The crazy witcher was taken aback.
His unclear mind made it impossible for him to distinguish the fundamental meaning of the speaker.
However, the anger in the bottom of my heart did not weaken the killing caused by it.
The next moment, he rushed into the car.
The venom-stained dagger stabbed at the speaker.
The dagger sank straight into the opponent's chest.
The surprised smile on the other party's face stagnated, but then, it seemed as if countless burdens had been let go.
"Right."
"I owe you this blow."
"It should be my responsibility."
The other party said this, and then hugged the crazy witcher in front of him with a relieved smile.
It's the kind of hug that belongs to Hokuriku.
Tightly force, and slap each other's back.
The extremely rhythmic slap is heavy.
But without malice.
The mad witcher could instinctively sense this.
Especially, following the blow just now, he, who was completely angry in his heart, seemed to have a little more reason and began to think.
who I am
where am I
What am I here for
However, before he could figure it out, his ears were filled with the enthusiastic and delighted voices of huggers.
"Welcome back."
"my brother."
Amid such voices, the mad witcher couldn't help opening his mouth.
"Brother, brother?"
The voice was dry and muffled.
You can't hear it at close range.
"Yes, brother."
"Brothers of the wolf faction!"
"I know that you will not all be wiped out in that battle, there must be remnants, but please forgive our incompetence, we have tried our best, but we have not found out where you were captured after being captured."
"In the end, Colin had to take a risk and use his body as bait, which led to the 'Quiet Night' backhand."
"Those guys are as insidious as ever, and they want us to kill each other."
"But they underestimated the will of us demon hunters!"
The high-ranking evil spirit kept talking in the crazy witcher's ear.
At this time, some illusions unique to evil spirits were quietly cast.
The mad witcher's heart calmed down.
Although he didn't know who he was for a long time, he confirmed that the person who hugged him in front of him was not malicious.
besides…
Sitting opposite, a person with an indifferent face.
Although there was no expression on the other party's face, the other party's breath...was very familiar.
seem…
So should he.
Qin Ran, who had taken on the title of [Evil Spirit Hunter], sat there quietly, seeing the mad hunter's expression, he couldn't help but sighed.
The welts protruding from under the skirt.
Ten fingers without nails.
The notch on the ear.
The scars on the face and so on, although all these were cleaned up in a short period of time, these details were enough for Qin Ran to understand what happened to the person in front of him.
Inhuman ordeal.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be tortured to a mental breakdown.
No!
Not a nervous breakdown!
Instead, confusion!
It seemed that it was some kind of experiment that forcibly stuffed the 'soul' that did not belong to the other party into this body.
With the high-ranking evil spirits as scouts, Kieran got more definite information.
Do you study the soul
Qin Ran frowned secretly.
He knew very little about the 'Secret Order of Quiet Night', but judging from the existence of 'Ms. Calamity', there was no doubt that the other party was powerful, but now
The danger level of the other party has once again increased by one level.
Anything related to 'soul' is not to be underestimated.
When the spiritual attribute broke through to level 5 and started to deny himself, Qin Ran had such a clear understanding, not to mention the various benefits brought to him by the strong mental power in the early stage.
Through the power of the contract, he signaled to the higher evil spirit.
The latter said clearly.
"my brother."
"All suffering will pass."
"Leave the rest to me, okay?"
He let go of the opponent's high-ranking evil spirit, and looked at the mad hunter very formally.
"no need to worry."
"I can assure you."
"With me, you will not suffer any harm."
"unless… "
"I am dead!"
The crazy demon hunter, who has already been influenced by the invisible [illusion] of the high-level evil spirit, has almost no secrets under the [evil spirit intuition] of the high-level evil spirit.
The last words dispelled the worries of the crazy witcher.
Then, the crazy witcher looked at the dagger on the upper evil spirit's chest.
The dagger full of venom was still inserted there.
Under the watchful eyes of the mad witcher, the upper evil spirit smiled, and pulled out the dagger casually.
"It can't hurt me yet."
Throwing the dagger on the table casually, the upper evil spirit pulled the crazy demon hunter down and said softly, "You will fall asleep in a while, but don't worry, I'm just using this method to help you find back to yourself."
Looking at the crazy witcher who fell asleep quickly under the appeasement of the evil spirit.
Qin Ran was not surprised.
For evil spirits who are good at deceiving people's hearts, it is too simple to deceive a person, even a crazy person.
After all, it wasn't an ordinary evil spirit that bewitched this lunatic.
Qin Ran consciously kept quiet.
After entering the corridor of the city gate, Kieran signaled him to get out of the car quietly. Boer, who was sitting with Ashkano, didn't say a word. Although he didn't know what Qinran was doing, he just kept quiet.
For this reason, he specially indicated that Ashcano should try to slow down and be steady, and not make too much noise.
The carriage moved forward slowly.
This didn't catch the attention of others.
Because, in the Fort Eitantino, the carriage itself has to slow down, especially near the city gate where there are many people.
