PS: The prologue has a lot of information, so you can directly read the first chapter of the children's shoes in the fog.

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"How many people are there in the other party?"

“Only one.”

"Where is the strength?"

"I don't know, but it shouldn't be too strong."

In a short forest, a barbarian holding two swords and nearly three meters tall crouched on the ground, lowered his voice and said to his companion beside him: "That man was so seriously injured on the periphery of the 'raft', and I'm afraid he wouldn't be much stronger. You should know that the closer the 'raft' is to the center, the more dangerous it is, and that is the place where the strong men of all races are. From my perspective, that man's strength will not exceed level 4."

A handsome male elf crouched beside the barbarian. He said, "That is to say, that person is just a four-star hunter..."

When the word "hunter" was mentioned, a strong hatred and resentment shot out in the eyes of the handsome elf. He clasped his right hand tightly with the longbow and pinched his bow body. He gritted his teeth and said, "Since he only has the strength of level 4, don't think about going back alive. Since these damn humans have the courage to enter the "raft" to hunt us, they must have the awareness of being hunted! Who is the hunter and who is the prey... it is not certain!"

A thoughtful look appeared on the savage's face as if it was a tough and axe-cut, and after a moment, he nodded: "Okay... Even if that person is a five-star hunter, he will not be the opponent of the three of us after being seriously injured. But it's better to be cautious. In this way, you approach from the east, I will go around to the south to prevent him from crossing the river and then let the steel sand advance from the northwest. Once we gather the encirclement from three different directions, the man will definitely not be able to escape."

The handsome elf thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

The barbarian no longer hesitated, squatted down his lower body, slowly straightened his upper body, and then squeezed out a series of long whistles like wild animals from the depths of his throat.

The roar passed through the dense forest and came out from afar. The sound fell into the ears of others and was no different from the roar of ordinary beasts. However, a dwarf holding a musket in the dense forest not far away immediately showed a listening look after hearing it, and then his face was revealed. He turned around and headed northwest. Dunshi's short body fell silently, and was as quick as a bobcat.

So, a barbarian warrior, a moon elf hunter, and a musket dwarf called "Sand" quietly surrounded a man who had not yet appeared from three directions.

If it were hundreds of years ago, the three completely different races, barbarians, elves, and dwarves, were difficult to cooperate with each other and fight against each other. But now humans are dominant, and many alien races have little space to live, so they have to unite. Especially in an extremely special area of ​​"raft", the end of not uniting is death.

The forest land where the few people live is not large and it seems inconspicuous in the vast "raft". Three aliens moved in the forest and headed towards the center of the forest, where there was a target they were about to kill, a human.

Although they didn't know that human, there were sufficient reasons for killing based on the deep hatred between humans and many foreign races on the mainland alone.

On this continent, the hatred between humans and other alien races is completely irreconcilable. The only relationship between the two sides is killing and being killed, conquering and being conquering, enslaving and being enslaved. It is barbaric and rude.

The ranch is a condensed place of this hatred.

Among the three alien races, the Moon Elf Hunter is weak, but he is cunning enough. He is familiar with the forest environment and can make the best use of the geographical advantage and hide himself. The barbarian warrior is quite powerful, probably equivalent to the human level 4 strong man. The musket dwarf is extremely close to level 5, and the dark and short musket in his hand is completely a weapon within ten meters. Under the siege of these three people, ordinary five-star hunters are probably not opponents, and only six-star or more hunters can deal with it.

The word hunter has its own special meaning in "race", that is, "hunting people from alien races". The prey in the ranch is not ordinary beasts, but all alien races except humans. The hunter can only be humans. This model seems unimaginable to the various races a hundred years ago! But under the current continental structure, it is natural. Human hunters enter the ranch and try every means to hunt foreign prey - this is the operating form of the ranch.

Durand is a hunter. According to the archive records he kept in the Hunter Hall, he should be the lowest-level one-star hunter.

If it corresponds to the level division of human professions, it is the weakest level of professionals.

When three powerful, cunning, and hostile aliens approached quietly from three directions, the "weakest" star hunter Durand was sitting cross-legged under a short tree in the center of the woodland.

His face looked extremely unhappy, he held a cigar in his mouth and sweared to himself: "Damn! He actually said I am a magician? A bastard! You TMD is a magician! Your grandma's whole family is a magician!!"

Not long ago, Durand had just fought with a great enemy, but he didn't expect that the other party would actually regard himself as a magician, which made Durand furious. With his anger value exploding, he reversed his disadvantages and repelled the powerful Thunder Titan.

Half a day after the battle, he was still not satisfied. At this time, he was still muttering: "...Magic? How could I be such a low-end thing? Humph! I am the fighting method from the powerful main plane "Sendro"......Huh?"

Durand suddenly had a look of listening. After a moment, his mouth curled and he sneered: "Three little bugs! Do you dare to have a plan for me? Humph..."

Durand shook his head and continued to bow his head and do his own thing indifferently.

