Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 141 Human Stick! Torture

Healing spell?

Duncan became interested as soon as he saw it. He controlled the Monster Hunter to shoot another arrow, but the enemy seemed to be prepared in advance and actually dodged the arrow by rolling forward.

Unfortunately, she still couldn't escape. The North was extremely desolate, and the view from above was excellent. Even hiding in the forest was useless; she was immediately marked by the God's perspective of the projected page. By then, some of the enemies had already fled far away. The only five remaining enemies had scattered. One had been shot dead, and the other three had dispersed in different directions, seemingly trying to increase their chances of escape.

"The dragon flew away?"

The Bloody Executioner, who survived the disaster, breathed a sigh of relief. With a look of fear on her face, she gritted her teeth and continued to run wildly. As long as she entered the frigid forest, she would have a chance to get rid of the dragon.

"As long as we can escape!"

"Report the news of the dragon here to the Empire! Report it to the Priestess!"

"It won't be long."

"The Queen's Dark Elf Guards will conquer this land, and the Empire's Dragon Slayer Cannon will be able to shoot down that damned beast!"

The Bloody Executioner faintly heard a scream and knew that another of her subordinates had been killed by the dragon.

At this time, she was already several kilometers away from the young dragon.

Monster Hunter - Duncan stood on the back of the young dragon, without hesitation, he put an arrow on his bow and aimed at a scarlet hunter running wildly in the wilderness. This enemy was also very smart. He actually rushed all the way to the river. If he dived into the river, it would take more time to chase him.

call out!
A sharp arrow broke through the air.

The fleeing Blood Hunter stumbled, and the next second the figure of the young dragon swooped down. Facing the giant dragon rushing towards him, the Blood Hunter had a ferocious and ruthless expression. He drew out the Blood Blade without hesitation and fought back desperately, but the young dragon suddenly climbed up more than ten meters above his head, and then there was a sound of breaking through the air.

A dark elf battle blade was thrown out!

puff.

The bloody hunter's whole body stiffened as the battle blade pierced his chest. The young dragon circled in the air and when it fell again, its sharp claws easily crushed his spine.

"It's hard to fight in close combat without a dragon spear!"

Duncan was becoming more and more skilled in the operation at this time. People said that dragon knights were powerful, and they were indeed very powerful, but their weapon requirements were very high. A dragon spear of at least five or six meters was needed to exert its power, otherwise it could only be used as a long-range soldier.

As for the Oathkeeper's longsword, needless to say, it's too short.

At this time, the other dark elf blood hunters were killed one after another. The only survivor was the bloody executioner, who had already fled all the way to five or six kilometers away.

But it doesn’t matter, the dragon can easily catch up at this distance.

The wind howled.

When the Bloody Executioner heard the sound of breaking wind in the sky, a trace of despair instantly appeared on that weird and vicious face. She could no longer escape. She tried her best to avoid the enemy, but for some reason, after the enemy went to hunt down the other Bloody Hunters, they could still easily lock onto her position.

"come!"

The bloody executioner turned around and roared, her voice hoarse and shrill, as if she was being abused, just like she had treated others in the past.

She gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, her expression becoming increasingly ferocious as she challenged the dragon in mid-air, "Come and kill me!"

"You can't escape either!"

"The Empire's armies will conquer the North sooner or later! When the Queen's guards set foot on this land, the dragons will have no choice but to surrender or die!"

Don't know when.

Duncan suddenly found that he could vaguely understand the language of the dark elves, but it would still take a little time to convert.

It is currently impossible to speak or fully understand, but the translated text will appear on the projected page.

At the same time, some linguistic talents are awakening.

—Oh, little one.

——It seems that you have a special talent. Let me see what it is.

—Understanding languages? Telepathic communication? Few dragons would awaken this talent early.

I don’t know when, the dragon clan’s inherited memory emerged again.

——This is a very dangerous enemy.

——If you want to kill her, it is best not to hold back and give the enemy any chance to turn the tables.

—If you want to capture her for information.

——I suggest you break or chop off her limbs, and then have your cat-man minions monitor her at all times.

——Remember, no matter what you do, don't leave any loopholes.

Dimensional space.

Duncan originally planned to kill the other party, but considering the opinions of the dragon clan's inherited memory, he felt that it was not impossible to capture the Bloody Executioner. However, such an enemy was too powerful, and even after being captured, he must ensure that she would not threaten others.

call out.

A sharp arrow flew through the air, and the bloody executioner with a ferocious and desperate expression was hit in the abdomen.

She tried to dodge, deflecting the arrows with her weapon, but it was impossible. The elven bows were too powerful, the arrows were fast, and the enemy's archery skills were close to master level. Although the power ceilings varied from world to world, the archery skills remained essentially the same, only the tools used varied greatly.

The archery skills of mortal masters are similar.

She could obviously be killed with one arrow, but the summoned heroic spirit on the young dragon's back seemed to be in no hurry. It shot arrows one after another, and soon her body was pierced by five or six arrows, and even healing spells could not save her.

The Bloody Executioner's expression was extremely distorted. She had never fought such a frustrating battle.

The enemy is in heaven and she is on earth.

Nothing can be done.

If she had known earlier, she would have learned some more ranged magic. She is proficient in swordsmanship, alchemy, poison making, stealth, etc., and also practices recovery spells. She is a top-notch expert in close combat, but she is quite powerless against a dragon with the ability to fly.

thump.

