The last headhunter

Chapter 22 Life and Death
He is serious.

Every cell in the boy's body was shouting like this.

Should have remembered.The ultimatum issued by Kurst was so clear, how could he forget his goal?
No matter what kind of episode happened. He shoulders the mission that must be completed.

Take the inherited ancient book from the young man, and rely on ancient wisdom to solve the puzzles in it.

Their parent organization, Juvenile, has never heard of it, but it will only be ridiculously strong and perverted, and will never be weak and compromise.How can there be any room for negotiation in the world of the jungle?It is the consistent style of the strong to seize by force without negotiation, and it is also a world rule for the powerless to resist.

Constitutions and laws can no longer restrain human behavior.No matter what your status is, you are equal before sword and magic.

This is also the reason why Kurst can threaten the boy without any scruples.

No one can control him, no one can.

Suddenly, the dagger covered in black frost was aimed at the boy's neck.

"It's meaningless for you to hold that book, young man. It's written in a language you can't understand. And those arcane secret books full of magical energy are not something you can control."

"Your ability is simply not enough to fully utilize the essence of this ancient book. And we are in desperate need of any knowledge from ancient times. Our organization also needs those long-lost secrets, allusions, and even treasures to revive .”

"Leaving it to me is your wisest choice. Of course, I can also choose to kill you all to take it away. The moment the alarm is sounded, you should know. There is no one in this town who can protect you."

The deep voice hovered and stirred in the room, echoing violently like magic.Under the hood, a pair of blood-red eyes stared condescendingly at the boy who couldn't help but feel timid.That nearly three-meter figure came from the last advice and threat from the ancient "giant" that had survived for hundreds of years.All of this is frightening and frightening.

Of course the boy knew that Kurst hadn't left at all.These lingering monsters will never run away from their target.Even if the appearance of the death knight disrupted his plan, he could still stare at the vacancy of the alarm and reappear, and take what he needed by any means.This is the top hunter, the kind that is still classified as "human", an existence that is hard to resist.

Their strength can even rival the Royal Knights.

Beyond imagination, the kingdom's most extreme terrorist, criminal group.

Michelle's knowledge always gives the most objective answer.Without any subjective emotions involved, this is purely the knowledge registered in Wang Ku's library, which has undeniable credibility.

Once you become enemies with them, the consequences will be disastrous.

But but but—

What he wants to take away is the most precious thing for the young man.

"I don't intend to offend you. You should know that I have kept this ancient book by my side since I was born. To me, it means the inheritance of the greatest hero, Riel. You can take everything around me, money, bags, clothes, even"

The boy fought back his fear.

"I can even accept any organ that can't be killed. Only this book, I can't accept the result of losing it."

"Are you willing to lose everything for such a book that you can't understand?"

The bone-piercing cold air began to churn on the dagger.At the same time as the black light began to flood, the young man saw strangely that black ghost insects began to grow in the black light!

It was a highly poisonous insect that was rumored to penetrate into the skin and blood vessels, rot and kill human organs from the inside, and it had been extinct for many years.Now it is used by Kurst as a fierce killing move, and it begins to multiply and gather on the dagger!

The ghost worm that makes everyone frightened is a monster that can never survive if it is attacked!Life hangs by a thread, life hangs by a thread!

If his life is lost, how can he fulfill those long-cherished wishes and follow in the footsteps of Riel?

But at the same time, without Ruier's guidance, how can he have the courage to move on?

"I'll ask you again. Are you willing to lose everything?"

"I"

"Let him go! Bastard!"

Accompanied by a roar, a strong ice storm struck quickly.The ice pick wrapped in the strong wind cut through the air extremely sharply, and actually chopped all the ghost insects into pieces.

But when the ice cone touched the black frost dagger, it was shattered by a stronger force instead.The elemental energies began to collide and fight each other, causing shock waves after waves in this small and messy dilapidated tavern.

Deman made a move.He can't tolerate the provocative behavior that repeatedly threatens Ruo this, and he can't tolerate the indifference and arrogance that repeatedly trample on the dignity of others.He decided to teach the other party a lesson and let him taste the pain.

Even if he knew what a terrifying powerhouse that guy in black robe was.

Black Frost is the ultimate dead weapon made of black gold that has been put aside for decades in an extremely cold freezing environment and then completely turned into masonry and then tempered by ice and fire. It is also recognized as the hardest metal, even with several Even smashing with ten sledgehammers could not cause any damage at all.But in the same way, the use of such metals will also cause great damage to human physiology.Black Frost will cause people's body vitality to be gradually lost due to the destruction of body fibers. After the blood coagulates, the limbs will be as stiff as wood, so it is difficult for ordinary people to control this artifact.

But Kursters are by no means ordinary people.

To be more precise, they are gods among assassins, sitting on thrones that cannot tolerate any resistance or provocation.

Kurst's body disappeared.And the young man seemed to realize something in an instant——

"Mal!!!!!!!!!"

"Oracle field!"

Knight Awakening Skill.After passing the intermediate test, you will get a skill book from the professional guild.That is the most authoritative skill description issued directly by the royal family.

Oracle, Amaterasu, Eternity.Kingship is endless.Amidst the invasion of darkness, only this body stood firm.

This man, this heart, this shield, fights for the oracle, begging your forgiveness.

What holy magical energy.