Under the short tree, he was naked, revealing smooth but not exaggerated muscle lines. His skin was particularly delicate, enough to make all women jealous, and a strange halo in the sun. However, a hideous wound destroyed the beauty of his upper body.

It was a wound that extended from the left shoulder scapula to the right waist and abdomen. The wound was extremely deep, and blood kept flowing out of the flesh and blood, gathering under Durand into a small pool of blood.

The wound was treated simply. At this time, Durand held the cigar very casually, and quickly wrapped the hemostatic bandages around him. The severe pain when the bandage tightened the wound made him grin and the cigar swayed up and down, but his hands were always stable. Durand seemed to have no idea that the imminent danger was already imminent, but he was just concentrating on wrapping the bandages, as if this was the only thing left in his eyes.

There was also a dark musket placed on the turf beside Durand.

There are many mottled marks on the handle of the red paint. It seems that this gun is a bit old. The barrel is thicker than ordinary dwarf muskets, with feet as thick as calves! It is more than three times the length of the normal one! Such a giant musket is difficult to master even if the dwarf tribe is skilled in this way. I don’t know how a human like Durand can use it.

The forest was silent and danger was still approaching.

But Durand still seemed to be unaware of anything.

When the fastest Moon Elf Hunter dived within thirty meters, Durand finally reacted. He glanced at the direction where the Moon Elf Hunter was, then raised his right hand as if it were normal and grabbed a punch in front of him. With his movements, a large piece of orange-red flame jumped out of his palm and instantly condensed into a singular flame sword.

There was a hint of cruelty at the corner of his lips. Durand held the hilt of the knife, aimed the blade at the ground, and stabbed hard!

The blade formed by the flames instantly broke through the ground, and most of it was sinking into the ground. At the same time, a fire flashed under the feet of the elf hunter, and a blade broke through the ground. It was the piece that Durand stabbed into the ground! However, at this time, the blade that broke out from the ground was dozens of times larger than the normal size, nearly half a meter wide, and more than ten meters in length.

The giant blade stabbed out from the feet of the Moon Elf Hunter like lightning, flashed away, and was retracted into the ground in just a moment.

The Moon Elf Hunter was still moving forward, and his vigilant look on his face was still lifelike. But a bright red blood line suddenly appeared in the middle of his body, and then his whole body cracked in half out of thin air. Large swaths of flesh and blood organs immediately surged out of nowhere and scattered all over the ground. The Moon Elf Hunter, who had reached level 4, did not feel where the attack came from until he died.

Durand pulled out the long flame sword as if nothing had happened and threw it away.

Before the flame knife landed, it quietly dissipated into large pieces of broken flames and disappeared immediately.

Across the distance of thirty meters, he killed a fourth-level moon elf hunter without even looking at it. How could Durand act like a one-star rookie hunter?! You should know that the magic he just showed was not only powerful, but also unpredictable, and instantly killed an alien race with great strength. His magic control and spell casting methods were far beyond the reach of ordinary magicians. More importantly, this superb magic is by no means a fire-type magic known to the mainland!

The moon elf hunter died silently, so that his two companions were unaware of it and were still continuing their combat plan that was no different from the death.

After a moment, Durand's ears moved slightly. His face remained silent, but he quietly let out a hand and grabbed the giant musket beside him. The weight of the musket was as terrifying as its body size, but in Durand's hands it seemed that it had lost all its weight, as light as a toy.

Not far behind Durand, the majestic body of the barbarian warrior loomed in a bush.

The barbarian lurked here quietly, but he didn't know that one of his companions had been dealt with. But this was not the most deadly. The most deadly thing was that he thought he was hiding perfectly, but in fact he had already fallen into Durand's perception.

From the perspective of the barbarian, you can't see the musket in Durand's hand, you can only see Durand's back sitting cross-legged. From behind, Durand was completely unprepared and could easily solve it with just a casual sword.

He smiled contemptuously, the barbarian concentrated and held his breath, then suddenly exerted force on his whole body and shot towards Durand like a shell!

His explosive power was extremely strong. He reached less than two meters behind Durand with just one leap. The savage's huge body was still in the air, with his hands raised his swords and about to be cut down!

However, as the barbarian was about to send out a thunderous blow, a thick and cold gun barrel suddenly appeared on Durand's shoulder, and the gun hole was so deep that it could not be seen at all.

Durand's movement was very simple, just holding the musket on his shoulder with his backhand, aiming the muzzle behind him, aiming it at the barbarian who was still in the air behind him. He was like eyes on his back, both in the correct head and in the grasp of the timing, and they were accurate and perfect. The muskets of the dwarf clan's specialty were astonishing in the medium and short distances, and the barbarian was only less than two meters away from the muzzle at this time!

A shocked expression had just appeared on the barbarian's face, and a little red light suddenly lit up deep in the gun hole.

Bang!!

A rough gunshot instantly broke the silence in the forest.

In the large fire, the barbarian warrior was hit head-on by countless soaring iron sand. These extremely high temperature iron sand contained great kinetic energy, ruthlessly tearing the barbarian's majestic body to pieces.

