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"How many people are there?"

"There's only one."

"What about strength?"

"I don't know, but it shouldn't be too strong."

In a low forest, a barbarian with two swords in his hand and nearly three meters tall crouched on the ground, lowered his voice and said to his companions on the side: "That person has been so badly injured on the outskirts of the 'pasture', I'm afraid it won't be much stronger." You must know that the closer the 'ranch' is to the center, the more dangerous it becomes, and that is where the strong of all races sit. In my opinion, that person's strength will not exceed the fourth level. ”

A handsome male elf crouched beside the barbarian, who snorted when he heard this, and said, "In other words, that man is nothing more than a four-star hunter......"

At the mention of the word "hunter", the handsome elf's eyes shot out with hatred and resentment, and the right hand that clenched the longbow clenched the bow to the point of clicking, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Since you only have the strength of the fourth level, don't think about going back alive." If these damned humans have the audacity to enter the 'pasture' to hunt us, they must have the consciousness to be hunted! Who is the hunter and who is the prey...... Not necessarily! ”

A thoughtful look appeared on the barbarian's resolute face like a knife and axe, and after a moment, he nodded: "It's okay...... Even if that person was a five-star hunter, he wouldn't be the match for the three of us if he was so badly injured. But it is better to be cautious, so that you approach from the east, I will go around to the south to prevent him from escaping across the river, and then let the steel sand advance from the northwest. Once we close the encirclement from three different directions, there is absolutely no way for that man to escape. ”

The handsome elf thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

The barbarian no longer hesitated, his lower body crouched still, his upper body slowly straightened, and then squeezed out a series of long beast-like howls from the depths of his throat.

The whistling sound passed through the dense forest and spread far away. The sound fell to the ears of the others and was no different from the roar of an ordinary beast, but when a dwarf armed with a musket in the dense forest not far away heard it, he immediately showed a look of listening, and then his face was revealed, and he turned around and headed northwest. The stocky and short body landed silently, no less agile than a bobcat.

So, a barbarian warrior, a moon elf hunter, and a musket dwarf known as "Steel Sand" silently surrounded a human who had not yet appeared from three directions.

Hundreds of years ago, it would have been difficult for three distinct races, barbarians, elves, and dwarves, to cooperate with each other to fight each other. But now that human beings are dominant, there is little room left for many alien races, so they have to unite as one. Especially in the extremely special area of "pasture", the end of not uniting is death.

The woodland where the few people lived was small and inconspicuous in the vast "pasture". The three aliens each moved through the woods, towards the center of the woodland, where they had the target they were about to kill, a human.

Although none of them knew the human, the bitter hatred between humans and the many aliens of the Big 6 alone already had sufficient reasons to kill.

On this Big 6, the hatred between humans and other aliens is completely irreconcilable. The relationship between the two sides is only to kill and be killed, to conquer and to be conquered, to enslave and to be enslaved. Savage and rough.

The pasture is the condensed place of this hatred.

Among the three alien races, the Moon Elf Hunter is weaker but cunning enough, and he is familiar with the woodland environment and can make the most of the location and hide himself. The strength of the barbarian warriors is quite good, I am afraid that they are comparable to the fourth-level powerhouses of the human race. The musket dwarf was extremely close to level five, and the swarthy and stubby musket in his hand was completely a murder weapon within ten meters. Under the combined siege of these three people, the average five-star hunter is probably not an opponent, and only a hunter with a six-star or above can deal with it.

The word hunter has a special meaning in "pasture", that is, "to hunt people of other races". The prey in the pasture is not an ordinary beast, but a different race other than humans. And the hunters can only be humans. This model would have been unimaginable to the ethnic groups of a hundred years ago! But under the pattern of today's big 6, it is a matter of course. Human hunters enter the ranch and try to hunt alien prey - this is how the ranch works.

Durand is a hunter. According to the archival records he kept in the Hunter's Hall, he was supposed to be a lowest-level one-star hunter.

