Start As Hunter From Hunter World

Start As Hunter From Hunter World Chapter 1260

"Damn it! It's the Poisonous Arrow of the troll berserk headhunter!"

The male elf quickly pulled out the arrow for his companion, looking at the black blood-splattered wound with a desperate expression on his face.

If they are fighting in the High Spirit King country in the north, they can naturally ask the Mage and Potion Master for help, or use magic to neutralize the poison, or take a special bottle of antidote.

But this is the human territory that just ended the tribal era. There is neither a mage nor a Potion Master, only some superficial knowledge of herbal medicine.

Those so-called "physicians", in the eyes of the high elves, are basically no different from luck.

Whether the wounded and the sick can be cured depends on luck and their own physique.

As for the effects of the herbs boiled into soup, it is almost a psychological comfort.

There are very few ingredients that can play a therapeutic and interpretive role.

"Kill me!"

The female elf made a decision immediately without any hesitation.

Because she understands that if she is alive and falls into the hands of those trolls, it is absolutely impossible to die cleanly.

With the hatred between elves and trolls, coupled with being a woman, once becoming a prisoner means torture, humiliation, until the abused impersonal will be brutally eaten.

As the elite of the knight-errant army, she has seen too many trolls taking over villages, so she would rather die at the hands of her comrades than fall into the hands of a troll headhunter .

"But..."

The male elf obviously couldn't bear it.

Although the two do not have the kind of personal relationship between men and women, they are comrades in arms who passed through the area controlled by the Amani trolls side by side.

"Don't talk nonsense! Hurry up! Do you want to see me fall into the hands of those headhunters?" The female elf urged with a grim expression.

As the toxin continued to spread, her whole body was paralyzed and she didn't obey, and the troll headhunters who were chasing were getting closer and closer. If they didn't make a move, neither of them could escape.

Although every elves who join the knight-errant force are ready to sacrifice, they both also shoulder the mission entrusted by the Sun King and the Council.

So before meeting the human emperor, make sure at least one of them is alive.

"Sorry!"

The male elf resisted the grief in his heart, pulled out a dagger suddenly, aimed at the bone seam under his ear and stabbed it fiercely.

This location was chosen because it immediately destroys the brain and minimizes the pain of death.

But at the moment when the giant skin of the dagger touched, the ground suddenly began to vibrate, followed by a rumbling sound from far to near.

The male elf immediately stopped all movements, lifts the head and stared into the distance with wide eyes.

I saw a sudden cloud of dust on the horizon in the distance!

The next second...

Thousands of cavalrymen rushed out of the dust and crashed into the unprepared troll army at breakneck speed.

In the hands of the soldiers at the forefront, they held up a banner symbolizing the Emperor of the Arathor Empire!

The reinforcements of the Thoradin Great Emperor finally arrived at the critical moment.

Alan, who was in a death battle with the Troll Warlord and the High Priest of the Dragon Hawk God, undoubtedly saw this, and immediately drove these two difficult guys back with a sword, wiping sweat on his face Mixed with blood, he said meaningfully: "It seems that I won!"

"Reinforcement? How is this possible!"

Looking at the group led by Arturia The Knight regiment took the lead and rushed into the crowd to kill and kill, and the troll warlord finally became a little flustered.

Because the reason why he dared to take a huge risk and choose to besiege the city and launch an attack is because the city of torrents is far away from here, and it takes a certain amount of time to assemble the army, so there is no need for a short period of time. impossible to have reinforcements.

But this scene in front of me, the security subverted the previous judgment.

"From the moment you walked out of the mountain, I've sent a messenger to inform Rapids. Guess why our emperor has waited until now?" Alan asked in a slightly mocking tone. .

"He has used you and your territory as bait, and has been waiting...for a perfect time to attack!"

The high priest of the Dragon Hawk god was shocked in an instant. A cold sweat broke out, and the falcon-like pupil revealed fear.

"Correct! I volunteered to be the bait!" Alan shook the blood-soaked blade and hilt.