The gunshots were still echoing, and the barbarian who was still alive the moment before had turned into countless minced meat, dyeing the jungle behind Durand into pieces of red, like purgatory on earth.

Durand did not look back from beginning to end.

He laughed in a low voice, then gently put down the slightly hot musket and continued to wrap the bleeding bandage. On his face, he could still see a vague feeling of unfinishedness, as if killing was a great enjoyment for him.

After a while, Durand finally finished the last bit of work. His entire upper body was wrapped tightly with white hemostatic bandages.

It is never easy to fight against the severe pain of the wound. After finally stopping the bleeding, Durand couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He moved carefully, then stood up slowly, fearing that the wound would burst again with great movement.

Then he didn't see any casting moves, and an ice-blue magic shield appeared out of thin air beside him.

Almost at the moment when the shield was formed, a small piece of musket projectile splashed and hit the magic shield with a bang. However, all these powerful projectiles were blocked and did not hurt Durand at all. The magic shield as thin as a cicada's wing actually had incredible defense.

Taking off the cigar in his mouth, Durand shouted a little impatiently: "Don't try to escape, otherwise you really won't be able to survive."

"Uh--" A diagonally, ten meters away, a musket dwarf stood there in a ridiculous position of being ready to turn around and escape.

Durand's words made him dare not move at all. Large beads of sweat oozed out from every pore in his body and then rolled down.

There are many alien races in the pasture, and although the overall number is not countless, the mainland is definitely the largest gathering place for alien races. Although alien races did not voluntarily stay on this land.

Among many alien races, the musket dwarf is good at fighting at medium and short distances, especially within ten meters of huge lethality. However, the musket that this musket dwarf is proud of failing to cause any damage to Durand, and all ammunition is blocked by a thin ice-attribute magic shield. This shocked the dwarf inexplicably. Especially after just seeing the incredible power of the musket in Durand's hand, the dwarf completely lost the courage to compete with Durand.

After hesitating for a moment, the musket dwarf made the decision to give up resistance.

"See... I'm a ghost! Why did you hit such an evil star?" The dwarf trembled and placed the musket in his hand on the ground, then lowered his head. This means admitting defeat and surrendering among the musket dwarfs.

The dwarf didn't dare to speak, but couldn't help but glance at the giant musket that was one-meter-long on the ground beside Durand. Compared with his musket that was only half a meter long, Durand's musket was twice as long. The huge power often brought terrifying recoil. The dwarf had no doubt that if he used Durand's musket, his shoulder would be shattered by the huge recoil. He couldn't figure it out, how could a human who seemed to be a magician use such a perverted dwarf musket? And it was one-handed?

At this time, Durand had already picked up the huge musket on the ground and walked to the dwarf.

He looked at the dwarf who was dejected and let his hair fall, looked up and down, and asked lightly: "Are you a musket dwarf? Well, let me see, it shouldn't be the storm dwarf who pretended to be a musket, right?"

"I am a pure musket dwarf, not a fake." The dwarf replied honestly, while secretly praying that the other party would not kill. Fortunately, the rules of the ranch were "dead prey would never be as good as living." Therefore, Gangsha was not very worried that the other party would kill him if he had given up on resistance. After all, for hunters, a living dwarf could often sell for a better price.

However, thinking of the tragic fate after being sold, the musket dwarf couldn't help but feel regretful. This time, not only did he kick the iron plate, but he was also the hardest type of iron plate. He could meet such people outside the ranch, and his luck was so bad that he couldn't be worse.

The dwarf suddenly thought: Since this human is so strong, how could he be seriously injured? In the entire range of the ranch, except for the top strong men of all races, I am afraid that no one can hurt him like this...

Without letting him think too much, Durand spoke again and asked, "Dwarf, your name?"

"Steel sand." The dwarf lowered his head: "Steel sand.Vol."

"Oh, the last name is 'Vol', so I really mean pure blood musket dwarf..." Durand touched the beard on his chin and smiled: "You are lucky today and let you go! If you are not a pure blood musket dwarf, I will definitely shoot you in the head with one shot! Get out!"

What?! Steel Sand can't believe its ears.

He looked up in surprise and asked stammeringly, "What did you say?"

"Didn't you hear it?" Durand immediately turned cold: "If you ask you to get out, you'll get out! Where can you get so much nonsense?! Get out! Get out quickly!"

Gangsha was stunned for a moment, then nodded like a scallion, hurriedly picked up the musket on the ground, and ran away step by step three times. While running, he shouted: "Thank you, sir, thank you! A magician like you, who is powerful, graceful and honest, will definitely receive blessings from the gods! Oh, may the God of the Plane bless you forever!!"

Durand stood there without moving, carrying a musket.

He waited quietly until the dwarf walked away, and a strange smile gradually appeared on his face, muttering in a voice that he could only hear: "Plane God Slander? What a shit thing? This is not the main plane, where does the God Slanderer come from? Humph, it's really his grandma..."

After muttering for a while, Durand cursed his lips and took big steps to one direction.
Chapter completed!