Similarly, the [Illusion] of the high-ranking evil spirit did not attract anyone's attention.
What has changed is only the heart of the mad witcher.
…
"Edson!"
"Using a dagger is different from a long sword. A dagger is not suitable for slashing, but only for stabbing. When you use slashing, it is when you are in a desperate situation. At this time, you should prepare an extra hand crossbow, which will be more suitable than a dagger."
"Of course, arm crossbows are fine too."
"But that's for you to earn your own money, and I don't have extra Kimptons."
In the open space of a wooden house, there are two scarecrows and a wooden man.
Edson, who was only twelve years old, couldn't help curling his lips while listening to his teacher's explanation.
He prefers long swords.
pity…
His teacher is not good at using swords, only good at daggers.
Therefore, he can only blame learning daggers.
However, in the bottom of his heart, Edson has already vowed that when he hunts monsters independently, he will definitely find someone to learn long sword skills.
Of course, he will not tell the teacher about this.
…
"Edson, your dagger is really bad."
"It's not a throwing knife."
"When you hold it, don't think about throwing it away."
"You have to treat it as your best partner, your most reliable comrade-in-arms!"
Missing a leg, carrying a wine bottle, the drunk-eyed teacher pointed at the sixteen-year-old Edson again.
The more stubborn Edson ignored his teacher.
Still go its own way.
He likes to throw his dagger down the throat of his prey.
chop!
There was a crisp sound of metal and wood.
The wooden man in training was shot by the dagger, and the metal blade of the dagger sank more than half of it.
Edson watched this scene with satisfaction.
Then, he glanced at his teacher proudly.
He can be sure that this is something his teacher couldn't do either.
Seeing this scene, the old witcher, who was missing a leg, shook his head, took a big gulp of wine, looked up at the moon in the sky, and wondered what he was thinking.
…
Another successful hunt.
The twenty-two-year-old Edson has become a well-known member of the demon hunters.
Long swords, crossbows and arrows, and the most admirable "flying knife" stunt.
After taking the bounty, exchanged for a barrel of good wine, and carrying two deer legs, Edson was ready to go home to see the teacher.
"What a long hunt!"
Thinking of the hunting process, Edson couldn't help feeling overwhelmed.
He couldn't help but tell his teacher about the whole process.
In fact, from the age of eighteen, after each hunting mission, he would tell his teacher about it. At first, his teacher would say a few words, but later he just drank wine and listened to him quietly.
He thinks this is his performance beyond the teacher.
…
At twenty-five, Edson's fame was growing.
However, it has not been recognized by everyone.
For this reason, Edson was very distressed. After he talked to the teacher again, he planned to make a big deal.
He discovered a deeply hidden 'organization'.
He was ready to destroy the organization in one fell swoop.
Doing so will definitely earn him the title.
…
It is too difficult to trace the process of this organization, there are almost no clues, it can only be luck.
For a whole year, he did not visit the teacher.
Every two weeks, though, he sends money back.
I hope the teacher is fine.
wait for me!
I will go back with the real title, which is something that you didn't even achieve back then.
…
Another year!
Hard work pays off!
He finally found the whereabouts of that 'organization'!
He couldn't wait to attack.
Then, fall into the trap!
A trap for him!
He was badly wounded.
He thought he was dead.
Then, his teacher showed up.
Leaning on a cane and carrying a wine bottle, she appeared slowly and suddenly.
No!
Not suddenly!
Instead, follow behind him.
He looked at the traces of grass, dust, etc. on the teacher's body, and he was very sure... His teacher had been following him.
"teacher."
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but only this title remained.
His teacher turned his head and looked at him, his eyes were no longer cloudy as before, only clear.
"Boy, that's not how daggers are used."
As he spoke, his teacher bent down and took out the dagger he had hidden on the side of his boot.
The dagger twirled in his fingertips, and his teacher turned, throwing the cane aside.
"Looking good."
"I'll teach you one more time."
"the last time."
As soon as the words fell, his teacher disappeared, and the thirty people in the 'organization' on the opposite side fell into a pool of blood almost instantly.
Cough, cough cough.
He was awakened by the teacher's coughing.
He rushed over.
But was stopped by his teacher.
The dagger was thrown back.
"Boy, you are still far behind."
With such words, his teacher disappeared.
It turned into a faint mist and disappeared.
…
Thirty years old, he got his wish and won the recognized title of 'Hunting Blade'.
There is no long sword.
Only daggers.
One was bequeathed to him by his teacher.
One was made by him himself.
There is also a hand crossbow and an arm crossbow.
There was already an arquebus, but he didn't like it, it was too troublesome.
And the treasures among them
too expensive.
He can't afford it.
Biting off the cork, drinking the teacher's favorite inferior wine, pouring the transparent wine into the mouth, almost no other aroma, the taste is fierce, strong and strong, burning like fire.
However, he likes this feeling.
One and a half bottles.