Angelic incantations sang arias and soared around, and Mar's great shield formed a huge magic circle of pure white layers, completely enveloping the entire space.But the black frost bombarded on the white barrier, and could only cut a few ripples.

The highly poisonous dagger that caused almost fatal damage to the death knight could not penetrate the interior at all.

he shouted.Mal screamed frantically as if he was overdrawn.Wings grew from behind him, gradually floating in the air, and then he knelt devoutly in front of the large shield on one knee, but the light became stronger and brighter in front of such prayers.

It was already dark, but at this moment, the Hero's Tavern was as bright as day.

He answered the boy's cry.For the first time, he guarded his friends and his dream.

At the cost of burning his own life, he raised his great shield and chanted the oracle.

Even if the armor would shatter, and the great shield that had been built with all the painstaking efforts would become scrap metal, he didn't care at all.

He was entrusted.For the sake of many, many people, and for a promise that he had already promised. This time, he can no longer betray.

"Quick, let's go. Go and finish our mission."

He struggled to squeeze out the words.And Kurster has summoned countless ghosts in the continuous attack, and the darkness that almost covers the sky has the tendency to suppress the light curtain.

"This is my only appeal."

"But, but I—I couldn't have done it without your help."

"Go! You are a headhunter, and sooner or later you will find a better team than me."

"If we are lucky, we will meet again."

"Go. Unsung hero. To fulfill his dream."

Deman was in tears at this time.This is no treacherous villain, at this moment, Maer is more noble and pure than anyone else in his eyes.He is a hero through and through, a hero forever.

"What about you?"

"I'll help him. If he loses strength, I'll try to hold Kurst down and get as far away as possible."

"Don't worry, I'm still young, so I won't die so easily."

He smiled, but pushed the hesitant boy out of the door.Seeing the loss of his prey, Kurst wanted to give up his attack on the shield and turn around to hunt down the boy, but was blocked by an ice wall in Deman.

He rolled his eyes almost mockingly, laughing wantonly at the deadly killer who had been silent all this time.

"It seems that your mission is useless."

He didn't respond.His eyes swept over the slightly relaxed two people, and he sighed softly.

"Sacrifice. Sacrifice is not worth it, no matter for whom."

"It's like a mother trying to protect her child."

"It was just luck... when her baby was disembowelled,"

"She's never seen again."

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Is it really worth it?
The boy's first reaction to get out of danger was to ask himself this question.

Is their trust in themselves and entrustment to themselves really worth it?
A mercenary with a lot of bad records, a fledgling adventurer like himself.

They joined their own team, intending to find their way to riches through dangerous tasks.But why are you willing to bear the risk together when the risk comes, and even willing to exchange your life for the safe evacuation of the teenager?

How could he bear such trust and care?
He couldn't feel any pleasure of relief from the pressure, but only a deep sense of guilt.

Michelle was silent with him.His eyes that have experienced many vicissitudes have seen too many human relationships, and he has long been familiar with the parting of life and death.

However, he was still surprised by the reckless choice of Mal and Deman.

In fact, he already had the idea of ​​persuading the boy to give up the book.Because as long as Kurst stares at him, it is impossible not to catch up with him.It is only a matter of time before Ruier's inheritance is taken away.

However, he still chose to respect their dreams and their choices.

They firmly believe that headhunting can bring light to the world.

The flames of war have been rekindled, and the bloodshed of the Great Patriotic War will be repeated.

And the headhunter in front of him might be the winner of this war.

Therefore, he needs Riel's guidance and needs Riel to open up a new path for him.

Michel looked at the gray-black sky, and there were even flames and crossbow bolts flying in the distance.It should have been a tough battle to defend the city.The tenacious struggle of mankind has just begun at this moment.

"Come on. Let's go to that place."

The boy took out the scroll that recorded the secret location, and said softly.

"Now we are the only ones left. We don't have any fighting ability, so we can only avoid contact with the undead as much as possible."

"As you wish."

They stepped out of the magic shield of Oran Town.Outside the city, there are all kinds of adventurers fighting wildly with the undead, and trembling civilians.Suddenly, everyone had to go out at night to find a new shelter for themselves.

The young man managed to maintain his composure, and followed the flow of people outside.

Suddenly, he was stopped by a dignified voice.

"Hey. You're the one, headhunter, right?"

He wears a cowboy hat and sunglasses and is unshaven.Thin body and deliberately concealed face. Middle-aged people in their 30s to 40s.Both the shirt and trousers are torn and wrinkled. But it's not annoying.

But the most eye-catching thing is his almost eight-meter-long sword.It was a kind of metal that the boy could not recognize at all. It was pale silver on the outside, but the cast iron inside was gray. However, the structure of this great sword was more than one layer. It adopted a double-sided and double-layer design. Four points of the knife—

"Excuse me, what's the matter?"

"Nothing. Ask."

He sized up the boy, and finally his eyes fell on his bulging backpack.

"Can you see the backpack? Just look at it from a distance. Open it."

"This"

The young man looked troubled.However, he shouldn't have any malice.

"Ok."

"I see. You can close it now."

The man saw what he wanted to see and lit a cigarette.

"He did his job. I misread him."

"what?"

"Nothing. Let's go."

With a big sword on his back, he walked forward.

"From this moment on, I am your new teammate. I will help you complete that commission."

A gust of drafts rushed in.

(End of this chapter)