If it corresponds to the hierarchy of human occupations, it is the weakest level of occupations.

As three powerful, cunning, and hostile aliens approached from three directions, the "weakest" one-star hunter, Durand, was sitting alone, cross-legged under a low tree in the center of the woodland.

His face looked extremely unhappy, with a cigar in his mouth, and he cursed and muttered to himself: "Damn! You actually say I'm a magician? Bastard thing! You're a magician! Your whole family of grandma is a magician!! ”

Not long ago, Durand had just fought a big enemy, but he didn't expect the other party to think of himself as a magician, which made Durand angry. With his rage exploding, he reversed the disadvantage and knocked the mighty Thunder Titan back with heavy blows.

Half a day has passed since the battle, and he is still angry, and he is still muttering at this time: "...... Enchanter? How could Lao Tzu be such a low-end thing? Hum! Lao Tzu is a battle method from the powerful main plane 'Sendelo'............ Hey? ”

Duland's face suddenly moved, and then his face listened. After a while, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he sneered: "Three little bugs!" How dare you beat my idea? Hmph......"

Durand shook his head, and continued to do his own thing without paying attention.

Under the low tree, he was shirtless, revealing smooth but not exaggerated muscular lines. His skin was delicate enough to make all women jealous, glowing with a strange glow in the sun. However, a hideous wound destroyed the beauty of his upper body.

It was a deep wound that stretched from the left shoulder blade to the right side of the lower back, and the blood continued to flow out of the turned flesh, converging into a small pool of blood under Duland.

The wound was treated simply. At this time, Durand was very casual in his cigar and at the same time neatly wrapped a circle of hemostatic bandages around himself. The sharp pain of the bandage tightening the wound made him grin hard, and his cigar bobbed up and down, but his hands remained steadfast. Durand didn't seem to know the imminent danger, and just concentrated on wrapping the bandages, as if there was only one thing left in his eyes.

On the turf next to Durand was a swarthy musket.

There are quite a few mottled marks on the red-painted grip, and it looks like the gun is some years old. The barrel is thicker than the average dwarven musket, and it is the thickness of a calf! It's more than three times the normal length! With such a huge musket, even the musket dwarves who are proficient in this way are difficult to master, and they don't know how a human like Durand can use it.

There was silence in the woods, and danger was still looming.

And Durand still doesn't seem to be aware of it.

When the fastest Moon Elf Hunter got closer to within thirty meters, Durand finally reacted. He glanced mockingly in the direction of the Moon Elf Hunter, then raised his right hand seemingly as usual and slammed it in front of him. With his movements, large orange-red flames leaped out of his palm, instantly condensing into a strangely shaped flame long knife.

With a hint of cruelty at the corner of his lips, Durand held the handle of the knife back, aimed the blade at the ground, and stabbed hard!

I saw that the blade formed by the condensed flames instantly broke through the ground, and most of it sank into the ground. At the same time, a flash of fire suddenly flashed under the elven hunter's feet, and a blade actually broke through the ground, which was the one where Durand pierced into the ground! It's just that at this time, the blade that broke out of the ground was dozens of times larger than the normal size, the width was nearly half a meter, and the length was more than ten meters.

The giant blade stabbed out of the Moon Elf Hunter's feet like lightning, and in a flash it disappeared, only to retract into the ground in a split second.

The Moon Elf Hunter still maintained a forward stance, the wary expression on his face still vivid. But a red line of blood suddenly appeared in the midline of his body, and then the whole person split in half out of thin air. Large strands of flesh and blood immediately poured out and scattered all over the ground. The fourth-level Moon Elf hunter didn't feel where the attack came from until he died.

Durand casually pulled out the flaming knife and threw it away.

Before the flame knife hit the ground, it silently dispersed into a large fragment of flames, and then disappeared.

