In the taiga, the witcher led the young man to a makeshift camp. The camp was very simple, with a green cloth tent and a fire, and on top of the fire there was half of the roast pig that had not been eaten.

"You help me send a message to the other witchers, and tell them everything we know. I'm going to get ready, I'm going to recapture that guy!" the witcher glanced at the young man, then turned and walked into the tent.

The area of this tent is quite large, and the two beds in it are still very spacious. At the head of the bed in the back of the room, there was a large wooden box. The witcher opened the wooden box, only to see that it was full of various things. There were dry food, clothing, weapons, and some bottles and cans, but they were just haphazardly arranged, as if they were not pills.

The witcher looked inside the box, his brow furrowed slightly, as if annoyed by the messy scene. With a soft sigh, he began to roll up in the frost.

At first, he pulled out a dagger. The daggers looked ordinary, but the witcher's hand shook slightly, and with a 'whoosh', the daggers turned into several handles. It's not a supernatural technique.,It's just an ordinary mechanism.,Turning a dagger into a weapon like a weapon.。

After glancing at the dagger, he shook his head and threw it into the box again.

Then, he took out another dagger, but this one was a thousand times more strange than the previous one in terms of shape and material. The dagger is not a monolith, but is made up of a round coin. Each of the coins that make up this dagger has an old yellow sheen, and it is unknown how old it is.

"What the hell is this?" the witcher's mouth twitched, and a look of bewilderment and disdain appeared on his face. After looking at it for a moment, he impatiently threw the strange dagger into the wooden box, causing a pleasant sound of gold coin trembling.

Then, he took out a short sword from the box, picked it up and looked at it carefully. The appearance of this short sword is also very ordinary, but if there is a very unusual structure, it is that there is a deep blood groove on the short body of the short sword.

The weapons on the Totem Continent are all not blood-slotting. If Hu Gao saw this sword, he would definitely pat the demon hunter on the shoulder and sigh, 'Fellow Daoist!'.

Looking at the dagger, the witcher smiled with satisfaction, and then replaced the longsword he was carrying behind his back.

After carrying the dagger on his back, the witcher turned over the wooden box again. The wooden box was turned upside down, and finally, when it was to the bottom, the witcher's eyes lit up.

At the bottom of this forest chest is a crossbow. But the appearance of this crossbow is very strange. The size of this crossbow is very large, and judging from Hu Gao's eyes, the size is completely comparable to a heavy machine gun, and it is estimated that with the size of this witcher and savage, it will also take both hands to move.

The body of the crossbow is large and thick, and the loaded bolts are hidden within the body. Judging from the size of this crossbow, it is estimated that twenty or thirty crossbow arrows can be loaded in it at one time.

The strangest thing is the position of the crossbow's head, that is, the place where the bolts are fired. The crossbow head is a cross-shaped bracket with the tip of the bracket extending out of the crossbow's range.

"Bianca, I didn't expect you to make a move!" The witcher held this strange giant crossbow in one hand, and stroked it with the other, as if he was caressing his lover, and it made people get goosebumps when they saw it.

After looking at it for a long time, the demon hunter shook his head and smiled softly, replacing the crossbow arrow he was carrying behind his back. Later, he found some arrows from the wooden boxes and put them in the quiver that hung from his waist.

Finally, after a long time, he found a small purple bottle in the wooden box. Holding the bottle, he carefully lifted the cap and opened a corner.

Suddenly, a burst of purple smoke came out of the bottle, and when the smoke came out, the whole tent shook, and a whimper was faintly heard.

Hearing this voice, the demon hunter hurriedly closed the cap of the bottle, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "It's okay, the effect of the medicine hasn't passed yet!" After laughing, he hurriedly put away the small bottle.

He took some supplies such as dark pills and dry food, and then walked out of the tent. When he got out of the tent, he saw the young man let a wild goose out, and it seemed that he had done what the demon hunter wanted him to do.