After being hit by an arrow in the knee, the Bloody Executioner, whose magic power was gradually exhausted, knelt on one knee in despair. He seemed to have no thoughts of resistance anymore. He closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

A biting chill came over me.

The expected death did not come. The dying bloody executioner opened his eyes and let out an extremely shrill scream the next second.

The dragon broke her right arm, and Duncan the Monster Hunter chopped off her left arm with his sword.

Blood gushed out. He decided to follow the advice of the dragon clan's inherited memory.

First chop the enemy into sticks.

Monster Hunter - Duncan chopped off the female dark elf's arms with an expressionless face, and the young dragon raised its claws, and with a shrill scream that resounded through the sky, it directly crushed the enemy's legs, and at the same time sprayed a breath of cold air to make the wound solidify.

Even so, the enemy in front of him was not dead yet, and the dying bloody executioner was caught by the dragon claws.

The young dragon grabbed her and flew towards the ancient cat tribe.

Dragonstone Altar.

The figure of the young dragon slowly fell down, the summoned monster hunter had disappeared, and the seriously injured and dying cat-man priest was lying on the ground, seeming to be breathing more than breathing in.

——Ancient Cat People Tribe (Vassal) (Population 72).

The bodies of dead catmen were everywhere, most of them died in the sneak attacks of the dark elves' hidden bows.

The young dragon used its claws to cut open its skin and poured drops of dragon blood into the cat-man priest's mouth. Whether it could survive depended a bit on luck. He could only strengthen and activate the cat-man priest's sub-dragon bloodline.

boom.

The bloody executioner, whose arms had been chopped off and legs broken, was thrown to the ground.

The young dragon spoke for the first time, using very unskilled Orc language: "Lock her up... Don't let her die..."

- Linguistics [Special Ability]: Dragons can rapidly master all known languages. Over time, their learning rate explodes, quickly becoming fluent. When communicating with creatures without a language, this ability can be transformed into temporary telepathic communication by consuming mana.

(Language is the beginning of civilization and knowledge.)
The cat people around were surprised, but quickly obeyed the Dragon Lord's orders.

at the same time.

The seriously injured and dying cat-man priest on the ground slowly opened his eyes. The dragon's blood did not heal his injuries, but after drinking the dragon's blood, the mana pool in his body that had been exhausted began to tremble. Then there was a surge of magical power, and the mana pool that had been almost completely consumed rose a little.

——Weak healing technique.

The cat-man priest, who was close to death, cast a spell on himself with trembling fingers, and then his wounds gradually healed, and he was actually pulled back from the brink of death.

Dragon's blood!

The magic of dragons!

The older cat-man priest was still seriously injured, but his mana pool had recovered a lot. He climbed up with difficulty, and then, with the support of the cat-man hunter, raised his hand and cast another healing spell.

But the target was not himself, but the young dragon in front of him who was also seriously injured and covered in blood.

The loyalty of the clan!
At this moment, even Duncan was slightly moved.

The young dragon gently raised its claws and said in a low voice, "No need."

"This injury is nothing to me."

"Heal yourself first."

The young dragon has the power of regeneration engraved on its body, and can survive even if it is on the verge of death. Duncan will not fight a battle without confidence. If the young dragon has a good meal, this injury will be completely healed in a day or two at most.

The cat-man priest breathed hard and nodded, casting a spell on himself again.

He also has some healing spells, but they're pretty weak.

The food doesn't matter.

As long as we can save it, it's fine.

The cat-man priest should have cast a low-level healing spell, which was completely incomparable to the bloody executioner. He cast the spell on himself five or six times in a row before he could barely stand up and move.

At this time, the elderly cat-man priest said in a deep voice: "Stop the bleeding of that dark elf."

"Lock him up."

"Don't let her die."

"I'll go and interrogate him myself later!"

In a primitive tribe like this, the importance of the priest is self-evident. When the other cat people were in chaos, he immediately calmed everyone down, while also remembering the task assigned by Duncan.

The cat-man priest glanced sadly at the hunters who had died in the battle nearby and whispered, "Bury our people."

"Set up sentry posts."

"Keep the other hunters on their toes."

In order to ensure that the Bloody Executioner would not die, he also cast a weak healing spell on the enemy. The next torture would be very long. The dark elves were known for their toughness and cruelty. It would be impossible to make her give in without extremely harsh torture.

The young dragon spoke at this time, and said in a deep voice: "Move the tribe below the dragon's nest."

The only survivor was captured.

They should still have time to respond. It is not safe for the cat tribe to stay here, so they should just place the elderly, the weak, women and children near the flat land under the dragon's nest.

After saying that, the young dragon took off into the air.

The gains from this battle were not small. Duncan needed to think about it and digest it, and he also needed to wait for the results of the cat priest's interrogation.

The expansion of the Dark Elf Empire will not stop easily.

If you can't hold on.

They also had to flee to the polar glaciers like the Frost Giant Tribe, but when he thought of that Frost Giant Tribe, Duncan immediately had an idea.

"Collect the corpses of the dark elves. I will need them in the future."

An ancient word from the East.

The enemy of my enemy is my ally.

I just don't know if the Frost Giants will try to communicate. If the Dark Elf Empire conquers the continent, it will inevitably squeeze the living space of other races. Duncan's first priority now is to preserve his territory, and relying on the few people of the Cat People Tribe alone is not enough.

But there is one good thing about dragons: they are natural monster lords!

Theoretically, if a dragon is strong enough, the monsters within its territory will slowly surrender.

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(End of this chapter)