Durand naturally didn't know what a guy who was more narcissistic than himself said, did, and how shocking the meaning behind what he said and did.

He even more unaware that Hederson did not leave the Pastor's City at all, but was caught by these three people of unknown origin and sealed in the hotel where they lived.

In fact, when Durand was patrolling the whole city, he passed by the inconspicuous small hotel. If he had unsealed the seal and then inspected it with insight, he would have had a great chance to notice something. However, Durand could not have remained unsealed at all times. Therefore, he only activated his insight with his level seven strength, so he naturally did not notice any abnormality, and he missed the prey under his nose.

"Okay, let's go." Durand looked up at the wind and snow in the sky, and the cold pasture in front of him. He greeted Vivian. He was about to take a step, but suddenly he frowned and took back the steps he had already taken.

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?" the girl asked strangely.

Durand did not answer, but glanced at the eyes slightly narrowed for a week, with seven-colored light flashing in his eyes. After a moment, he suddenly lit up his eyes, took a few steps in one direction, crouched down, put the dwarf musket aside, and then seemed to be checking something.

Vivian was a little confused by these series of actions, but she also knew that Durand would not do meaningless things, so she followed him, squatted down next to Durand, and carefully observed Durand's actions.

Durand groped in the snow and grass for a while. When he touched a certain place, his face moved slightly, and then he opened his hand and hung above the snow. Immediately afterwards, an invisible suction force swept out from the palm of his palm, and a small thing was actually "sucked" out of the snow by him!

It is actually not accurate to say that it is a matter of things - it should be a wisp of energy.

This strand of energy showed a pure white color, as small as an earthworm that shrank more than ten times. It was slightly twisted in Durand's palm. Vivian's face was surprised. She didn't know how Durand found such an inconspicuous white energy in the snow, and she had a new understanding of her teacher's abilities in her heart.

"What is this?" the girl asked.

"Energy." Durand said staring at the tiny white silk in his palm.

"Of course I know it's energy." The girl's voice was very light, as if she was afraid of blowing away the white energy in one breath. "I was asking, what kind of energy is this? It's too weak. I can't feel any attributes."

Durand frowned slightly and said with some uncertainty: "It should be the light energy. Is this the light magician left behind? Or the light element warrior? No, right... It seems that the energy nature is different, but it looks like the unique power of the sun elves, but which stupid sun elves will run to the outermost part of the ranch??"

This trace of energy is small and weak, like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time. Durand smelled the extremely pure power of light from it. In the impression, human magicians and elemental warriors cannot have such pure power. In the pasture, only the power attributes of the sun elves should be the closest to this wisp of energy, but there are some subtle differences that Durand cannot say, which makes Durand confused.

After thinking for a long time, I couldn't figure out what it was.

This strand of energy left by some narcissistic man accidentally when he was proud of himself was finally exhausted and dissipated with the wind.

"Huh--" Durand let out a sigh of relief, and his breath turned into a ball of white mist. He vaguely felt that this wisp of energy was unusual, but this time, the unique intuition of the combat mage did not bring him any obvious feelings or signs, neither the strong sense of crisis like a needle prick, nor the tension that caused the heart to be beating wildly.

After a moment, Durand stretched his brows again and put the matter aside, but in his heart, a faint shadow was faintly covered with a faint shadow that he himself did not notice.

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The pasture in winter is extremely deserted, and the white ones that catch your eye are still white. Durand and Vivian walked side by side, and the speed was not fast. Durand quietly observed the details around him along the way. While talking to Vivian, he would occasionally demonstrate the skills of using the orange flame ghost slash.

Time passed little by little, and neither master nor apprentice was in a hurry.

Durand was not in a hurry because the task was simple. He just needed to patrol and see if there were any abnormalities in the ranch. This kind of task was actually the simplest - just walk straight to the alien royal court in Full Moon Lake for a walk. If there is anything strange, you will definitely find some clues there.

Vivian was not in a hurry because it was rare that Durand could teach her around the clock when he was free. Especially after seeing Durand's Orange Flame Ghost Slash, the girl truly understood the true meaning of the sentence Durand said, "The version I taught you is not complete." Look at the Orange Flame Ghost Slash she cast, the girl felt a sense of frustration that she was still far away, far away... very far away.

"...A key to the Orange Flame Ghost Slash is unexpected."

Durand said slowly: "When taking action, avoid letting your opponent see any signs, and do not yell to increase his momentum, such as this--" With a gentle turn of his wrist, the strange-shaped long sword instantly condensed into shape. Durand gently held the hilt of the knife, and a lightly thorn was made, and the hot blade silently broke through a big tree beside him.

