Under the moonlight, scattered ice chips reflect beautiful light, and huge ice cubes are scattered around. In this midsummer season, this scene has a dream-like beauty.
But if you look closely...
In the ice, the bodies of the war horses and knights were frozen, and the fearful expressions, together with the lives, were frozen forever. Looking around, there were stumps and blood everywhere, it was simply Shura Hell.
Ye Ze squatted next to the only humanoid body. The sharp blade of the sword penetrated the shoulder blade and pinned the man firmly to the ground.
"Is this just a little bit of information? At the very least, you should know how to contact the boss, right?" Yeze was laughing, but when the knight saw it, he seemed to see something extremely terrifying.
"I really don't know." The knight replied hastily: "After receiving the mission, we dispersed. The leader said that we would rendezvous at the designated place in two months. During this period, he could find us, but we
Can't find him."
Yeze sighed: "It's really strict..."
"puff!"
The sword fangs slashed across his throat, and the knight's face showed an expression of relief.
"Fakhra, how is Maris?" Yeze stood up and turned around to ask.
Fakhla's body was covered in blood, her hair was disheveled, her eyes were dim with tears, and she choked with sobs: "It's not life-threatening, but the wounds were very deep and a lot of blood flowed. If only I had listened to you and signed a blood contract with Bai Lin...
"
Maris sat shirtless on the ground, and Fakhla carefully wrapped bandages around him layer by layer. Dark red blood seeped out from the bandages. Maris's big sword was stuck on the side, and there were more on it.
Countless incisions.
Ye Ze gave Fahra a silver-level demon-sealing card with white scales sealed on it, but Fahra dismissed this auxiliary beast monster. He accepted it, but he never replaced the contracted beast monster.
Maris smiled hard and grinned: "This small injury is nothing. It was much more serious than this on the battlefield."
"Shut up, don't talk!" Fakhla scolded: "You idiot, can you block the wind blade of Kamazu casually? If the captain hadn't taken action in time, you would, you would..."
Cursing and cursing, Fakhla whined loudly.
When Maris saw it, he suddenly became anxious and wanted to get up to comfort him. But when he touched the wound, he grinned again. Then Fakhla hurriedly stopped crying and continued to bandage it.
Yeze sighed, with a look of remorse in his eyes.
I never expected that the opponent would have three silver-level magic-sealing masters alone. Counting the bronze-level and black-iron-level magic sealing masters, the number of magic-sealing masters would be twenty. Other high-level professions would also have thirty people. Ordinary
The number of knights actually accounts for less than half.
The overall strength of a small team of 100 people is already far stronger than the six major thieves groups.
I won, but the process was too dangerous. If I hadn't practiced with the band of thieves first, Fakhla, who was inexperienced in the battle, would definitely have died here. However, it was fortunate that Maris rescued him in time just now, otherwise he would have died
After killing the magic sealer, Fakhla also had to lose some parts.
However, Maris was seriously injured and Fakhra was not responsible.
Ye Ze clenched his fists.
As the leader of the demon hunting group, I am too unqualified.
Others are not immortal.
Bernhard walked slowly to Ye Ze and said hoarsely: "Young man, don't think too much. This is just the beginning."
"Yes, it's just the beginning." Yeze turned his head, looked at Bernhard, and asked, "Are you really an alchemist?"
"Of course!" Bernhard said with excitement: "Although my energy is imprisoned, I can still use the methods of an alchemist! Bernhard is the greatest alchemist in history!!"
"There will be a chance for you to use it." Ye Ze looked up at the night sky and murmured: "The Purple Gold Demon Hunting Group is no match for power..."
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Purple Gold Demon Hunting Group, registered with the Demon Hunters Guild, a fifth-level demon hunting group.
The leader, Paul, is a fifth-level golden magician.
Vice leader Cohen, a second-level golden magician.
There are thirty-five silver-level magic-sealing masters, 181 bronze and black-iron magic-sealing masters, more than 500 other high-level professions, and nearly 2,000 ordinary formal members.
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Looking at the information in front of him, Manstein gulped, swallowed, and asked with difficulty: "Are these guys the ones who robbed the farm?"
"That's right." Yeze nodded.
Manstein asked unwillingly: "Is this information accurate?"
"It's not quite accurate." Yeze recalled for a moment, and before Manstein's expression could soften, he said again: "The person who sold me the information said it was from half a year ago. The current Purple and Gold Demon Hunting Group is better than half a year ago.
Stronger.”
"This is not a demon-hunting group, this is an army!!" Manstein looked depressed, and then said angrily: "That bitch Merlin is crazy. She will do anything for a bad deacon position.
Dare to do it!"
Yeze nodded helplessly: "That's why I tell you that it is irrational for women to go crazy."
"I'm going to find the old pervert, I'm going to complain to the executive committee!!" Manstein's fat face was distorted, and he roared: "That woman is crazy! The Tulip Business Association cannot tolerate the existence of lunatics!!!"
