The basic profession of "Demon Hunter" comes from the plane "Grandy", which is far away from the shroud of divine grace and out of the sight of the gods, just like Asenrant.
This is a very peaceful and peaceful plane.
When I first arrived at Grandi.
Many players are still trembling when they go out on adventures, fearing that unknown monsters will sneak up on them from any corner.
After getting familiar with it, I realized that this dimension is really safe.
Devils, demons, and gods all seem to have forgotten this world.
Only a few spirits are still alive in the entire continent.
Most of them disappeared with history.
The number of giant dragons can be counted on one's fingers in the entire plane.
The living creatures have become cherished and protected animals.
Most types of monsters fear humans.
Because that is the fear engraved in the DNA, as long as they dare to harm humans.
Soon, their fellow humans, just like humans, except that they glow yellow in the dark, will come to avenge them.
The end result is often that a tribe is destroyed, and the heads of fellow tribesmen are taken away as trophies.
Therefore, many players regard this place as a paradise for resting after the war.
Lifestyle players and casual players even regard this as the main world.
Planting, gathering herbs, mining and fishing.
Things that can only be done around the city in the Prime Material Plane.
In Grandi, if you want, you can even go up to the snowy mountains and down to the swamps alone.
Almost no monsters will come out to bother you.
Many players believe that this is the way the world is.
But as one of the first players to come to Grandi, he knew it deep down.
This is all thanks to those people who are called "mutants", "monsters" and "freaks" by the indigenous people.
And their profession is that of demon hunters - a profession born in response to fate.
In the past, Grandi was just like Asenland now, with monsters all over the continent.
The range is as low as the overrun of kobolds, jackals, and hags, and as high as the dragons, mountain giants, and multi-headed basilisks that destroy cities and countries.
It was precisely when human territory was in danger that demon hunters came into being.
Every demon hunter is taught by his mentor when he is born, telling them that they have the responsibility to protect people from monster threats.
From then on, demon hunters who entered the path began to wander around the continent, making a living by accepting demon hunting commissions from ordinary people.
Initially, ordinary humans will respect demon hunters as they respect officials.
But as the number of monsters on the mainland decreases, people with ulterior motives behind the scenes fan the flames.
At some point, demon hunters gradually became the opposite of ordinary people.
They cursed these aliens with vicious slang, hoping that these aliens would leave this world like those monsters.
In the tide of history, the demon hunter was inevitably put on the road of killing the donkey.
Woody had a hard time understanding at first why a group of professionals like paladins protecting mortals ended up like this.
But when I saw some mortals who had the courage to abuse or even beat the demon hunters, groveling in front of city officials and forcing a smile.
You probably understand that there are stupid people in every group.
As Nig Bute, the only remaining witcher mentor at the time, said.
"Intolerance and superstition have always been one of the common follies of ordinary ignorant people. According to my guess, these follies can never be completely eradicated, because they are as eternal as stupidity itself. Today's mountains may be the oceans of the future; today's mountains
The vast ocean may become the desert of the future. But stupidity will always be stupidity.”
The demon hunter forgave them and began to avoid getting involved in mundane matters outside of the commission as much as possible.
Accept the commission, complete the commission, and leave.
But even so, it still doesn't reassure these guys who claim to be normal people, rather than demon hunters who are the product of vicious witchcraft and sorcery.
Not long after the monsters were completely away from human society, the liquidation plan to eliminate another kind of monster, the "Demon Hunter", began.
With the help of warlocks and wizards, a conspiracy was launched against those demon hunters who "came unprepared" and "accepted commissions."
Demon hunters rarely move in groups, and information is only circulated at the "Castle Gathering" held once every few years.
The conspiracy unfolded smoothly.
When the "castle gatherings" of demon hunters in various regions were held again, it was discovered that the number of demon hunters was even greater than in the past ten years.
But by then it was too late.
Surrounded by the human army, the castle that the demon hunters used as their "home" also fell into death.
After the last battle of extermination, only a few lucky demon hunters survived.
Woody came into contact with a demon hunter mentor who had narrowly survived the conspiracy.
In fact, according to his words, when there are no monsters in this world.
The mission of the demon hunters has actually been completed, and the demon hunters will cut off their roots without the need for mortals to take action themselves.
You know, the "Green Grass Trial" for cultivating demon hunters was stopped decades ago.
The purpose is not to let human children step into this strange circle that is cursed by the world.
"Children like them should not have to worry that one day in the future they will die at the hands of the people they save, nor do they need to hear their vicious slang. We old bones can just let us bear these!"
After hearing this, Woody, as a plane traveler, asked the old demon hunter mentor a question.
"Master Nige, if time were reversed, would you still be willing to help them and kill the monsters?"
The memory of the demon hunter flashed through Woody's mind like a white horse passing by.
I can no longer remember some details clearly.
But he still remembered the two horses grazing leisurely under the shade of the trees that day in the dappled afternoon.
The large golden waves of wheat in the distance shook their heads slightly with the help of the breeze.
The chimneys of the small houses with white walls and red tiles further away were already emitting smoke.
And the old man, whose face was covered with vicissitudes of life and wrinkles, looked into the distance and smiled without hesitation.
"If you want, why not? We have paid for it."
Woody didn't pause for a moment and continued to ask without giving up.
"But...why? They did that to you!"
The old man just shook his head, his eyes still as firm as before, and his words were loud and clear.
"Although hundreds of years have made human beings forget the hardships of the past, forget where their nursery rhymes came from, and why they closed their doors at night. But whether it is the past or the future, demon hunters only serve one person.
The reason exists: to help humans deal with monsters they cannot face."
…
Woody couldn't remember when his conversation with the old man ended.
He only knew that after he brought this old demon hunter mentor to another material plane.
After completing the task and getting the due reward, I still feel empty inside.
He was still hesitant for a while, and his friends laughed at him for being so affected by a virtual game.
It was not until later that the plane traveler character died during an astral journey and he created a demon hunter character that he gradually understood the mentality of the demon hunter mentor at that time.
It doesn't matter what humans are like, the death and fear of monsters are important.
When the monster has been far away from human society and dare not take a step forward.
Those fellow demon hunters who sacrificed their lives for this purpose... deserved their death.
…
Thinking about it, Woody had already passed through the corridor filled with oil paintings and arrived at the spiral "herringbone" staircase leading to the first-floor hall of the manor.
But before he came down the stairs.
On the second floor of the hall, a middle-aged man wearing a butler's uniform called him from the opposite stairway, walking quickly.
Apparently he ran over immediately after receiving the news that Woody had woken up.
"Master Woody, Madam asked you not to go to school today. She has already asked for leave for you."
Obviously, the manor housekeeper in front of him thought that Woody woke up and hurried out to go to school.
After all, today is not a holiday.
After hearing this, Woody understood that it seemed to be his Aunt Susan, who was worried that he would have to go to class after he woke up.
I directly made the decision for him and wanted him to have a good rest.
But he still had no choice but to live up to his aunt's kindness.
Woody's gaze remained unchanged and he nodded to the butler in front of him.
"Yes, I understand. Thank my aunt for me."
After finishing speaking, the second half of Woody's words caused the middle-aged housekeeper who had just moved to stop.
"Also, Cromwell, prepare a carriage later. I'm going to take a walk in Green Pine Lane."
"I got it, Master Woody."
But this time, there was a little surprise in Cromwell's voice.