The moment the blade pierced, a tragic scream suddenly came from the inside of the seemingly ordinary tree, and the screams were filled with unspeakable pain and shock. The crown of the tree shook violently, a large area of ​​snow fell down, and the trunk squirmed, slowly a huge face appeared.

It was an old humanoid face, full of fear and pain, and the blade of the Orange Flame Ghost Slash was nailed to the middle of the forehead of the face.

The face on the tree screamed: "Human, you...how did you find me? Damn, damn! This is impossible!!"

Durand curled his lips with a faint disdain on his lips: "It's just the lowest-end tree demon in the forest tribe. You are just above level five. Is it strange that I discovered?"

With his wrist twisted, the blade was rotated in the trunk for half a circle, and the tree demon suddenly burst out with a shocking scream. The scream stopped abruptly at the highest point, and the big tree stopped shaking.

Durand pulled out the long flame sword with a plain expression, turned around and said to Vivian, who was full of surprise, "Did you see it? Even if you have discovered the enemy, don't show it easily and speak after you really succeed. Of course, when facing a real strong enemy, it is not enough to just succeed. You must kill the opponent thoroughly, then kill the second time and the third time before it is over."

Vivian's face turned stern. He nodded seriously and kept this in his heart.

The girl was about to say something, but suddenly her face changed. She suddenly turned her head and looked in one direction. On a big tree not far away, there was a faint figure hidden by the canopy and the heavy snow. Be careful.

When the girl looked over, the man was trying to pounce, intending to attack from the dead corner behind him. However, as soon as he saw that Vivian had discovered him, the man immediately changed his mind and turned around and ran away like a flying person.

Durand smiled slightly and said, "Look. I just told you that you should not show any strangeness when you find an enemy. Originally, we could wait for him to get closer and then calmly kill him. Now we have to waste our energy and energy to pursue. This kind of mistake should be avoided as much as possible in the future."

After the words came to an end, the girl felt a sudden flash of tears before she could respond. Durand's figure flashed and disappeared from Vivian's eyes. When she appeared again, she had already flashed behind the escaped man.

Vivian turned his head quickly. He wanted to capture Durand's movements, but only saw the last moment - Durand gently pressed against the person who escaped, stretched out his right hand, and gently patted the person's shoulder.

The force of this palm was very light, really light. It was so light that it only knocked down a little snow on the man's shoulder.

However, with such a light slap, the man's body was slightly unbalanced, and then he stepped on the air and immediately planted from the tree. However, the man reacted very quickly. After landing, he rolled to the side, got up and continued to run away. However, his body suddenly stopped, because a thick and dark barrel was pressing against his forehead.

Durand looked down at the extraordinary forest archer in front of him with expressionless expression and said lightly: "You'd better put down the blade hidden in the crack of your right finger. My gun will easily get fire."

The forest archer's face flashed with a fierce look and said with hatred: "It's ridiculous! Can I survive by putting down my weapons?"

"At least you can live a little longer." Durand looked at him seriously and said, "Or die better."

The Forest Bowman bit his teeth and stared at Durand with bloodshot eyes, as if he wanted to imprint his face in his mind. But in the end he put down the short wooden bow in his hand and the blade hidden between his fingers, and waited for death silently. Judging from the shocking speed, keen insight and almost artistic combat skills that Durand showed just now, the Forest Bowman knew that he was absolutely not immune.

From Durand's pursuit to subduing this extraordinary forest archer with little effort, it only takes one breath.

It was not until then that Vivian ran over and exclaimed: "Uncle, you are so strong! What was that just now? The one you patted him on the shoulder was so amazing!"

"That's combat physical skills." Durand said with a smile.

His robe was roaring in the wind, but his gun-holding hand was so stable that it was desperate. In a short time, the forest archer, who was pressed against the forehead by the barrel of the gun, was already sweating all over and did not dare to move at all. Although he didn't understand how such a terrifying dwarf weapon was in his hand, he knew very well that this terrifying thing would definitely have the power to knock his body to pieces.

The forest archer is not afraid of death. He already knew his future destiny when he witnessed his parents being captured by the hunter. On this continent where humans are supreme, destiny will come sooner or later, but it is just a matter of time and how it will come.

"But..." The young forest archer gritted his teeth: "...I still have the tasks assigned by the patriarch that have not been completed. How can I die at such a time?!"
Chapter completed!