Chapter 188: Rest in Peace! Old Spearhead

Next to him, the Cyclops was fighting fiercely with Harden and Russell.

He held one end of Harden's flail tightly with one hand, and kicked Russell several meters away with a kick.

Fortunately, Russell reacted quickly and blocked with a long sword in time to avoid being seriously injured.

The Cyclops exerted force again and competed with Harden. His face was relaxed. He thought he had won, but suddenly he saw that his companion was defeated by the red-haired demon hunter in just a few breaths, and he was furious.

He roared again, and the muscles in his arms were tense to the extreme. With a strong pull, he actually threw Harden and the flail away fiercely.

Then, the Cyclops stomped his right foot hard on the ground to vent his anger. This kick was so powerful that the whole cave shook violently.

After doing this, he rushed towards Dick like a mad beast.

But just after taking two steps, he felt that something seemed to be tightly entangled under his feet.

Looking back, it turned out that the fat demon hunter had regained control of the flail.

In order to prevent himself from being thrown away by the giant again, Harden held a bone stick inserted into the ground tightly with his other hand, and the bone stick creaked when he held it.

At this time, Russell also took the opportunity to rush towards the Cyclops again with a long sword.

Dick saw that his two brothers had regained their footing, and he felt relieved. The three demon hunters quickly launched a fierce attack on the old spearhead from three different directions.

In theory, the old spearhead has amazing strength, and his skin is rough and hard, which is extremely difficult to deal with.

But in fact, his strength is not superior to that of the werewolf, and it is even far worse. The reason why he can survive until now is just a part of the trial as a little demon hunter.

Not to mention Dick, even Harden and Russell, if they try their best and spend some time, the two of them can kill him together. Now the three of them are together, and they are even more confident of winning.

For a moment, the center of the cave was filled with the roar of the monster, the sound of the sword tearing flesh and the crisp sound of bones breaking.

At first, the roar of the monster was full of anger and tyranny, as if it wanted to tear everything in front of it into pieces.

But as the battle continued, he had more and more wounds on his body, blood kept flowing, and the parts of his body gradually became incomplete. Gradually, the roar of the Cyclops revealed a hint of despair and begging for mercy.

But how could the demon hunters be shaken by this hint of begging for mercy?

Dick seized a perfect opportunity, shook the long sword in his hand, and a sword energy that was more dazzling and more blazing than before gushed out, and this sword energy was faintly free from the restraint of the sword body.

He shouted again, jumped high, and swung the long sword in his hand with all his strength, hitting the old spearhead's damaged and half-drooped neck.

With a "click", the Grim Reaper's scythe swung past, and the Cyclops' head instantly flew high. The broken neck was like a fountain, and a large amount of blood gushed out, spilling on the surrounding ground, forming a bloody swamp.

Its lower body knelt on the ground, and then collapsed in its own pool of blood.

Dick felt the prompt from the panel, shook his wrist lightly, shook off all the blood on the sword, and then sheathed the sword.

Russell did not stop because the monster was dead. He held the long sword and strode to the head of the old spearhead. His expression was hideous and twisted. He raised the long sword high and chopped it fiercely towards the center of the head.

One, two...

Fifty...

Until the old spearhead's head was chopped to pieces, Russell spit on the ground angrily, cursed a few words, and then retracted the long sword with a satisfied look.

Then he looked back at his two brothers, the tyranny on his face had disappeared, and it seemed that his whole temperament had changed dramatically.

Dick thought to himself, "I told you that clear thoughts are good for the body."

He turned back and said, "Ms. Riven, and the little demon hunters, we have passed the second level of the trial. After that, we will walk out of the cave and head towards the ring of elements on the mountain.

"I remember that we will encounter some rock trolls on the way. I hope they won't hinder us."

"Rock trolls are usually easy to talk to and can be communicated with." Riven replied calmly, "Dick, I don't want you to eliminate those rock trolls again."

"Huh? Why do you say that?"

Dick had already decided in his heart that these rock trolls are usually very friendly, and he would not take action unless these rock trolls had killed people.

"Because rock trolls are also part of the ecology of this high mountain. Without them, those little fog monsters and water ghosts and mud ghosts will be everywhere."

"Don't worry, I know what to do. "

Seeing that Riven didn't seem to believe it, Dick said again:

"I encountered two trolls before, and I let them go easily without any conflict.

"Although you think I like to hunt monsters, I also have a sense of propriety in my heart and will classify monsters into good and evil."

"That's good."

Then, Dick and the other two and the sorceress were in front, and the little demon hunters followed them.

The little demon hunters of the Grizzly School behind them were incredulous: "We just broke in? I feel like I didn't do anything."

Carter on the side proudly replied: "Don't worry, follow my senior brothers, our trial this time will be safe. But remember."

Then his face was stern: "Don't talk nonsense when you go back, especially you Barry, you are only 7 years old, right? You have no hair on your mouth, and you can't do things well."

"Seven years old is not young. Besides, you don't have a hairy mouth!" Barry was a little dissatisfied, but then immediately promised: "I will not say bad things about Dick and the others."

After a moment, the light in front suddenly brightened. Everyone squinted their eyes and looked around. They saw a long and winding mountain road winding into the distance, surrounded by green pines, rivers and bushes. It looked like a beautiful scenery. Extremely bright.

"Next, we need some official help from some of our demon hunters." Russell explained with a smile.

"Because there will probably be some cunning little mist monsters on the road later, who will disguise themselves as babies' voices to attract us, or those little mist monsters will hide in the thick fog, teaming up with water ghosts and mud ghosts to attack us.

"So we have to be prepared. This is not something that the little demon hunter can handle."

"Okay." Dick whispered, remembering that the original body and his companions slaughtered a mud ghost on the road leading to the Ring of Elements.

It is a monster that likes to live in mud and is similar to a water ghost in other aspects.

At this time, Dick was thinking about killing more monsters and adding more energy points.

Afterwards, several people protected the little demon hunter and the sorceress and walked forward.

But a moment later, they had arrived at the foot of the mountain. No little fog demon appeared, and no voice disguised as a baby was heard.

"What's going on?" Dick looked at Russell suspiciously.

Russell frowned slightly: "Those little mist monsters should have discovered us secretly, but I think the most important reason is..."

He pointed again at Dick.

"Me?" Dick spread his hands, quite puzzled.

"Yes, the smell of blood on you is too strong.

"You see, your leather armor is stained with the blood of countless evil ghosts. The IQ of those little mist monsters is close to that of evil ghosts. Naturally, they dare not show up to face you, the god of death."