Hao Ren leaned against the stele with his arms folded, and squinted at the demon hunters in front of him. His face was full of moral high ground and calm, but in fact, his heart was already in vibration mode. The muscles on his chest were as tense as a stone, so he didn't show the tension—in fact, he was very confident in his acting skills, and he was even more confident in the process that Hasselblad told himself about the process of pretending to mix into the witcher team. The problem is confidence It's not a big deal, nervousness is another thing. After all, this group of guys in front of me is the group that is best at finding out the bottom line on the earth where the demons are dancing. They are all as alert as Lily holding a big bone. Who can guarantee the lead? The witcher here won't frown and feel that something is wrong, then draw a knife and slash over...
However, the facts proved that Hao Ren managed to confuse the past: after looking at each other, the demon hunters did not show any hostility or guard, but were only curious about Hao Ren.
It seems that their vigilance and sixth sense of hunting are only effective against aliens. When facing a target that is not inherently hostile at all, demon hunters are no better than ordinary people's intuition.
"I am the vanguard of this hunting group, Lockheed, a master hunter," said the demon hunter who looked like the leader, "We don't know the situation here—we didn't know there was a hunter here before." .”
The implication is that there is a gap in the information in this area, and Hao Ren, a "safari" who suddenly appeared, needs to explain his identity first.
"My current name is Hao Ren. I used to be a member of the Nordic warband. God knows where the others are after the reorganization of the warband." Hao Ren followed Hasselblad's instructions, trying to play the role of a man who had been separated from the warband in ancient times. The old hunter who came out and embarked on a hunting trip alone, fortunately, he was with a poor vampire who was 10,000 years old all day long. He was quite familiar with the ability to show "I am older than you" in such details, and pretended to It's quite easy, "I've been wandering outside for thousands of years, hunting the rats that escaped into the corners, and the last time I contacted Corpus was a hundred years ago... Are you a hunting group? According to me As you know, hunting groups are not very active now, but there are more and more hunters like me."
The master demon hunter who claimed to be Lockheed smiled wryly. He believed that the man in front of him was the "lone wolf" in the mouth of the elders. After the war of myths entered the final stage, the situation in the world was turned upside down, and the "dynasty of the gods" fell apart. It also led to the simultaneous disintegration of the demon hunter crusaders (innate hostility led to this incredible result), driven by the powerful hunting instinct, many demon hunters rushing to the front line rushed to the front line as if they were red-eyed Entering the ruins after the disintegration of the "Dynasty of the Gods", they almost lost their minds and continued to hunt and chase, thus breaking off the connection with the upper-level organization. Some demon hunters just disappeared without a trace, while other demon hunters reconnected with Corpus after the fighting frenzy that lasted for thousands of years subsided, but they could not return to the main force for various reasons, so it became an eternity. This kind of hunter is the "lone wolf hunter" in the old hunter's mouth.
Except for occasionally returning to the demon hunters' strongholds around the world to replenish equipment and supplies and exchange information, these wanderers have almost cut off all social ties with their compatriots, and some even erased their own names. Just use some fake names instead.
Dealing with this kind of "lone wolf" is very troublesome, because they have been dominated by fighting fanaticism, coupled with thousands of years of lonely hunting, these guys have become very weird, they often only focus on themselves hunted, and hostile to all that stood in the way—even their own kind.
In short, a bunch of guys suffering from severe war syndrome and refusing treatment and giving up medicine...
The only good thing now is that the lone wolf hunter in front of him seems to be more talkative, at least not so hostile.
"We are here with an important mission," Lockheed explained the purpose of the hunting group. "In order to deal with an ancient alien that might wake up soon, an elder called this hunting group. We had no plan to hunt witches. Today Just handy...”
Hao Ren's eyebrows couldn't help twitching: Are these guys really after Vivian? And they came here to make a mess...
At this time, another demon hunter came to Lockheed through the thick fog: "Master, those witches have already run away, and a werewolf using a strange weapon led them to break through the encirclement. The weapon looks a bit like the mythical age." The relic weapons of…”
"Understood." Lockheed nodded, "They will always leave traces. After the full moon is over, the magic power of this land will decline, and they won't be able to escape for long."
Then he turned his head and looked at Hao Ren: "It seems that our random actions have ruined your hunt—I apologize for that, but I would like to know more details. You have been tracking those witches, but you have not Do it?"