Although at this moment, whether it is physical strength, life energy, or magic power, he is almost in a state of depletion, and there are many traces of burns and cuts on his body. A feeling of being more calm than at first.

As for the reason, of course, it was the beautiful silhouette who was at the forefront, wearing silver armor, and could kill at least three troll warriors every time he swung his weapon.

With Artoria around, Alan didn't think a trifling high priest who fused the incarnation of the God of Dragon Hawk could make any waves.

You must know that Arturia has been wholeheartedly focused on cultivation these years, and has not been involved in anything political.

So if Alan's current level can barely beat those wild Demi-Gods, then Artoria will be able to completely suppress and even kill one or two of them.

Attention!

The slaughter here does not refer to the orc hero Grom Hellscream, who first relies on the orcs who drink the blood of the devil to weaken the power of Demi-God Cenarius, and then go up to make up for the knife himself. .

In one-on-one combat, defeat and even kill an opponent with sheer strength and sword technique.

"Voluntary?"

The Overseer subconsciously glanced at the fortress, which had been destroyed to the point of almost no magic cultivator, and the numerous houses set ablaze by flames.

As a lord, Alan undoubtedly paid a very heavy price in this war.

Whether it's the burned villages, the dams dug by the lake, or the prosperous town that should have been inhabited by a considerable number of people, it's all over.

The Troll Overseer really can't think of what a lord would do in the human Feudal System.

A reward from the emperor after the war?

or for fame?

Unfortunately, he has no chance to ask.

Artoria, riding a warhorse, cut a bloody path in just a few minutes, and slashed down with the sword fiercely, which flashed golden light in her hand.

Clang!

sparks flying in all directions!

The weapon in the Overseer's hand with a lot of magic and curses attached, almost didn't hold it and let it go on the spot, and the pupils enlarged, narrowed, and enlarged again at a speed visible to naked eyes.

He never thought that a human could completely crush himself in terms of strength.

After passing by, Artoria quickly controlled the warhorse and turned around, just standing in the open space less than 15 meters away from Alan, pursing her lips and teased: "Unexpectedly, I How could one day see you so embarrassed. Are these two opponents difficult to deal with?"

"You think it's just the two of them? Look at the corpses on the ground, these are all killed by me alone Yes." Alan rolled the eyes angrily.

From the start of the war to the present, he has killed three or four thousand troll warriors, many of whom have excellent fighting skills and experience.

If it weren't for the cultivated life energy system, if it were replaced by any other famous mortal hero in the history of Azeroth, it is estimated that they would be exhausted.

"One person? Where are the soldiers under your command? Where are the reinforcements brought by Ignaus?" Arturia subconsciously frowned, and turned her eyes to the burning town behind her.

"I told them to take refuge in the cellar. Be careful! Don't let that High Priest unscrupulously transform or control Fire Element energy, or you can burn hundreds of them in a flash. Soldier." Alan reminded in a serious tone.

"That is to say, this is the trouble that needs to be solved first, right?"

Speaking, Arturia got off the horse and patted the mount's butt. Signal it to run away.

She prefers foot combat to charging on a horse.

Alan nodded thoughtlessly: "Yes! All reinforcements are at risk if he doesn't get rid of him. Also, the Overseer can't be taken lightly. The poison he has attached to his weapon and the Damn, once the skin comes into contact with blood, there will be a very terrifying reaction immediately. Even I can't come up with a good solution for the time being."

"OK! Got it!"

As the last word blurted out, Artoria immediately turned her sword and charged up, launching a stormy attack.

She swung her sword so fast that both the Overseer and the High Priest were somewhat unable to fight together. They could only keep retreating and let the surrounding cannon fodder come up to their deaths, in order to gain a short respite. .

Seeing that the defeat was set, the high priest immediately jumped back and forth for a distance, and quickly changed into the Dragon Hawk form, leaning on the wings on one side and the rear wing, struggling to take off, at least Escape the battlefield first.