With a distance of thirty meters, he casually slaughtered a fourth-level moon elf hunter without looking, where does Duland's cousin look like a one-star rookie hunter?! You must know that the magic he unleashed just now was not only powerful, but also unguardable, killing a strong alien race in an instant. His manipulation of manipulation and spellcasting methods are far more sophisticated than ordinary magicians. What's more, this kind of high magic is by no means a fire type magic known to the Big 6!

The Moon Elf Hunter died so silently that his two companions were unaware, continuing their battle plan as if they were sending them to death.

Moments later, Duland's ears moved slightly. His face remained silent, but he quietly freed up one hand and grabbed the giant musket at his side. The musket was as terrifying in weight and size, but in Duland's hands it seemed to have lost all its weight, as light as a toy.

Not far behind Duland, the majestic body of a barbarian warrior loomed in a bush.

The barbarian lurked silently, unaware that one of his companions had been eliminated. But this is not the most deadly, the most fatal thing is that he thinks he is perfectly hidden, but in fact he has long fallen into Duland's perceptual range.

From the barbarian's point of view, you can't see the musket in Duland's hand, only the back of Durand sitting cross-legged. From behind, Durand is completely defenseless and can be easily solved with just a sword.

Smiling contemptuously, the barbarian stared, held his breath, and then suddenly shot at Durand with all his might, he shot at Durand like a cannonball!

His explosiveness was extremely strong, and he could reach less than two meters behind Durand in just one vertical leap. The barbarian's huge body was still in the air, and his hands had raised his swords high, about to be slashed!

However, seeing that the barbarian was about to strike a thunderous blow, a thick and cold barrel suddenly appeared on Duland's shoulder, and the hole was so deep that it was impossible to see the bottom.

Duland's movement was simple, just a backhand against the musket on his shoulder, the muzzle of the gun pointed backwards, right at the barbarian who was still in the air behind him. He is like having eyes behind his back, both in terms of accuracy and timing, he is precise and perfect. The muskets of the dwarven clan are very lethal at short and medium range, and the barbarians are only less than two meters away from the muzzle of the gun at this time!

A frightened expression had just appeared on the savage's face, and a little red light had already lit up in the depths of the hole.

Bang!!

A rough gunshot broke the silence in the forest in an instant.

In the midst of the firelight, the barbarian warriors were hit head-on by countless bursts of iron sand. These extremely hot iron sands contain great kinetic energy, ruthlessly tearing the barbarian's majestic body to pieces.

The gunfire was still echoing, and the barbarians who were alive and well a moment ago had turned into countless pieces of minced meat, dyeing the dense forest behind Durand into patches of red, like purgatory on earth.

From start to finish, Durand didn't look back.

He chuckled under his breath, then gently lowered the slightly hot musket and continued to wrap the hemostatic bandage. On his face, he could still see a vague unfinished meaning, as if killing people was a great pleasure for him.

After a few moments, Durand finally got the last bit of work done. The entire upper body was tightly wrapped in a white hemostatic bandage.

It was not easy to fight the severe pain of the wound, and when the bleeding finally stopped, Durand couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He moved cautiously, then slowly stood up, lest the movement be too great and the wound would burst again.

Then, without any spell casting from him, an ice-blue magical shield appeared out of thin air beside him.

Almost as soon as the shield was formed, a small musket projectile splattered and crashed into the magic shield. But these powerful projectiles were all blocked, and they didn't hurt Durand in the slightest. The magic shield as thin as a cicada's wings is incredibly powerful.

Taking off the cigar in his mouth, Durand drank a little impatiently: "Don't try to escape, or you really won't survive." ”

"Uh-" Diagonally to the side, ten meters away, a musket dwarf froze in place, frozen in a ridiculous position ready to turn and flee.

Duland's words made him not dare to move slightly, and large beads of sweat oozed from every pore of his body, and then rolled down.