"I'm fishing for a big fish." Hao Ren folded his arms and looked at the night sky where the mist was gradually dissipating. A round of approaching full moon was emerging from behind the mist. "I found that these witches were looking for an ancient ruin. It is very likely that it is related to an ancient person among the aliens, so I have not started for a long time, but just followed them from a distance. Today should be their last meeting. I could have obtained the most critical information-but you did not You interrupted indiscriminately, not only that, but you also let them run away!"
Lockheed listened in a daze, then suddenly his expression froze, and he followed Hao Ren's inducement: "You mean ancient ruins? And it's related to a strange ancient person?"
"Nine out of ten is your target this time." Hao Ren took a deep look at Lockheed, "Now you know why I am so angry? You not only sabotaged my hunt, but even sabotaged your own actions. The group of witches is discussing the method of opening the ruins and the specific location of the seal, and a blood mage is even about to say the spell to lift the seal—you only need to be a minute late, just a minute! They will tell all the information by themselves !Damn it, don’t you guys know how to control your hands?”
After Hao Ren finished speaking, he let out a long sigh, continued to look up at the sky, and at the same time tried his best not to let his face tremble: how embarrassing it would be to laugh in such a strict occasion.
Not to mention the expression on Lockheed's face, he was in a daze at the moment, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "... that werewolf among the witches stimulated our hunting instincts, we really did I want to observe, but... wait a minute, you are lurking in the cemetery, haven't you been affected by the hunting instinct? And the werewolf didn't find you?"
Hao Ren was halfway through pretending, but he didn't expect to be hit by this question suddenly, and coughed twice: "Ahem... I have naturally honed some special skills in thousands of years of hunting, short-term shielding and suppressing breath. My own hunting impulse is a must-have quality for a safari, otherwise how can I act alone in a place full of darkness?"
Lockheed looked Hao Ren up and down in surprise, but he didn't have too much suspicion, because although the hunting instinct can't be eliminated, some old hunters can indeed forcibly control themselves in a short period of time through special training and powerful mental suppression. , As for breath concealment... This is basically the basic skill of every demon hunter. Although the scope of action is limited and it cannot completely block the innate hostile effect, it is still possible to avoid being discovered by other species while maintaining a certain distance arrived.
Then he fell into great annoyance: "Damn... I must be responsible for the impulsive actions tonight..."
"People always make mistakes..." Hao Ren comforted him at this moment, "Instead of clinging to the mistakes, why not think about how to remedy them next time, for example, let's discuss that ancient alien..."
"No, I must confess my mistakes to the elders. As for whether to punish, that is something the elders will consider." Lockheed was still a brainless man, and he was not induced by Hao Ren at all. "Don't worry, the elders are On the way here, he will come here in person soon, and we can explain the situation in front of him."
Hao Ren was taken aback: "Elder? You mean the leader of the hunting group this time? He's coming here now?"
Lockheed is not the supreme leader of this group of demon hunters, he is only leading a vanguard, and if the hunt tonight is correct, it should be an independent action led by him to lead this vanguard. Originally, Hao Ren made up his mind when he heard the other party mentioned that there was an elder in this battle group as the supreme commander. He wanted to get some information from the vanguard and then find a chance to leave. The "elder" who didn't know the details met, but the plan couldn't keep up with the change—the elder the other party said was about to rush over in person
At this moment, if he wants to make up a reason to get away and leave at this moment, it may arouse the suspicion of the other party. Hao Ren can only bite the bullet and continue to pretend. Really, as the old hunter said, even the elders of Corpus would not find any clues if they inspected it themselves...
And just as he was thinking this way, the demon hunters on guard suddenly made some movement, and Lockheed also showed a solemn expression on his face: "The elder is here..."
Hao Ren quickly adjusted his posture, and placed the witcher's dagger on his waist and the emblem on his clothes in a conspicuous place, so that he could gain trust immediately after a while.
The fog in the cemetery dissipated quickly. It seemed that the arrival of the powerful witcher accelerated the disintegration of the magical power in this place. A tall gray-haired old hunter stepped over the guarded demon hunters and walked in. Inquiry: "Lockheed, I hear there is a safari here?"
Hao Ren's expression froze the moment he heard this voice. After seeing the appearance of the elder witcher, cold sweat immediately broke out, and then he hid his dagger and emblem all at once. Well—if it wasn’t for being naked in public, he would even want to put away the clothes he just put on—
Fuck it, Hasselblad! !
That camouflage kit might have fooled every elder witcher in Corpus, but Hasselblad knew them 10,000 percent of the time! !