swing your butcher knife at the gods, and let them witness the raging flames of mortals!"

In the long bow of white birch, the devil-like evil voice said so, with an extremely exaggerated chanting tone.

Thrall once thought that the owner of this voice was the Supreme Holy Demon.

But the evil voice said that it is just an immortal evil thought derived from the insignificant power of the Supreme Holy Demon. There are tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of people like it in this world.

"Then can I call you teacher from now on?" Sal stroked the birch longbow and said softly with his head raised.

The white birch longbow seemed to be stunned for a moment and stopped chattering evil words. After a while, he snorted coldly and muttered:
"I have no morals, don't try to kidnap me with secular morality!"

"Whatever you want to call me, teacher? Master? Dad? Grandpa? Anyway, you can call me whatever you want. Anyway, if you die, I will happily find the next host!"

Thrall didn't pay attention to the other party's still evil and weird response.

His face, which had been slightly gloomy for a long time, now showed a boyish smile, and he said very seriously: "Teacher, I will not die so easily, absolutely not."

After speaking, Thrall did not care about the reaction of the birch longbow, but returned to the mountain town where the Gaoling tribe was located.

Although they live as a tribal group, their level of civilization is not low.

In this small town with a population of 100,000 people. In addition to the Gaoling tribesmen, there are also human civilians who have moved in one after another, as well as merchants who purchase animal skins and medicinal herbs.

Even if there are grand events such as worshiping gods and preaching by large churches.

There will also be a circus and fireworks show, where you can see orc strongmen performing weightlifting, halflings performing acrobatics, and rarely seen elven bards, etc.

"Hey, Sal, why haven't you come to the store to help me lately?"

In a blacksmith shop at the corner of the street, a strong man with a big beard greeted Sal.

His name was Graeme, and he was known in town as a popular person and a know-it-all.

So although he was not from the Gaoling Tribe, he vaguely heard about some of the things that happened before the wilderness trial.

At this moment, Sal didn't speak for a while.

Graeme thought it was the latter who was still sad about the failure three months ago, and comforted him repeatedly:
"Don't worry about it. It doesn't matter if you can't participate in the wilderness trial. As long as you learn the blacksmithing skills from my uncle, exercise your body, and earn enough gold coins to pay for your expenses, you can still leave the mountains in the future."

"Once there, the influence of the forest god is very weak."

"You haven't experienced knight training from any major church. It's probably difficult to become a transcendent on the knight path, but joining the Warrior Association and becoming a mercenary warrior is more than enough!"

"Hey, let me tell you a secret. Uncle, I was the captain of the Iron Crusaders of the Kingdom of Rose in my early years. I have mastered the military-level warrior breathing method. It's very useful!"

Sal couldn't help but feel touched when he saw Graeme sincerely planning his future path.

He had always known that the origin of this blacksmith uncle was not simple.

Others shunned him, but this uncle didn't care about the curse of the forest god. He told him many things outside the mountains, which increased his experience.

Thrall thus learned that beyond the Highmountain Tribe was the Principality of Furnace, and beyond the Principality of Furnace was the Kingdom of Iron Eagle.

Outside the kingdom, there are other countries side by side. Humans, elves, dwarves, orcs and other groups live together on a continent called "Assas".

And all this was just because Sal's father casually threw a hare to Graeme on his way back from hunting twenty years ago.

The Rose Kingdom had just been destroyed by its neighboring country at that time, and Graeme was scattered in the rebellion and wandered into the high mountains.

He only had fine armor and weapons, but he was afraid of the extraordinary hunters of the Gaoling tribe. He didn't dare to hunt, and he didn't even dare to chew tree bark. He almost starved to death on the road.

The inconspicuous hare not only filled Graeme's stomach, but also symbolized the high mountain tribe's acceptance of him, and he was able to live in the small town.

Sal's father, as an extraordinary person of the hunter path, has powerful abilities and has helped countless people, but there are not many good men like Graeme who value friendship.

"Uncle Graeme, thank you, but I am determined to follow in my father's footsteps and become a hunter no matter what. I will see the scenery of the Assas continent bit by bit!"

Thrall showed the white birch longbow wrapped in oilcloth to the blacksmith uncle, and at the same time revealed his own magic value to about five levels.

This scene immediately made Graeme stunned. After reacting, he was even more happy for Sal, thinking that he had finally moved the God of the Forest and obtained God's forgiveness.

Sal did not reveal the real reason, nor did he reveal the existence of the idea of ​​​​the Holy Demon. He just smiled and said nothing, quietly watching the blacksmith uncle spread the good news in the town.

After just one week, Thrall used his astonishing understanding and perseverance to learn from the hunter's notes left by his father, and mastered several basic methods for hunters to become extraordinary, namely, laying traps, eagle eye skills, and taming wild beasts.

The few people in the Gaoling tribe who had laughed at Thrall at the ceremony were all in bad luck in the days that followed. They either fell into a deadly trap for no reason when they entered the mountain, or were bitten to death by crazy extraordinary beasts. , each ended up extremely miserable.

Seeing that Thrall got rid of his identity as the god's forsaken son and began to show his talents again, the elders of the tribe also changed their expressions and began to greet him, trying to keep him in the mountains.

Thrall refused directly. He had never received the resources of the tribe to cultivate him, nor had he received any care from this group of elders who believed in the law of the jungle. Naturally, he had no obligation to contribute to the prosperity of the tribe.

Finally, one morning when the cold fog dispersed.

Thrall bid farewell to Uncle Graeme as a lone hunter.

Carrying a birch longbow on his back, he put away a fine iron dagger given to him by Graeme before leaving, and resolutely stepped out of the high mountain town, starting the legendary hunter's journey on the continent of Assas. (End of chapter)