There are many aliens in the pasture, and although the overall number is not countless, the big 6 is definitely the largest gathering place of aliens. Although the aliens did not stay in the land of their own volition.

Among the many alien races, the musket dwarves are adept at short- to medium-range combat, especially within ten meters. However, the musket dwarf's proud musket did no damage to Durand, and all ammunition was blocked by a thin shield of ice-type magic. This shocked the dwarves. Especially after seeing the incredible power of the musket in Duland's hand just now, the dwarf completely lost the courage to compete with Duland.

After only a split second of hesitation, the musket dwarves made the decision to give up resistance.

"See...... Hell yes! How did you hit such a bad star? The dwarf shuddered and placed his musket on the ground, then lowered his head. In the musket dwarves, this means to admit defeat and surrender.

The dwarf didn't dare to speak, but he couldn't help but glance at the giant musket on the ground beside Durand, which was one and a half meters long. Compared to his musket, which was only half a meter long, Duland's musket was twice as long. Tremendous power often brings terrifying recoil. The dwarf had no doubt that if he used Duland's musket, his shoulders would be shattered by the huge recoil. He couldn't figure out how a human who looked like he was supposed to be a mage could use such a perverted dwarven musket? And still one-handed?

By this time, Durand had picked up the huge musket on the ground and walked up to the dwarf.

He looked at the dwarf who was dejected, looked up and down, and asked lightly, "Are you a musket dwarf?" Well, let me see, it wasn't the Storm Dwarf who was carrying a musket and pretending to be it, right? ”

"I'm a pure musket dwarf, not a pretend." The dwarf replied honestly, praying to himself that he would not be killed. Fortunately, the rule of the ranch is that "dead prey is never as good as alive". Therefore, the steel grand is not too worried that the other party will kill the killer when he has already given up resistance. After all, for hunters, a living dwarf often sells for a better price.

However, thinking of the tragic fate of being sold, the musket dwarves couldn't help but feel remorseful. This time, not only did he kick the iron plate, but he was the hardest of the iron plates. You can meet this kind of person on the outskirts of the ranch, and your luck can't be worse.

The dwarf suddenly thought: since this human is so strong, how can he be seriously injured? In the entire ranch, except for the top powerhouses of the various races, I'm afraid that no one can hurt him like this......

Without thinking too much about it, Durand spoke again and asked, "Dwarf, your name?" ”

"Steel grit." The dwarf lowered his head: "Steel sand. Vol. ”

"Oh, the surname 'Vol', that's really a pure-blooded musket dwarf......" Durand touched the stubble on his chin and smiled, "You're lucky today, let you go!" If you're not a pure-blooded musket dwarf, I'll definitely blow you in the head with one shot! ! ”

What the?! Steel Sand couldn't believe his ears.

He looked up in surprise and stammered, "...... What do you say? ”

"Didn't you hear?" Durand immediately grimaced: "If you want to get out, you'll get out!" Where is all this nonsense?! Fuck off! Hurry up and fuck off! ”

The steel sand was stunned for a moment, then nodded like a green onion, hurriedly picked up the musket on the ground, and rushed away step by step. While running, he shouted, "Thank you, thank you!" A magician with strength, grace and discipline like you will surely be blessed by the gods! Oh, may the gods of the plane bless you forever!! ”

Durand carried the musket and stood still.

He waited quietly until the dwarf was far away, and then a strange smile gradually appeared on his face, and he muttered in a voice that only he could hear, "Plane god? What kind of bullshit is that? This is not the main plane, where is the god denouncing? Hmph, what a grandma's ......."

Grunting for a while, Durand pursed his lips and strode in one direction.

He carried a musket nearly a man high on one shoulder, and while shaking his shoulder, he was still talking to himself with some nervousness: "Besides, Lao Tzu is not a magician...... Lao Tzu is a battle mage! A battle mage from the main plane 'Sendlo'!! Alas............ It's--his grandmother's! ”