The ranger opened his bow and opened the arrow, and the precise arrow shot the rope. Before the militia's corpse landed, the ranger had already flew under the corpse and caught the corpse.

He knew this person who was hung up. Although he didn't remember his name, the Ranger knew this face. He was one of the ten people in the camp who first started learning archery from him. He was probably one of the few apprentices who could continue to fight.

"Ten minutes ago, we left here." The young man Carl took a homemade dagger and carefully observed the surroundings, saying to the demon hunter: "My father wouldn't leave like this, he will definitely leave some traces on me."

The Demon Hunter nodded at the teenager, his father, Rick Grimes, was a sophisticated guy who impressed the Demon Hunter with his son.

But even a real professional would be caught off guard when facing the power of chaos. Xu Yichen carefully checked the traces around him, trying to find out where Marx was going.

Ranger closed his last apprentice's eyes with his fingers. Although he had not known each other for a long time, these ten people had always been very respectful to him. They told Ranger that before this, no professional would teach them fighting skills, and they were very grateful to him.

According to the Cyrisians, he was a teacher for one day and a father for life. Most of the people he taught had already sacrificed themselves to fight those aberrants this night. He was a little sad, but not angry, but this one was different.

Death to the battlefield is the destination of a soldier. Whether he is prepared or not, war is war.

And he was tied up by someone, cut the corners of his mouth, and hung it on this pillar. He suffered a lot of torture and was tortured and killed by others.

The Ranger dipped his fingers in the blood of his apprentice and drew a complex pattern on his face, which meant that he wanted to avenge his apprentice and would not stop until death.

[Enemesis: Designate a certain type of enemy as your old enemy. When targeting this type of enemy, you will cause additional damage. Please select your old enemy type.] (Professional talent)

"Select type: Chaos... Type error... Unable to select"

"Select Type: Chaos... Type Error... Triggering Talent Mutation Quest."

[Blood debt and blood payment: The young man who asked you how to maintain bowstring yesterday has turned into a corpse today, a corpse that was maliciously desecrated. Anger accumulates in your chest, and even the peaceful heart of a ranger cannot be suppressed. Since that is the case, then blood debt and blood payment, find out the murderer! Sent her to death!]

"I found her place, head." The Ranger put down the body in his hand and said in a cold tone: "Now this is not just your business, nun, one of your traitors is mine."

On the other side, the boy Carl found a trace of the dagger in the corner of the wall: "This is the mark left by my father. This mark represents the mark of my father following them in this direction!"

The Demon Hunter looked at the Ranger and then at the young Carl. The directions the two pointed were completely inconsistent.

"It seems we need to split into two groups." The Demon Hunter said to the Nun Silent: "Carl and I go along, and the Ranger will take you to find another team of traitors!"

The Ranger nodded, sorted out the arrows he had just collected from the militia, and placed them one by one in his arrow bag.

"No, I'm going with you, I have to make sure that there are my people on each side, and the traitors must be cleaned up! Let's do it yourself!" Celistein said: "Misal is an excellent warrior and a senior clerk nun. Her power is very strong, especially since she has defected to Chaos now, and you may not be able to fight her alone."

"Don't forget that I've brought you all down by myself." The Demon Hunter said proudly: "Maybe you should care more about your people. If that Sister Misal is not on my way, how should you fight against her?"

"Don't be too complacent. What you saw just now was not the entire power of the nun. We are warriors against Chaos. In the face of Chaos, we naturally have our own ways to solve it." The Nun Silent gradually adapted to speaking, and now he has become more and more fluent: "We are professional and have rich experience."

"Don't forget my profession, I am a demon hunter." Despite saying that, Xu Yichen did not refuse the request of Sister Silent.

"I know, you are a demon hunter, but you are just an apprentice. Don't deny that I know them. I can almost call out the names of every demon hunter, and those names do not have your name." Following the hunter, the Nun Silent said: "Maybe most of the existing demon hunters are not as good as yours, but you are still a novice, and you are too poor in experience."

"The demon hunter does not rely on strength to fight chaos, but experience, the experience accumulated by generations of old hunters and victims." Selistein said meaningfully: "If you only rely on brute force, your lineage would have been cut off long ago."

The Demon Hunter did not answer her, but nodded at the Ranger.

The team was divided into two parts and searched in two different directions. No matter which side, they were full of anger, looking for traces of chaos.

In a tunnel dug by those tentacles, Boss Poke was instructing his two men to let the air out of the exit.

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

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

With the desperate resistance of Mancini and his men, the militiamen fought and retreated with the injured Marx, and finally got separated at a crossroads.

Good fortune made people feel bad, but unexpectedly, it was Boss Pock who eventually took Mr. Marx out of danger.

"Old friend, long time no see. I didn't expect that this would be the scene when we met again." Marx said weakly. The weapons of the fallen nun were stained with the power of chaos, which made Marx's wound unable to heal. The black corrupt traces spread along the blood vessels around the wound to the heart.

"Mike, can I still call you that? I think I'm used to it, haha." leaning against the wall, Boss Poke listened to his lungs gasping like a bellows. As a fat guy in his body, he almost killed him along the way.

"Of course, my friend. Why not? I know you have a lot of doubts." Marx smiled weakly and spitted out a mouthful of black blood: "Do you want to know my secret? Old friend?"

PS: Which voice software to use today? I feel that the recognition rate is OK, but I need to add the punctuation marks by myself, but it’s a bit shameful to read the novel... PS Thanks to book friend @小 Yinglong for his reward PS: The chapter will probably be posted at 12 o'clock tomorrow. Because I have to drive out tomorrow, I may not be able to code it in time. Sorry
Chapter completed!