Chapter 215 No One Can Be Missing
Dick relaxed, and then slowly placed Odd flat in a clean place.
When the other little witch hunters saw the tragic scene in front of them, they couldn't help but turn red and burst into tears.
Even if these children are young, they know that their homes have been destroyed.
But Barry only cried a few times and forced himself to stop. Then he looked stern and said seriously to the little hunter around him:
"Now is not the time to cry. We should restrain the corpses of these witch hunters. They are all our compatriots."
The other little witch hunters nodded one after another, and Dick secretly praised Barry in his heart, and silently picked up the equipment and began to clean the battlefield.
When he walked to the boar's corpse, Dick couldn't help but think of the scene of fighting with him in the past;
He has always thought that the boar was a tool to improve his fighting skills. I remember that at the celebration of the main castle Kronen Festival, the boar warmly invited him to continue practicing, but at that time he was perfunctory, but he didn't expect that it only took one day to do it. At this time, the heavens and man are separated.
With a sigh, he packed the remains in a linen bag, and Dick walked again to Bell's thick and broken arm and also put it in the bag.
Then he carefully searched for Bell's corpse nearby, but saw a hill made of broken monsters on the side that began to shake. Dick immediately put down his body bag and pulled out his sword to be alert:
Could it be that there are still fish that misses the net?
"Cough cough." A middle-aged man's weak cough came from the pile of corpses.
Is this sound?
Dick was overjoyed, threw down the black sword, and immediately ran over and opened the broken corpses with one hand, but saw a man covered in blood and lacking his right arm looking at him with his eyes drooping with his face tired and painful.
"Dick, why did you lose an arm? Is the battle over? How about it? Is there anyone else alive?"
Dick nodded excitedly, "We won the final victory, and all the witch hunters are good."
He slowly pulled Bell out of the pile of corpses and wanted to help him.
Bell pushed Dick away with one arm, "I'm fine. I'm the leader of the Grizzly School. My body is not that fragile. Look at the wounds on my broken arm have frozen."
He grinned and smiled with a little honesty, and looked at the battlefield around him. The man who had lived for hundreds of years had tears flowed down his eyes unconsciously.
Then he cheered up again, smiled again on his face, looked at the little hunting witches running towards him, opened one arm, and hugged them all in his arms.
Soon, many corpses of monsters and witch hunters were lit in the square, and everyone was silent when they looked at the raging fire in front of them.
However, Dick also knew that this was not a time of sadness, and he took everyone back to the Lynx Fort with Bell.
The "Huahua" in the courtyard stable rushed over happily when he saw Dick and his group arrived. He was about to stick out his tongue and lick the owner, but the horse's head suddenly looked at the gate of Lynx Castle, and the big horse's eyes were filled with The vigilance of anthropomorphism still makes a long hissing sound like a warning from time to time.
"'Huahua', are there other monsters in this Lynx Castle?" Dick asked tentatively.
Huahua nodded without hesitation.
"Bell, you stay here with the rest of the people first, I'll clear the threat first."
"Be careful with Dick, you can't do anything. Just call out a warning immediately. Even though I lack an arm, I can still fight."
After Dick nodded, he pulled out the black sword, pushed the door open with one hand, and then took two steps towards the hall. When he arrived at the entrance of the stairs, he heard the roar of the monster in the basement.
With a shaking sword body, the sharp sword energy had already covered it. Dick came to the basement door again and pushed open the door.
Once again, he turned left and saw the huge bronze mirror in front of the room where he had fought with Master disappeared, revealing a long staircase leading deeper into the ground.
And when he heard the roar of monsters coming from the foot of the stairs, Dick already knew that this was where Master had studied monsters in the past.
After a moment, Dick rushed out with blood on his face and nodded at Bell: "It's all cleaned up."
Several prompts came from the panel:
Kill Gargoyle X1 and get the energy point X20.
Kill the stitched werewolf X2 to obtain the energy point X25.
Kill the enhanced evil ghost X6 and obtain the energy point X25.
This time, the energy point X70 was obtained, and the current total energy point X200 was obtained.
In addition, Dick gained an extra bonus in that deep lab:
A glass bottle with a small energy stone device on the outside is covered with blood-red powder from the outside, and the label on the bottle body says "The Blood of the Mountain God".
He carefully observed the powder at the bottle and found that someone poured out nearly half of the blood of the mountain god inside in a short time.
When I thought about it, I knew it was the work of the apprentice Alexander, but why didn’t he take it all away? I think that Master might not die, so things don’t have to be too extreme, which is equivalent to leaving himself a way out.
After sending the unconscious old warlock Ode back to his room, he started to have a simple meal in the living room with everyone. Fortunately, the kitchen has a lot of food, enough for these dozens of food.
At the dining table, I saw the little witch hunters looking at the broken right arm of his right arm from time to time, and even Bell looked over curiously.
Dick pointed to the little arm helplessly and said, "I said I don't know what's going on, do you believe it?"
Everyone shook their heads together.
"It doesn't matter. No matter what kind of abilities you gain, you are still a member of our witch hunter sect." Bell said slowly.
"Yes, yes, Dick, the happier we are."
"Dick, can I touch your little hand?"
"I want to touch too, and I want to touch too."
Seeing the little hunting witch surrounded by him, constantly stroking his newly grown arms with his little hands, Dick also relaxed.
I thought I had to spend some time making up a reason, but I never thought that these people didn't care at all.
Barry finished his meal first, then compared his little hand with Dick's freshman's palm, then yawned and ran upstairs.
The child was too young and was worried all day long, so he was so tired.
But after a while, he ran down excitedly and shouted, "Dick, Bell, Odd is awake!"
The two looked at each other, put down the knife and fork in their hands, and hurried upstairs.
In Dick's room, the old naughty boy was sitting on the bed crying loudly, shouting: "Ali, Ali, old guy, why did you leave me first? If you die, I will not live either. It's ".
At the same time, my head kept knocking on the wall beside me, making a thump.
Seeing that Odd was still in such a state of mind, Dick felt relieved when he knew he was not seriously injured.
"You have just woken up. If you continue to work so hard, your body can't stand it. I guess Ali doesn't want to see you like this." Bell immediately walked over.
"But now that the sect has been completely destroyed, what's the point of living? I'm almost 400 years old, and it's time to die. Why is it not me who died, but others?" Ode was confused and vague. Crying, his nose and tears flowed all over his face.
"Who said the witch hunter sect has disappeared?" Bell smiled with one arm and pointed at the other little witch hunters, "Look, isn't this our hope?"
Old Old eyes widened and stared at the little witch hunters in a daze, "Yes, yes, this is our hope.
He turned to look at Dick again and said anxiously, "But the formula, the formula is gone."
"What recipe?" Dick asked softly.
"The recipe for the lynx school of fragrant herbs! If you want to continuously produce demon hunters in the future, both the fragrant herbs and the alchemist are indispensable!
"Well and Bell have mastered the formulas of the coyote and grizzly schools respectively, but now Master and Riven are dead, and the recipes of the Lynx schools are cut off!"
"Everyone in the Lynx school has flaws in character. This disaster was caused by Master. This useless formula will disappear if it disappears." Dick said lightly.
"No, no one can be missing." Odd suddenly stood up from the bed, his thin hands tightly holding Dick's thick arms, shaking them hard.
"Dick, although Master is the source of this disaster, the other witch hunters of your Lynx School are all good. This recipe has been passed down to this day, which shows that the Lynx School has long proved its value.
"No one of these recipes can be missed. If one is missing, we will not be a complete witch hunter sect."