First of all, the birth time of the evil god they call the Storm Spirit must have been after the end of the reign of the gods.

Because the Norse gods would certainly not allow a totemic god to steal their faith, even though there is no "storm" priesthood in the Norse gods.

According to Dante, after the fall of the gods, the human world has legally belonged to the king of the eternal abyss.

How could an abyss lord dare to offend the territory of an abyss lord?

Of course, the demons are not monolithic, for example, the Abyss Lord is the front-line commander of another Maharaja, and wants to break his wrists with the Eternal Day Maharaja or something.

Therefore, it is impossible to completely dismiss the words of the Storm Spirit because of this, and it can only be said that it is doubtful.

Chalotra said in a deep voice: "I will personally take someone to the site to investigate, the problem should not be as serious as you think." ”

"Otherwise, it won't be a Nasrezm that has crossed over, but an entire Abyss Legion. ”

Leon nodded: "I don't think the demons will invade from there in a big way, but keeping that door is also a disaster after all." ”

"Don't worry, now that I know about this, I will inform the Witches Association as soon as possible and find someone to seal that door down. ”

Li Ang still wanted to ask, but saw Chalotra wave his hand a little rudely: "The information you brought is very effective, but this matter is no longer something that you juniors can mix. ”

"It's only one mission and it's miserable to look like this, which is annoying to watch. ”

His eyes were sharp, sweeping over Inriri's pale face.

He looked a little disappointed.

After all, Leon looked unharmed.

He knew that his Wolf School junior was not as good as Dante's student, but the difference was so obvious that he still felt gloomy.

Innelli lowered her head, not daring to look directly at this "wild dragon".

Before leaving, Leon whispered, "Mr. Chalotra, if there is still a target commissioned by the Medium Sequence Demon, remember to keep it for me first." ”

Chalotra was surprised, "Just came back and still going?"

"Yes. ”

Charlotra banged on the table a little anxiously and said perfunctorily, "Okay, I'll keep an eye on it for you." ”

"Thank you for your help. ”

He waved his hand like a fly, but then he thought of something and called out to the two who had already walked to the door: "Wait a minute. ”

"What else do you have to do?"

Chalotra threw over a small crystal bottle, which was caught by Leon, and when he looked down, he saw that it was a clear purple potion.

"This is a potion that replenishes blood, and it is taken once in the morning and once in the evening for three days. ”

When he had finished speaking, he turned back and drank to himself.

Leon smiled dumbly and handed the potion to Inriri.

When he got to the backyard, he said, "Mr. Chalotra is really not a bad person, but he has a rough temper and a stinky mouth, which is quite pitiful to think about." ”

Innelly was surprised, "Why is it pitiful?"

"He must have had very few friends. ”

Li Ang sighed: "After all, I will never be able to catch up with it." ”

"But it's hard to be around someone like Mr. Chalotra. ”

No one likes someone who has a bad face and a short temper like a powder keg all day long, even if he is not bad by nature.

...

The demon hunting commissions in Northern Europe were indeed few compared to those in the southern regions, and Leon waited for a full three days to recuperate and recuperate, and finally waited for a commission.

The target is still unknown, except that many people have suddenly died in the local town, and the first wave of low-level witchers who went to deal with the incident are gone.

By the time the order is taken, the target is mostly unknown.

It's not like a trial of grass.

However, the Grass Trial is to take care of the seedlings, so it will invest a huge amount of money to explore the target in advance, and it can also be regarded as giving novice demon hunters some intelligence support to improve their survival rate and clearance rate.

This time, Leon didn't take Innelly with him and set off alone.

Inniri's injuries are too serious, although they are supported by potions, not to the extent that they break their muscles and bones for a hundred days, but at least they need about ten days to recuperate, so as not to fall into sequelae.

...

North Sweden, in the eastern foothills of Scandinavia, the small town of Sbruck.

A man in a fisherman's hat and a black trench coat was walking along the dirt path.

He saw people walking weakly on the streets, and the burly Nordic men of the past seemed to be hollowed out by disease.

They did not suffer from the Black Death, but with another disease.

The man's gaze didn't linger on them for long, and he walked into a tavern around the corner ahead.

The tavern was empty, and he sat down at a random table, and placed the fisherman's hat on it, revealing a pale face.

He was very handsome, with no beard on his chin, and his excessively pale face made his whole temperament look very feminine.

The tavernkeeper came with a tray and placed a glass of inferior ale on his table: "Have a drink, pretty boy." ”

He threw the copper on the tray and said, "Good." ”

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like the cry of a night owl, which gave people a sense of foreboding.