He dumped the remaining half bottle in front of the teacher's tombstone.
"I found a clue to those guys."
"They call themselves the 'Silent Night Mystery'."
"I've killed one hundred and thirty-seven of them."
"Next, it's the one hundred and thirty-eighth."
…
"trap!"
"This is a trap!"
"I've dealt with them before, they won't be caught by the tail so easily!"
Edson spoke loudly.
"Don't worry, I'm sure!"
It's a male voice, sure, charismatic, and affecting everyone.
…
A decisive battle lost.
Looking at his bruised companion, looking at his tragic death, Edson played with the teacher's dagger. He was seriously injured. A sneak attack by a 'senator' just now almost broke his ribs, but the other party didn't feel well either. The heart suffered his fatal blow.
If you don't die, you will also be abolished.
But what's the use
Failure is irreversible.
"Let's go."
"Leave with the last spark."
Edson stood up and said to the moving partners.
Those partners who were unable to move before were full of energy at this time, standing side by side with Edson with red faces one by one.
No words.
There are no instructions.
They stayed and fought for life for their partners.
No grudges either.
Because, if they switch, their partners will do the same.
…
Dying resistance is far longer than decisive battle.
During this duration, Edson did not know of anyone who made it out.
I don't know how many partners died.
But he found that goal.
That credible target.
He wanted to kill him and question him.
And just when he rushed to the other party, the other party disappeared.
Disappeared out of thin air.
His killing blow missed.
He lost the last of his strength.
When he fell on his back, the 'senator' who had been stabbed with a dagger and became a disabled person appeared with a cruel smile.
He knows what the other party wants to do.
Therefore, he needs to gather strength to give the opponent the final blow.
…
experiment!
Countless experiments!
His body became riddled with holes!
His sanity began to blur!
He knew his time was running out.
That bastard stuffed too much evil into his body, and he couldn't bear it any longer.
Then, the opportunity came.
His suspended animation succeeded, and the guy finally let his guard down.
The one that wanted to chop him up.
However, his sudden attack bit the opponent's throat before that.
It's ridiculous.
In the end, he even borrowed the power of evil.
Xie Yi began to fight for his body.
How could he let these evil spirits come true
The stove next to it was burning brightly.
The kerosene lamp is on the table.
After breaking the kerosene lamp and pouring kerosene on himself, he rushed to the stove.
"We who do not belong to the light, we who do not belong to the darkness, walk on the edge."
"There is no glory of praise, no reciting of hymns, only the pride of the heart."
in a loud cry,
He and a group of evil alienated into ashes.
…
He woke up again.
His sanity is a little fuzzy.
what is his name
The jailer in front of him kept torturing him.
Some guy in the bottom of his heart is also torturing him.
They were more irritable than he was.
Because they also forgot who they are.
…
Everything is falling apart.
He was tortured and beaten continuously.
He is angry, he is angry.
He was going to kill the person in front of him.
His anger, combined with those in his body, made him more manic, but when the thunder rumbled, he became even weaker.
This weakness was discovered by the jailers.
These hateful guys have changed their methods to torture him.
The power that had just merged into one was once again fragmented.
Broken to the point of being worthless.
Imprisonment became his treatment.
Every day he asks who he is.
Can…
There is no answer.
Until that young man appeared, that young man with malicious intentions.
"Snake Pie... Snake Pie..."
In the darkness of nothingness, the crazy witcher, no, Edson whispered to himself.
He looked down at himself.
He looked at the 'companion' standing in front of him again.
The other party was worried, with sincere eyes.
It is different from the person who provoked him with malicious intentions.
"terribly sorry."
"I couldn't find you sooner."
"my brother."
The other party said in a low voice.
Edson looked at each other and shook his head slowly.
"Wolf Pie, Edson."
He said so.
"Snake pie, Simon."
The upper evil spirit stretched out his hand. Edson was not used to it, but he still stretched out his hand. After the two sides shook hands, the upper evil spirit's smile became more enthusiastic.
"It's good to see another wolf pie."
"To be honest, you are more in line with my impression of the Wolf faction than Horuf."
While talking, the upper evil spirit gestured at Horuf's fat body.
Horuf
He is still alive.
Hearing the long-lost familiar name, Edson instantly felt much better.
"Is he all right?"
Edson asked.
"Very well, you will know next time you see him with your own eyes."
"he is currently… "
"Um?"
The high-level evil spirit looked at Edson as if belatedly.
Under the gaze of the higher evil spirit, bloody marks appeared on Edson's body.
Edson glanced down at the imprints, and waved at the upper evil spirit.
"Don't worry."
"Just some parting presents."
"I'll pay him back."
Speaking of which, Edson raised his hand and erased these bloody marks, and then continued to ask: "What do you think happened to Horuf?"
The high-level evil spirit who sensed everything laughed, and said seriously as he took Edson back to the carriage
"He's calling the rest of the witchers!"
“We want to come once…”
"Big counterattack!"