But just as he started to run before jumping up, Alan chased after him with a stride, and slashed the last intact wing with his great sword fiercely.

pu!

Blood!

The high priest let out a scream, and immediately failed to take off. Under the action of inertia, it rolled and flew out seven or eight meters away, and barely stopped until it hit a big tree.

"Want to run? Naive!" Alan sneered taunted.

As a more vengeful person, he will not forget that it was the other party who ignited the fire and destroyed the only one town in his territory that was used for trade and commodity exchange.

even more how, he also expects to slaughter the opponent to promote the giant sword in his hand to a legendary weapon.

"Bastard! Do you really want irreconcilable?" high priest gnashing teeth demanded.

"Idiot! We've already been irreconcilable! Come on! Let me meet Jayale, the eagle god of True Dragon! With your abilities, you should be able to unleash it completely, right?"

Speaking, Alan has begun to mobilize the last energy in his body, all his brains are concentrated on the giant sword, so that it will release the dazzling fire again.

"Very good! You brought it on yourself! Then come and experience the power of Jayale, the god of Dragon Hawk!" The high priest roared loudly with a ghastly face.

Moment!

He released his bondage and control over the incarnation of Jayale, sacrificing everything, body and soul, to the Dragon Hawk god.

In just a few seconds or so, the already huge Dragon Hawk doubled in size again, and suddenly released monstrous flames all around.

Many human soldiers and troll warriors who were fighting were engulfed by flames and turned into pools of unrecognizable black coke before they had time to dodge or escape.

When the flames dissipated, the Dragon Hawk in the center still recovered all his injuries like a Fire Phoenix, and even the lost wing grew out for some reason.

The most important thing is that it no longer has those worldly emotions in its eyes, replaced by a pure wildness.

There is no doubt that this is Jayale, the god of the Dragon Hawk, not the husk that was previously controlled by the High Priest.

If it were normal, Alan would be more than happy to communicate with such intelligent and long lifespan creatures.

But now, Gayale is clearly not ready to communicate with him.

After a brief confrontation, Dragon Hawk immediately flapped his wings, and instantly summoned out hundreds of Fireballs, smashing them towards Alan's location.

bang! bang! bang! bang! bang!

After a deafening explosion, the area of hundreds of meters in front had completely turned into a scorched purgatory.

The armor and weapons left by the dead soldiers have all turned into scalding molten iron under the high temperature and flames.

Such a terrifying scene, not only the Emperor Thoradin who personally commanded the army was stunned, but also the trolls who were still desperately resisting.

Unfortunately, this mighty attack didn't hurt half of Alan's hair.

With the flame resistance brought by the giant sword in his hand and his control over magical energy and elemental energy, ordinary flame magic has no effect on him.

"Not good!"

Seeing the large-scale killing that the Dragon Hawk god can cause, Arturia glanced directly at the troll warlord, and immediately tried to run over support.

But Jayale had already noticed this human being who could threaten him, and immediately spewed a hot tongue of flame from his mouth, forcing the Dumb King to erect a sword block covered with life energy. .

It takes advantage of this opportunity, flaps its wings and uses updrafts to fly to a higher place.

But how could Alan allow the prey to escape from under his nose, immediately jumped deep and high, raised the giant sword in his hand above his head, aimed at the position near Dragon Hawk's neck and slashed with all his strength. down.

“open for me!!!!!”

bang!

With the last bit of energy left, the sharp blade was finally torn apart Dragon Hawk's Divine Physique represents a layer of energy protection, which cuts a deep, bone-deep incision near the aorta of the neck.

The blood that was hot like a lava suddenly sprayed out like a lifeless man, burning half of Alan's arm holding the sword.

But even so, Alan still didn't have the slightest intention to let go. Instead, he put on his other hand and pushed the giant sword deeper into the little by little against the pain.

He could feel that this sword was frantically drawing power from the blood of Jayale, the god of Dragon Hawk, and even the shape of the sword had an irreversible change.

At this time, the more you can't let go, or you will lose 100% of your efforts.