"I'll catch it again, let's go farther, don't destroy our camp!" the witcher smiled at the boy, turned and walked back into the taiga.

The boy ran up behind the witcher and followed him. It's just that at this time, there was still a curious look on his face, "Teacher, you said that you found the weakness of that kind of undead weirdo, is it true?"

"Of course it's true!" the witcher glared fiercely at the young man beside him. Seeing that the young man still looked incredulous, the demon hunter then spoke to him, "Do you remember that we hunted some extraordinary demons before?"

Hearing this, the young man's brows furrowed slightly, and he thought for a moment before he thought of something, "You mean those three demons we met in a small ravine ten years ago that almost killed you?"

"That's right!" the witcher nodded heavily, "Bah, I was a strategic retreat, what do you mean I almost died!"

"You were too young to remember. But what do I know clearly?" the witcher's eyes narrowed, as if at this moment he was not looking at the wild taiga, but from what had happened ten years ago, "I remember it very well. Those demons are just like the demons we were going to hunt before, they have a more terrifying face than ordinary demons, a faster speed than them, and a more powerful vitality, and they are almost impossible to kill!"

"Of course, those demons can't absorb the life force of living creatures!" said this, the witcher shrugged, "but I guess they're probably the same type." It's just that the demon we're going to hunt now may be the evolution or degradation of that kind of demon. Only by feeding on the life force of man can we live and have more power, God knows if this is evolution or degradation!"

The witcher remembered that he had seen a dying woman on the road a few days ago, but he had almost sucked out his vitality, and he felt his scalp tingle. The feeling of a rapid loss of life force is just too painful.

"It's not that you're, or you'll let Hao die like this, how good!" the young man glanced at the demon hunter with disdain.

"I'm kind, okay?" the witcher was upset for a moment, stopped and turned his head to stare at him sternly, "If I were your teacher, I would lead by example." Besides, if I hadn't saved her, how could I have known that there was another demon beast like this now?"

Seeing that the young man was about to speak again, the demon hunter quickly reached out and patted him on the body, "Don't say it, quickly find a place to lure that monster out." I'm going to try my best to figure out if the weakness of the demon ten years ago is still effective for this, and if not, I must find the weakness again. ”

"Otherwise, it will be very tricky, undead demons, it will give you a headache to think about!" the demon hunter raised his hand and touched his forehead, as if in some pain.

The two walked silently for about two hours. Finally stopped on a flat ground. This place must have been the result of a great battle, and all the surrounding trees and flowers were razed.

The demon hunter looked around for a long time, observing for a long time, and then spoke to the young man, "Well, the terrain here is good, just right for Bianca!"

"Don't you want me to do it this time?" the boy looked around as well, before finally asking the witcher.

"It's not a special demon, you don't have to do it. You duck aside and learn well!" The witcher shook his head and patted his chest, "I don't know if we're going to die in this business, I don't want you to learn my skills before you die!"

The boy didn't talk nonsense, and trotted until he ran out of the range of the flat ground, and only stopped after his figure disappeared in the taiga.

At this moment, the young man in the distance and the demon hunter on the flat ground both took out a pill and threw it into their mouths. The medicine is transformed into a liquid that flows into their stomachs. I saw that the aura they were hiding disappeared in an instant. If there were warriors here, it was estimated that they would not feel the slightest breath on them, as if they were living corpses.

After swallowing the pill, the witcher moved his body. Then he took out the purple medicine bottle he found from the wooden box, "I was curious about what I made, but I didn't expect it to be useful one day." Well, if there are many such demons, I guess I can make a fortune from you!"

"Smack!" the words fell, and the witcher raised his hand and slammed the bottle to the ground. There was a crunch and the bottle shattered. A strange smoke came out of the bottle, and a small snort and whisper came out.

The smoke was rising, and a strong anger came out of the smoke, as if a large number of people had gathered together at this moment. This is a very pure breath of vitality, or rather, the smoke has touched the breath of vitality.