The last headhunter

Chapter 1 Preface Headhunting
Seems like a long time ago.

The golden peace wind chimes sway gently in the endless fields.The shepherds wiped the sweat from their heads and watched leisurely as the adventurers walked on the smooth and clean concrete road.In the distance, there are prosperous city-states shining under the colorful magic shield, and beacons hung on the sacred trees of various churches of gods.

That was the glorious age of mankind.Under the leadership of the wise king, the wealthy Luo'an Kingdom is moving toward an incomparably prosperous future.Commoners, professional adventurers, federal rulers, and high-ranking nobles are all enjoying their own wonderful lives in this peaceful new era.

It's just... the established fate seems to be sentenced sooner than expected.Natural disasters broke all peace, storms, tsunamis, sky fires, and earth shaking.The horrific disasters that brought great destruction to mankind dealt a head-on blow in the happiest time of mankind.

Intermittent disasters have extinguished people's hopes, and the world is facing an inevitable fall in the sudden wrath of nature.Countless poor souls died unexpectedly, and the remains of ancient human beings were turned into inexhaustible bonfires in hell in the disaster.

The ancient human beings who quickly fell from the golden age to the dark age seem to be about to go extinct in this tragic past of destruction.

But there are always people who don't give up.There are always some hopefuls who are unwilling to perish.

They were called "Crysasius", which means "the hero chaser".They traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers, and rushed to every corner of this barren land, looking for those "God's Chosen Ones" who lost contact due to natural disasters.

Those pious pilgrims, with their physical bodies transcending mortals, ran tirelessly in the world, and finally exhausted their lives, connecting and uniting those heroes with supernatural powers.

They stood on the top of the world soaring into the sky, the now long-destroyed Yorkstar Mountains.All the God's Chosen stood on the altar, and in the eyes of the formation, they were linked together as quickly as lightning.

Intense colored rings lingered above the twelve warriors, condensed and spread in dazzling expansion and explosion, until covering the entire sky.

The ring surrounds the stars and flies to the far end.Among the colorful splendor, the sky that was burned by the disaster was replaced by a brand new sunrise.From that moment on, those remaining human beings who have suffered so much, under the protection of the new sky, finally began to rebuild their new homes.

This is an ancient story, a distant legend engraved with arcane runes.This is also the original appearance of "Headhunter", the great baptism and worship of "Crysasius".

They are staunch followers of heroes.They know who leads them to victory.Therefore, when they are in despair, they will always go to great lengths to pursue ancient myths and legends, to find some heroic spirits with unique skills that may not exist at all, hoping that they will bring them the salvation they desire.

They firmly believe that as long as these heroic spirits can be united, the impasse faced by human beings will be broken.The dawn of this land will finally come.

Therefore, this priesthood has been preserved, and it has been passed down to the present day in the long evolution of language and writing, and it is called "headhunting", noble, respectable, and the ultimate search expert.

Whenever a group is in crisis or even human beings are in desperation, headhunters will always be the ones who take the lead.Relying on their extraordinary foot strength and keen ability to recognize people, they have invited out and assembled the heroes who are deep and simple, and saved the people from fire and water.

The most famous headhunter is Riel.When the second natural disaster in history came, she traveled thousands of miles from the human capital Ortaxius to the border of the world - the volcanic group Miri.

There she found Anthony Ryan, a century-level wizard who had been concentrating on cultivation.She used her body and soul as Rian's food, so that he had enough sacrificial magic to release the arcane Amaterasu that could support the weight of the entire continent, so that the huge meteorite that fell from the sky was blown to pieces in mid-air.

Afterwards, Riel and Ryan disappeared without a trace.And their names have become immortal legends, engraved on the epic stele in the palace.

At that time, human beings had recovered from the first natural disaster for many years, and they were still relatively prosperous. The surviving human beings still had enough ability to rebuild their homes, and even did not forget to feel honor and pride for their survival while mourning the dead.

But but but.

Such a fluke, in today's era, has become too extravagant.

The suffering seems to never end, and the more terrifying existence that surpasses the natural disaster finally descends on the world like a divine punishment.

After the second natural disaster, the undead began to appear without warning.They seem to be horrible creatures transformed from a huge number of human corpses that were too late to bury, attacking humans and livestock indiscriminately in extremely bloody ways.Reluctantly, the then human king Kerry O ordered the corpses to be burned, which alleviated the flood of undead to a certain extent.

But the spread of the undead has never been resolved, and the source of the infection has not been found.The food festered, the plague was rampant, the sky began to darken, and the forest and soil began to lose their vitality.Livestock are manic, and the production order is in disarray.All the ways of life that people have been familiar with are beginning to shake and be disturbed by the threat of the undead that has never been heard before.

The human beings on the Luo'an continent are living day after day in such depression.Along with people's desperation and hardship, the once brave and resolute headhunters have completely disappeared in the traces of history due to a large number of deaths.

In the exhibition hall of the professional guild, the headhunter's archives and the exclusive throne were abandoned.

The worst of times.Without faith, unable to rely on the gods, the heroes disappeared.The adventurers are frightened to complete the intricate commissions in exchange for the precious Luo'an coins to survive in this world, so as to try to relocate to the relatively safe capital and keep the rest of their lives safe.The holy wall, as strong and peaceful as Noah's Ark, is the last paradise of mankind.

But they would never have imagined that this cold world was giving birth to new flames.The spirit of resistance never stops.The noble and unyielding fearlessness of the ancient heroes will be immortalized in the inheritance.

In a small village named Gran, a young man picked up his light luggage, dressed in common clothes, picked up the only remaining silver dagger in the blacksmith shop, and resolutely embarked on the journey.

"Are you crazy? Don't you know what's out there? You're young—that's all you want to be, one of them, the corpses?"

The only adventurer in the village was angry at the boy's indiscretion.He is 43 years old who has lived as a low-level thief, and has seen how ugly and crazy the outside world is, and this 21-year-old boy is in his youth, and he should have a bright future, and work hard to live in the capital Opening up a new path, why are you so stubborn to get out of the village and meet the terrifying adventure?Doing completely irresponsible things, taking your own life as a joke, who are you worthy of?
"You grew up here since you were a child... This village is still counting on you to build! Why are you leaving!"

But the boy didn't look back.He stroked an ancient book lightly. The title of the ancient book could no longer be read clearly, but the signature was impressively written in the ancient method, "Master Headhunter Riel".

This long-lost name has accompanied his childhood for 20 years.And with a heart-pounding belief in his heart, this trip is precisely to follow her footsteps, walking through the yellow sand and grassland that the hero once stepped on.

That ancient and distant call, the vicissitudes of the future.The star shadows echoing in the silent night sky guided him to the endless distance.The hero's footsteps have swayed in every corner of the world countless times, causing countless mortals to flock to them.

"What are you going to do?"

The gatekeeper at the entrance of the village raised his head slightly, showing tired eyes.

"What is your occupation? Make a registration to leave the village. Is it a mage, a warrior, or something like a thief, just for a living?"

The young man smiled slightly.

"My profession is. Headhunting."

Thus, the legend dedicated to him begins here.

"A name that has been gone for a long time. Perhaps, this will be the last headhunter in the world."

The gatekeeper sighed softly.

The senders have all dispersed.Not far from the village, there are fierce beasts wandering around, and strange-shaped creatures screaming ferociously.

This trip is destined to be dangerous, headhunter.

And you... where can you go?
His figure stepped firmly into the perilous wilderness and never returned.

The cathedral rang the morning bell for a long time, and the warm twilight and the breeze blew on the face.

(End of this chapter)