Chapter 1750 Black Lotus
The metal cup is placed on a wide, solid table. There is no decoration on the surface of the cup, which is very rough, but it is strong enough and large in quantity. The sweet eggnog inside looks clear in the sunlight.
Sweet eggnog is not only cheap, but also very popular. Especially in Hokuriku near the border with Morsa, sweet eggnog that can bring warmth to people has become a must for almost everyone who goes out.
Horuf is no exception.
Even though he has retired, he still likes to have a drink like this in the afternoon.
However, today is an exception.
Holding the wine glass, Horuf kept staring blankly into space, his eyes distracted, and he was lost in thought.
The waiter next to him saw his boss's appearance and immediately left quietly.
Over the past few days, these guys have gotten used to their boss being in a daze from time to time.
Some people asked at the beginning, but Horuf kept silent every time, or was anxious. After scolding him directly, these guys knew what to do.
The door closed quietly.
After a few more minutes, Horuf sighed heavily.
Snake sect?
Is there really a snake sect?
The retired witcher scratched the few hairs on his head with a suspicious look on his face.
He once again recalled the man who called himself ‘Snake Sect Colin’ two days ago.
He didn't believe the other party's words at first.
Even though the other party appeared to be very powerful and acted like a demon hunter, he had never heard of the Snake Sect the other party mentioned.
Therefore, he only thought that the other party was fabricating and making nonsense.
If the other party had explained it at that time, he would have stubbornly believed that the other party was a liar.
But the other party not only had no explanation.
Not even an excuse.
He just said, ‘Those who know, always know, and those who don’t know, will never know! ’ After that, he just returned to the room.
Moreover, in the next few days, the other party never came to him once.
He knows this technique well.
In fact, he had used similar techniques to deceive many annoying people.
but……
Is it really a bluffing technique?
One day, two days, three days.
From being completely disbelieving at the beginning, Horuf has now become dubious.
Because, after thinking about it, he realized that he had nothing worthy of being deceived by the other party.
His hotel?
For ordinary people, it is a good industry.
But for someone as powerful as the other party, he is really dismissive.
The equipment he left behind?
Even more impossible.
Those things he originally wanted to give to the other party. When he showed the 'Lone Wolf Mark' to the other party, he was ready to do so. He believed that the other party should also feel it, otherwise he would not be able to reject it so simply.
Thinking of the other party's response to the shadow play at that time, Horuf couldn't help but breathe quickly.
"What a bastard!"
"Whether you are a snake sect or not, you are still a nasty guy!"
"but……"
"Is there really a snake sect?"
"Is it different from ordinary witchers, the witchers who hide in the dark?"
Horuf whispered.
He recalled the history of witchers.
It seems that every time when the witchers should be extinct, they will always continue inexplicably, as if there is an unknown existence that has been protecting the 'fire' of the witchers.
If there really is a snake sect...
It seems to be able to explain all this.
It was precisely because of this that Horuf did not contact the demon hunter he was familiar with rashly.
He wasn't sure if he could still trust the witcher he once knew.
Although the war that led to the near-annihilation of the Demon Hunters was nominally because of the pursuit of the 'Black Disaster', he always believed that there was also an internal problem within the Demon Hunters.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to defeat directly.
Maybe, the people from the Snake Sect also know.
Even the people of the Snake Sect were hiding in that war. What they discovered was not spread out in time, but they gave certain hints. Therefore, the Snake Sect became more and more secretive.
They did not immediately spread the demon hunter's 'fire' again, but hid themselves and searched for the truth of the matter.
And when he came to me, it was only after some testing that he confirmed that there was nothing wrong with me.
Then, I hope to learn some secrets from my mouth.
Horuf thought quietly.
My mind can't help but think on the bright side.
This is human inertia.
Like the good side and hate the bad side.
When something happens, you always have a sense of luck. Even if real malice comes, you still have a sense of luck. It will not change until death comes.
Even if Horuf were a witcher, it wouldn't change that.
because……
From the bottom of his heart, Horuf refused to accept the witcher's disastrous defeat.
Even if he chooses to retire.
After hesitating again for a moment, Horuf decided to have a frank talk with Colin later.
He couldn't wait any longer.
