Wake up.

Vitality returned to his body again, and Roger got out of bed, judging by experience, it should be around 4 p.m.

With his stomach empty, he stewed a large pot of food, and then swallowed it with a gulp.

There was still some time before it got dark, Roger didn't want to delay, picked up the iron axe and went into the woods, he needed to find more herbs, only by making a sufficient number of concentration potions, he could improve his physical fitness as quickly as possible.

And that set of basic fighting techniques.

It was obviously used to help Roger control his muscles, and it didn't have much actual combat effect, it should be to lay the foundation for subsequent cultivation.

The demon hunter in the game is a master of weapons, in addition to steel and silver swords, he is also proficient in a variety of weapons, but now Roger can only slash with the iron axe in his hand.

This time, Roger's luck was surprisingly good, and he found several key herbs in the woods after the rainstorm, and the part he had picked before was enough for him to make a concentration potion.

Looking at the setting sun, Roger hurried to brew a potion, but it was too late to take it, he hesitated for a moment, then filled the potion, got up and went to the lighthouse.

Kant stood by the iron gate in front of the lighthouse, he looked a little restless, until he saw Roger's figure, he let out a hearty laugh, and then took the initiative to meet him.

"It's getting dark, come in."

"Storms can come at any time, and it's dangerous to stay in the cabin."

Kant let Roger into the house, followed him closely, and locked the iron door.

"Come up and eat something, I boiled some porridge and added some meat to it."

"I'm afraid tonight is going to be very long."

Kant said as he walked upstairs.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Kant, but I'm not hungry at all, I just want to get some rest now."

Roger refused.

Kant didn't speak, he stared at Roger a few times, and a smile squeezed out of his face.

"Okay, then I'll go up alone."

The whole lighthouse became quiet, and after staying in the confined space for a long time, there would be some problems in people's hearts.

Roger could not have imagined how Kant had lived in this environment for two years.

After a long time, it rained heavily outside, and the time came in the middle of the night.

Kant's figure leaned down from upstairs, "The storm is coming, those monsters are coming, you have a good rest below!" ”

After saying that, he ran up.

Click!

Roger heard Kant close the wooden door on the second floor leading to the upper level of the lighthouse.

Boom, thunder rolled outside the lighthouse, and after waiting for a while, Roger quietly climbed to the second floor.

He pressed his ear to the door panel and listened carefully for a while, and in the thunder, Kant's murmur could be faintly heard.

At this moment, there was a sudden loud noise downstairs, as if something was frantically slamming against the iron gate of the lighthouse.

Tong! Tom!

The sound was so loud that Roger didn't even feel like a living creature was running outside.

Just then a gunshot rang out.

Kant also began to shoot.

Roger scurried downstairs as fast as he could, and in the flickering light, he could clearly see that the iron door was trembling, and some weak points had been deformed.

"What the hell is this?!"

Roger's face changed wildly.

The fish-men who attacked his wooden house last night definitely didn't have such terrifying power, did they still know how to use tools?

Roger realized that the lighthouse might not be as safe as he thought, so he rushed into the corner, carried the debris that Kant had accumulated during the day behind the door, and then dragged the wooden bed over and on top of it.

At this moment, the trembling of the iron door became more and more violent, and Roger picked up the iron axe and ran to the second floor again, and he kicked the wooden door frantically.

"Open the door!"

"There's something hitting the iron gate of the lighthouse down there, and that thing is very strong, I'm afraid that the door won't stop him!"

In such a narrow environment, once the iron gate under the lighthouse is breached, as long as three or two fishmen pour in, Roger will be killed in an instant.

Although his current physical fitness is stronger than that of ordinary people, and he has last night's record, Roger is very sober and knows the limit of his actual combat strength.

Bang bang bang!

"Hurry up and open the door!"

Only Kant's gunshots could be heard from above, but there was no response, and as the crashing sound from downstairs grew louder and louder, Roger's heart was on fire for a moment, and he picked up his axe and slashed at the wooden door in front of him.

Click!

The blade of the axe jammed into the plank, and Roger increased his strength and slashed again.

Tom tom!

The sound of the impact became more and more intense, sweat was pouring down his forehead, and the wooden door inside the lighthouse had obviously been specially modified by Kant, and it really couldn't be split for a while.

Crunch!

Just then, there was a harsh sound of metal tearing from downstairs.

Roger's scalp exploded, he leaned down and looked down, in the darkness, a hideous body smashed the corner of the iron door, and was desperately tearing with sharp claws!

"it!"

Roger's face changed in fright, and it would take a while to split the wooden door, but the monster below could get in at any time, so he rushed downstairs as fast as he could, raised his axe and slashed at it.

While!

Roger's full axe slashed the monster's shoulder, but it made a clashing sound, and the monster let out a scream and quickly withdrew its arm.

His arm was dripping with blood, but in reality it was nothing more than a flesh wound.

"This guy has such high defense!"

Lightning and thunder, with the help of a flash of electric light outside the lighthouse, Roger saw the monster clearly.

It looked taller than a normal fish-man, with a dark blue body and a slender body, which was very similar to a normal human in appearance.

"Quack!"

The monster let out an eerie cry, and several small fishmen rushed up.

There was a hole in the iron door, and if the hole was widened a little more, the smaller fishmen could barely squeeze in.

As for the tear in the gap in the iron door, these fishmen didn't care, the scale armor on their bodies was enough to withstand minor scratches.

Roger raised his axe and slashed at the fishmen who approached the gap, but as time went on, he wounded several of them, but the gap in the iron gate gradually widened.

The bolt fixed to the wall also trembled wildly, and it wouldn't be long before the door was torn!

If you continue to stay here, you will only be able to live a little longer.

"No, you have to go up!"

As he waved the axe in his hand, he shouted, "Kant, open the door for me!" ”

"The iron gate below won't last long, and you won't be able to escape when they break through here!"

Roger's voice was heard far away, and at that moment, the gunfire on the top floor paused slightly, and it wasn't long before Kant's voice came from upstairs.

"Hurry up!"

Roger looked up and saw Kant's gloomy face, he was overjoyed, and he swung several axes in a row to block the fish-man at the door, and rushed upstairs as fast as he could.

The tearing sound at the iron gate grew louder, and a fish-man struggled to get into the lighthouse.

As soon as Roger climbed to the second floor, he saw Kant carrying an oil lamp and slamming it on the pile of debris at the door!

In an instant, orange flames rose into the sky!