The Ranger opened his bow and opened his arrow, and the precise arrow broke the rope. Before the militiaman's corpse hit the ground, the Ranger flew underneath the corpse and caught it.

He knew the man who was being hanged, and although he didn't remember his name, the Ranger knew the face. He was one of the first ten people in the camp to start learning archery from him, and probably one of the few apprentices who could continue to fight.

"We left here ten minutes ago." The young Karl took a homemade dagger, carefully looked around, and said to the demon hunter, "My father will not just leave, he will definitely leave some traces on me." ”

The Demon Hunter nodded at the boy, his father, Rick? Grimes, a seasoned fellow, impresses demon hunters with his son.

But even a true professional will be caught off guard when faced with the power of chaos, Xu Yichen carefully examined the traces around him, trying to find out where Marx went.

The Ranger closed his fingers to the eyes of his last apprentice, and although they had not known each other for a long time, the ten men had always been very respectful to him. They had told the Ranger that no professional had ever taught them combat skills before, and they were grateful to him.

According to the concept of the Serisians, one day is a teacher, and a lifetime is a father. Most of the people he had taught had already died in the battle against the aberrations that night. He was a little sad, but not angry, but this one was different.

Dying on the battlefield is the destination of a warrior, whether he is ready or not, but war is war.

And he was bound hand and foot, the corners of his mouth were cut, and he was hanged on this pillar. He suffered a lot of torture while he was alive and was tortured to death.

The Ranger dipped his finger in his apprentice's blood and drew an intricate pattern on his face, which meant that he wanted to avenge his apprentice's death.

[Nemesis: Designate a certain type of enemy as your nemesis, and when targeting that type of enemy, you will deal extra damage. Please select your rival type. (Class Talent)

"Choice Type: Chaos...... Type Error ...... Can't select

"Choice Type: Chaos...... Type Error ...... Triggers the Talent Mutation Quest. ”

[Blood Debt and Blood Repayment: The young man who asked you yesterday how to maintain the bowstring has turned into a corpse, a corpse that has been maliciously desecrated today. Anger builds up in your chest, and even the peaceful Ranger can't suppress it. In that case, let's pay the debt with blood and find out the murderer! Sentence her, death penalty! 】

"I've found her place, head." The Ranger put down the corpse in his hand and said in a cold tone, "Now it's not just your business, nun, one of your traitors is mine. ”

On the other side, the young Karl found a mark carved with a dagger in the corner of the wall: "This is the mark left by my father, and this mark means that my father followed their traces in this direction!" ”

The Demon Hunter looked at the Ranger and then at the young Carl, and the two of them were pointing in the same direction.

"Looks like we need to split our forces into two ways." The Demon Hunter said to Sister Silence, "Carl and I will lead you all the way to find another group of traitors!" ”

The ranger nodded, and sorted out the arrows he had just collected from the militia, and put them in his quiver one by one.

"No, I'm with you all the way, I have to make sure that there are my people on every side, and the traitors must be cleaned up! We do it ourselves! "Misal is a good warrior and a veteran clerical nun, and she's very powerful, especially now that she's in Chaos, you alone may not be able to fight her," said Seristein. ”

"Don't forget that I'm the one who brought you all down." The Demon Hunter proudly said, "Perhaps you should care more about your people, if that Sister Misal is not on my path, how should you fight her?" ”

"Don't be too complacent, what you saw just now is not all the power of the nun, we are warriors against chaos, and in the face of chaos, we naturally have our own ways to solve it." Sister Silence gradually got used to speaking and is now becoming more fluent: "We are professional and have a lot of experience. ”

"Don't forget my profession, I'm a demon hunter." Despite saying this, Xu Yichen did not refuse Sister Silence's request.

"I know, you're a demon hunter, but you're just an apprentice. Don't deny it, I know them, I can name almost every demon hunter, and those names don't have your name in them. Following the hunter, Sister Silence said, "Most of the existing demon hunters are not as good as you, but you are still a novice, and you are far behind in experience. ”

"Demon hunters don't rely on strength to fight Chaos, but experience, the experience accumulated by generations of old hunters and victims." Celestein said meaningfully: "If you rely solely on brute force, your vein will be cut off a long time ago. ”

The Demon Hunter didn't answer her, but nodded at the Ranger.

The team split into two parts, searching in two different directions, both sides full of anger and searching for traces of chaos.

In a tunnel dug by the tentacles, Boss Polk is instructing his two men to let the wind go through the exit.

And behind him, the wounded Karl? Marx was leaning weakly against the wall.

When the attack took place, the mercenary Mancini blocked the attack of the fallen nuns almost immediately. But Marx was still stabbed in the lower abdomen by a nun because he was too close.

With desperate resistance from Mancini and his men, the militiamen took the wounded Marx and fought and retreated, eventually breaking up at a crossroads.

Creation made people, but I didn't expect that it was Boss Pock who finally brought Mr. Marx out of danger.

"Old friend, long time no see. I didn't expect it to be like this when we met again. Marx said weakly, the weapons of the fallen nuns were contaminated with the power of chaos, so that Marx's wounds could not be healed. Black traces of decay spread along the blood vessels around the wound towards the heart.

"Mike, can I still call you that? I think I'm more used to that, hehe. Leaning against the wall, Boss Pock listened to his lungs gasping like bellows, and as a fat fellow, the way almost killed him.

"Absolutely, my friend. Why not? I know you have a lot of doubts. Marx smiled weakly and spat out a mouthful of black blood: "Do you want to know my secret?" Friends? ”

PS: Which voice software to use today, I feel that the recognition rate is still okay, but the punctuation marks need to be added by yourself, but it's a bit shameful to read it... PS Thank you for the reward of the book friend @lazy Ying Long PS: Tomorrow may be seven o'clock that chapter will be sent together at 12 o'clock, tomorrow because I have to drive out, I may not be able to code it out in time, sorry