If he keeps waiting, he will really be bald!
Carefully, he combed the few remaining hairs from left to right and attached them to his scalp. He drank the sweet eggnog in the cup and felt the burning sensation rising from his stomach. He rubbed it Rubbing his fat belly, he couldn't help but look through the window in the direction of the Temple of War, where there were dark clouds and thunder rolling.
"Mars?"
"whispering sound."
Horuf curled his lips disdainfully.
The reason why people dislike demon hunters is closely related to their beliefs.
They do not believe in any god, not even in pretense.
They only trust their teachers, parents, family and friends.
They only trust the weapons in their hands.
They do not belong to the light.
They do not belong to the darkness.
Walking on the edge of death.
Glory without praise.
No hymns were sung.
There is only inner pride.
Subconsciously raising his head and placing it on his chest, feeling the strong beating of his heart in his chest, Horuf opened his mouth and strode towards his closet.
Folding battle ax.
Shabby trench coat.
A hat with a bad brim.
There is a backpack next to it, which is also full of a sense of age. A short blunderbuss is inserted on one side of the backpack, and several throwing knives are pinned on the other side. There are some sundries inside the backpack.
Horuf picked up the folded battle ax and picked up his backpack.
With a shake of his hand, the folded tomahawk immediately stretched out and turned into a long-handled tomahawk.
Holding the battle ax in one hand, Horuf aimed a vertical slash at his side.
boom!
The ax hit the ground hard with a dull sound.
The stone-paved ground shattered, smoke and dust rose up, and the view in the entire room was completely blocked. The battle ax in Horuf's hand swept across once again.
Woo!
The ax blade brought up strong wind, rolled up layers of smoke and dust, and chopped into what seemed to be a void.
boom!
A figure was smashed out.
This was a figure whose whole body was wrapped in gray and black clothes. The moment it landed, it rolled away like smoke.
Looking at this scene, Horuf sneered several times.
If it was before, when he was silently affected by that bastard's 'instigation' ability, such a hiding method would naturally be seamless, but now?
Facing a truly sober witcher, hiding like this is like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.
Horuf directly pulled out the short blunderbuss.
Different from the common short matchlock gun, this short gun is much thicker, with the muzzle the size of an adult's fist, and when the trigger is pulled -
boom!
The fire flickered like a cannon.
The tiny projectiles shrouded everything in front of Horuf at 100° and within five meters.
Whether it's tables, chairs, or enemies.
The whole body of the enemy had no good piece of flesh at this time. It was dark and dark, and the whole body was twitching. He stared at Horuf with wide eyes, and then lost his breath.
Horuf paid no attention to this enemy. He used the soles of his feet to retreat quickly.
boom!
The fat figure directly collapsed the wall behind him.
The moment Horuf left the room, the corpse on the ground inflated as if inflated, and then the fire flickered.
boom!
The room where Horuf lived was blown up to the sky.
Horuf, who was out of the opponent's self-destruction range, did not suffer any real damage, but he was a little disgraced. He spat out two mouthfuls of dirt while stabbing the tomahawk behind him.
There is more than one enemy!
In the aftermath of the explosion, the enemies wrapped around their bodies appeared one by one.
They surrounded Horuf in layers and densely packed.
Like the previous enemies, these figures all have a human-like body shape, but their aura is like that of wild beasts. Even if their faces are covered by bandages, they can still hear hoarse roars.
Like a pack of wolves, they circled around Horuf, looking for weaknesses in the witcher.
Horuf squinted his eyes, holding the long-handled battle ax in front of him. His fat waist bowed slightly, and his whole person looked like a huge wine barrel.
Then……
Rapid rotation!
The long-handled battle ax flew up and down!
Ax blades flew through the air at extremely high speeds, cutting the air and bringing up wind blades one after another.
The next moment, when these wind blades converged, a small tornado appeared.
Its crazy rotation and strong suction force caused the enemies surrounding it to be quickly drawn into it and torn into pieces.
However, more enemies appeared around.
They didn't have the slightest fear, just staring at Horuf.
They are waiting!
Waiting for the moment when Horuf gets tired!
They all know that this move is very powerful.
But it definitely can’t last!