The tavern owner smiled - >>

"Don't you want to eat anything else?" I have freshly roasted lamb and black bread smeared with honey. ”

"No, I don't need anything like that. ”

"Good guest. ”

The tavern keeper didn't leave, smiling as he drank the wine from his glass, the corners of his mouth slowly arcing.

"What are you doing standing in front of me?"

He slowly lowered his glass and said something that made the tavernkeeper's face change drastically: "You want to wait until I'm poisoned and then use me as a barbecue ingredient?"

"You know you still drink?"

The tavernkeeper's expression was gloomy, and he had put a special poison in the wine, and as long as it was a living creature, it would surely die if it was consumed.

But what this beautiful boy did made him even more suspicious.

The man stood up and chuckled, "Wine that can poison people doesn't kill me." ”

The tavern owner asked, "Who are you?"

"Your captors. ”

He slowly pulled out a long sword similar to Fisher's slash from its scabbard, the blade of which was only single-edged, but because the tail of the sword was riveted with a counterweight ball, it still belonged to the category of swords by the standards of this era, not knives.

"Witcher?"

The tavernkeeper's face tugged at a sinister grin, and an eerie wind howled, closing the door in an instant.

"Even if you're a witcher and drink my wine, how much strength can you exert?"

Three bone spurs came out of its back with a snort, and its upper body slumped forward and lay on the ground, its mouth grinning, revealing its white fangs.

"Ten out of ten, of course. ”

The witcher's face was not shaking.

He comes from a very small school of witchers, the undead.

Although the Undead School is small in scale, thin in staff, and in a state of being in a single line all year round, this does not mean that they are not powerful.

The reason for the thinness of the population is that their inheritance is different from that of the general public, and every demon hunter of the Undead School must be an immortal who has come back from the dead.

It is commonly known as the "undead".

Only the undead who have experienced death can inherit the terrible mysteries of their inheritance.

The witcher slammed his sword into the ground, his movements unhurried, in the bewildered gaze of the demon who had manifested his true form.

He lifted his trench coat, revealing hideous faces buttoned around his belt.

In an instant, the demon seemed to hear countless piercing and terrible roars, and it suddenly had the illusion of great terror in front of it, and wanted to turn around and flee.

But it forcibly suppressed this impulse, because the aura of the demon hunter in front of him was clearly only a low sequence.

The corners of the witcher's mouth curled into a wicked smile, and he took off the first demon face, which was a strange face like white bones.

These faces are all made of demons and secret methods, and they are sealed with powerful demon spirits one after another.

These demon faces were not all hunted by him, but the "Horcruxes" passed down from generation to generation by the Undead School.

He covered his face with the first demon face, and from the demon face suddenly sprouted dense flesh buds, which stuck to his face.

It turned him into a bone monster with fangs.

He whispered, "The First Demon - the Ghost Eater. ”

The demon took a step back with some fear, and now, the other party's aura was no longer a low sequence, but a genuine middle sequence.

Flush with it!

The witcher didn't stop moving, he removed the second face, a furry, beast-like face.

"The second demon - the hunter. ”

The demon's face covered his face, and countless short black thick hairs suddenly gushed out of his body, and the roots were hard.

He took off the third, a bloody face that looked like a fleshy demon with no skin at all, and a layer of blood-colored mist overflowed from his pores the moment it was covered on his face.

"The Third Demon - Bone Demon. ”

After three demon faces in a row, he has completely deformed into a strange demon.

His body was surrounded by a blood-red mist, and the real demon seemed harmless to some humans in comparison.

"What the hell are you monster?"

The demon asked, shuddering.

This time, the witcher did not answer its question.

With a flash of blood, he put the blade back into its scabbard and walked in front of the demon.

Immediately, the demon fell to the ground with a pop, and his head had been cut off.

He crouched down, took a sharp dagger from behind his waist, cut off the demon's face, and placed it in a glass jar filled with black potion.

This will be the first magic face he has ever made.

The Witchers of the Undead School often don't need a gratuity, and each time they kill a mid-sequence demon, they become more powerful.

And there is no risk of uncontrollable distortion.

Because of this, their cultivation methods are very different from those of orthodox demon hunters, although there has never been a high order, but their strength is beyond doubt.

Putting the glass jar away, the witcher was about to leave, when a question suddenly sounded behind him.

"You seem to have robbed me of my prey. ”

Turning his head, a hint of surprise appeared on the hunter's face, for he didn't even notice when the other party had appeared.