"I think you're going crazy too." Yeze blocked Manstein's spittle with his hand and said, "We have no actual evidence, it's all speculation. From what I've seen during cross-examination, there should be only the Purple and Gold Demon Hunting Group.
Most of the senior management know who hired them. Even if only the head of the group knows, it’s not necessarily true.”
"Then what if we appeal to the Demon Hunters Union?" Fakhla asked: "The ones who attacked the farm were the Purple and Gold Demon Hunters. They cannot escape this. Their people are all registered in the union."
"No." Without waiting for Ye Ze to answer, Manstein said: "The Demon Hunters' Union is equivalent to an intermediary agency and does not interfere with the specific actions of the Demon Hunting Group. Even if any regulations are violated, the union will at most deduct the corresponding amount.
Points without actual action. In that case, it has no practical meaning for us."
"Then we can't just sit and wait." Maris waved his fist: "This is our first mission, we must not give up."
Fakhla signed a blood contract with Bai Lin, and after reaching the agreement, she immediately treated Maris. Although Maris is still unable to fight, he seems to be full of energy on the surface.
"Then what should we do?!" Because Maris was injured, Fakhla had an inexplicable anger towards the Purple and Gold Demon Hunting Group, and complained: "We don't know where they are settling, and we can't even try to find them.
"
"Maris is right. This is our first mission and we cannot give up. Even if the Zijin Demon Hunting Group cannot chew this piece of meat, it must be swallowed alive." Yeze twirled his fingers and said slowly:
"If we don't know where they are, let them come to us."
"Continue to guard the farm?" Manstein shook his head: "Even if we master their attack pattern, there is no time. If the farm is severely damaged again, the autumn harvest..."
"What I want to wait for is not one or two Centuries!" Ye Ze opened his palms and slowly clenched them: "It's all of them. The Purple and Gold Demon Hunting Group, all of them..."
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It's the fourth day after the Dark Hand Demon Hunting Group meeting.
Manstein sat on a chair, eyes wide open, muttering to himself: "He is crazy, I am crazy, I would agree to his plan. Crazy, everyone is crazy..."
…”
Next to her, Freya looked at him with a worried look on her face, not knowing what was going on.
During the days when Manstein and Yeze were busy suppressing bandits, Fulia was not idle either. She kept running around to appease the farmers. Later, the farmers suddenly received urgent letters one after another with the seal of the Governor's Palace.
They were summoned to a place for a meeting, saying that there was an urgent matter. Fulia felt that something was fishy, so she quickly returned to Bradak and wanted to discuss it with Manstein. Unexpectedly, when she came back, she saw a lost Manstein.
because.
At the same time, at the entrance of an inconspicuous valley, Fakhla and Maris were having a similar conversation.
"Maris, how long has our demon hunting group been established?" Fakhla asked.
Maris thought for a while and replied: "More than half a month."
"Is it only such a short time..." Fakhla looked into the distance, a little dazed: "But why do I feel that these more than half a month are longer than I have ever lived in my life."
"Maybe it's because our regiment leader is too crazy." Maris also felt a little emotional and said: "In the army, I saw all kinds of crazy guys. But compared with our regiment leader
, they are almost as well-behaved as sheep.”
"Haha, yes." Fakhla couldn't help but smile: "Thanks to him, I realized that you are also a gentle man."
"What?" Maris didn't hear clearly.
Fakhla blushed and said quickly: "It's nothing, I mean, I mean... I don't know what Master Bernhard is up to, and he doesn't need our help."
This valley is surrounded by mountains, and there is only a rugged road that can barely reach it. From the mouth of the valley, you can see that Bernhard has been drawing there, and burying some things underground from time to time.
"He is making an alchemy array. Alchemy can not only make magic-sealing devices and magic-sealing cards, but can also be used as a mechanism to kill enemies. But..." Maris looked at Bernhard and said with some suspicion: "That's
It’s something only a high-level alchemist can do. Do you think Bernhard will be a high-level alchemist?”
"Or, maybe..." Fakhla stammered in front of Maris for the first time in her history.
While Fakhla was in a state of confusion and trying to find a topic to talk about, a carriage came from a distance.
"Maybe the leader is here." Fakhla breathed a sigh of relief.
The carriage stopped in front of the valley. Yeze jumped out of the carriage and asked, "How is Bernhard doing?"
Marius replied: "I don't know. He doesn't use us for anything except transporting those messy bits and pieces."
"There are all our guests in the car. Take them away and take care of them." Yeze thrust the riding crop into Maris's hand and said, "I'm going to take a look. Don't be fooled by that old guy."
Maris responded, opened the carriage door, and couldn't help but be stunned.
I don't know how many people were crammed into the small carriage. Looking around, there were at least twenty or thirty heads crowded in there.
Most of the farmers who can be ranked in the Roscoe Province are here. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe to (this site) and give rewards. Your support is my greatest