Once Horuf slows down, that's when the opponent dies!
Claire Ho is very sure about this!
Carlyleho, who was standing in the crowd, looked at Horuf with cold eyes. Although he learned about the so-called 'Snake Sect' from Lunkar, Carlyleho did not take it to heart.
A group of guys hiding in shadow corners might have been able to cause them some trouble before the 'Black Disaster' came, but now?
Totally impossible!
Their target is no longer on these mortals.
But the ‘mist’ is more troublesome than imagined!
Clairho looked at the thick fog that suddenly appeared in the distance.
This person completed his ‘arrival’ without making a sound, and actually became a demigod-like existence.
"So, the so-called snake sect demon hunters are not without merit."
In a haughty tone, Clairho, who was wearing a black robe, smiled contemptuously.
Demi god?
Of course he is not.
However, he will never be afraid of demigods.
After all, there was a true god standing behind him.
Therefore, he chose the most direct method.
Kill Horuf, and then kill the so-called snake sect demon hunter.
Then?
It would be nice if more Serpent witchers popped up.
He will kill them all.
Finally, there is naturally the so-called ‘fog’.
But that's not what he has to worry about anymore.
The gods behind him will handle the opponent very well.
Mortals dealing with mortal matters.
Naturally, it is left to the gods to handle.
This is the rule of Hokuriku.
Although the Quiet Night Secret Order is secretive and weird, after having the backing of the 'Ms. Disaster', they no longer mind following such rules.
After all, it’s good for them, right?
It was as if now, he could completely ignore the opponent's gods and use his absolute advantage to gain an overwhelming victory.
Feeling that the whirlwind was getting smaller and smaller, and looking at Horuf who was beginning to lose his physical strength, the smile on Carlerho's face became more arrogant and contemptuous.
He wins again!
Such a feeling...
It's really beautiful!
Tread, tap, tap!
Clear footsteps came from one side, and the arrogant and contemptuous smile on Carlerho's face reached an extreme. He turned around and looked at Kieran who walked out of the shadows on one side.
"Snake, shouldn't it be hiding in the shadows?"
"The snake that was revealed is not dangerous."
Carlerjo said slowly, and then frowned slightly.
The arrogant contempt on Kieran's face made him very uncomfortable.
He is used to looking at others like this.
But he wasn't used to others seeing him like this.
Especially when this feeling was real and not disguised, Carlisle felt an inexplicable anger.
"superior!"
Carlylejo waved his hand.
Immediately, the surrounding subordinates rushed towards Qin Ran who came out.
Exactly the same way as the siege of Horuf.
The advantage of numbers was taken to an extreme by these people.
but--
Hiss!
The hissing sound of snakes suddenly sounded.
Thick snake shadows emerged from the ground and wrapped around these people.
In an instant, the people who gathered around froze on the spot.
Not only these people, but also Carlyleho were also shocked.
Their mouths grew, their faces frightened, and their bodies twisted.
"Ahhh!"
"do not come!"
"Get away!"
Carlerjo roared loudly and waved his hands in the air, driving away the giant snake that shouldn't exist.
[Sword Skill. Ten Thousand Snakes]!
A kind of illusion called sword skill is actually a spiritual magic.
Illusion is fake when you know it is fake.
But if it were true...
That's true!
A huge black sword appeared in Kieran's hand.
Without any fancy tricks, he just split Carlerho in half.
The huge pain woke Carlerho up.
"Illusion, illusion?"
"it's actually very good!"
"But you used pain to bring me out. This is your biggest mistake!"
Carlerjo, who was split in half, quickly woke up. Not only was he not dead, but he was staring at Kieran with vigor, ready to attack again.
However, he once again saw that look of contempt that made him extremely uncomfortable.
"I am going to kill you!"
"Kill...ahhh!"
Carlerho roared in anger, but the next moment, the roar was replaced by screams.
Black flames appeared from the other party's body, and the fire of desire was burning.
'Arrogance' didn't even look at the other party, and just turned around and walked towards Horuf. Beside him, black flames began to spread, and everyone in the Jingye Secret Order was trapped in it.
Like lotuses in the abyss,
bloom.
PS Feilong wishes everyone a happy new year and good luck~