The announcement of the selection was quickly posted on the old blue pine in the center of the village. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 InfoA dozen silent hunters were busy at the site where the festival was held the other day, tearing down the semi-permanent kitchen and enclosing a large piece of the ground.

"We're setting up a venue for the assessment." When the old village chief asked, Morin replied simply.

Lu Xiu found a small round shield made of wood and iron out of nowhere, let Feng Chen hold it in his left hand, hold his usual tool knife in his right hand, and then put on his leather coat when hunting, like a warrior. Feng Chen wordlessly patted the big man on the back to express his gratitude, this usually doesn't talk much, but Lu Dama, who is very thoughtful, can always help him at critical moments.

You can bring your own weapon in the selection competition, and this clause is clearly written on the notice. Although I don't know what the content is, it is clear that this article is to consider the comprehensive quality of people in a battle.

It's not that Feng Chen doesn't want to bring his father's bow and arrows and long knives, it's just that he hasn't told him about wanting to be a hunter yet. The so-called special training and intelligence collection for days were all done without his father, and the price was that he was always scolded as a "little cub" by him after hunting empty-handed every day.

If you listen to your father's thoughts, you may only be scolded, and you will save dinner by the way, he thought so, and walked in the direction of the old blue pine in the village.

Today is the day of the selection.

Probably infected by the heroic story told by Uncle Harder at the return festival, there are still many excited children who sign up, despite being secretly taught by their parents not to go to the audition. Children as old as twenty and as young as fifteen came in to fill a small area under the high platform for registration.

That's right, under the blue pine tree, a high platform made of planks and iron sheets, one meter high, about twenty meters long and wide, with a fence of pointed wooden piles on the edge of the high platform, and only two gates for people to go up and down in front and back. In Feng Chen's eyes, this is a huge trap for hunting.

"Hey, this isn't going to be for us to go in here and fight each other, is it?" Hayi asked timidly, he saw that some of the older children were using sickles, nail rakes, and hoes as weapons for agricultural tools, and the big ox of the blacksmith's house in the east of the village brought a huge hammer, and the fat man had no doubt that the hammer, with the arms as thick as the handle of the bull, could smash the small body of the dust like an iron ingot.

"Let's take a look first." Sweat gradually seeped out of Feng Chen's palms, "It's better not to fight each other." He glanced at the small pavilion temporarily erected on the side of the high platform, and there were three chairs in the direction of the ring, the one in the middle was the one in the front, and carefully identified it, that one was actually the rocking chair of the village chief's uncle's house, but presumably the person who sat on it today should be the golden civet examiner.

There are many times when the children in the village disagree with each other, and the most they fight is to scratch some flesh and skin, and the children who have been doing farm work, hunting, and playing around since childhood have strong bones, and they can't break or break down. But it was the first time that a knife and a gun had been used to fight each other.

A knife that is not sharpened is also a knife, and an axe that has rust is also an axe, and it is the flesh of each family's heart, and if it is stained, the two families may become indissoluble mortal enemies. There had never been such a precedent in the selection projects collected by Hai Yi over the years, and Feng Chen hesitated in his heart, in case he did it to his fellow villagers, he would give up, he told himself secretly.

The entourage hunter at the registration office seemed to only say "name", "age" and "next", Feng Chen lined up, vigilantly looking at another wave of people not far away, they were parents who were not at ease with their children, and were stopped outside the red line by the union hunters, Feng Chen silently prayed not to see Daddy's face inside, and those who recognized him should not be kind enough to tell Daddy.

Finally reported in fear, he saw Feng Manyun again in the waiting area, the little landlord was still wearing a muslin robe, and the wooden knife was behind him.

"You're going to take this for the test?" Not seeing Manyun with other weapons, Feng Chen asked curiously.

"What's right for you is the best." The boy replied coldly.

"Please, look around." Xiao Orion pointed around, farm tools of different lengths mixed with kitchen utensils were held in the hands of candidates of all ages, mixed with shoddy spears and short swords, but in any case, these were either heavy or sharp real murder weapons, and they were always a hundred times stronger than the toy-like wooden knife in Feng Manyun's hand, "If we are allowed to fight, I will not show mercy." He reminded.

"I'm the one who wants to win the hunter spot, so I won't be defeated by someone dressed as a miscellaneous soldier like you." Feng Manyun glanced up and down at the equipment that sealed the dust, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

This rich baby doesn't know what medicine she took, but she went farther and farther on the road of childish heroic dreams, Feng Chen thought. Without speculation, the little hunter left in a huff, and chose another corner of the waiting area to stand.

The registration lasted for about an hour, and the two little followers somehow got into the waiting area for candidates who could only enter by registering, and as soon as the three of them met, the waiting area was blocked by the union hunters, and someone had already run to report to the examiner. After nearly a quarter of an hour, the chief deacon, Morin, led the village chief and Hader to the crowd.

At this moment, Morin was still wearing his golden armor, the red cloak hung down to the ground, and his excessively short stature really caused a whisper from the children, but he didn't realize it, and his face carried the depth of a high-ranking person. Uncle Harder's face was better than a few days ago, and Feng Chen took time to apply medicine to him every day, and at this time, the poisonous flesh of the claw marks on his back had disappeared, and new bodies began to grow.

"Children, this is the deacon of the Hunters' Guild and the chief of Morin, who came from the southern end of the Great Snow Mountain to select hunters from among everyone." Uncle McGonagall stepped forward and silenced the crowd's chatter, "Welcome, everybody!" ”

The teenagers looked at the examiner hesitantly, and only sparse applause rang out—most of them clenched their weapons nervously in their hands.

"I hear," Morin's voice was low and penetrating, "I heard my entourage say that some of you were wondering if the selection was a martial arts contest, and that the winner would receive the silver star representing the trainee hunters. ”

"If this is in Golden Feather City, the person who just said that, I can already invite him out of the examination room." The chief deacon had a proud look on his face.

Hearing this, including Feng Chen, many teenagers secretly breathed a sigh of relief, no matter how eager they were to be hunters, they were still kind children after all.

"Hunters are the oldest and noblest profession on the continent, and we have three simple but powerful rules." Morin raised three fingers, his armor reflecting the sun's rays in a dazzling gold, "Always honor the honor of hunters, never aim hunting weapons at your companions, and make the protection of civilians the first principle of action." ”

This was the first time that Feng Chen had heard the three rules of the hunter in its entirety, and he muttered in a low voice: "What, it's headless and brainless, it's far worse than the rules of the hunting god." ”

"For thousands of years, countless hunters, driven by the first criterion, have continued to explore secret realms far from the city and the countryside, constantly fighting against more powerful monsters, watching each other under the constraints of the second criterion, uniting as one, protecting the weak and guarding their homes under the requirements of the third criterion. If I were to ask you to point your blades towards your fellow men in any way here, it would not only be me and the Hunters' Guild that would be disgraced, but the glory of the Hunters who guarded this continent. ”

"And today, I will select two people among you," Morin said, "They must have the best qualities, they must have the strongest will, the strongest physique, the strongest fighting faith, and the greatest development potential." I will choose them and give him the honor of being a hunter. Then, like their predecessors, they will be in the company of the widest world, the most powerful monsters, and the companions who can lean on each other," he said, "in other words, they will be heroes!" ”

The crowd cheered, and there seemed to be some magic in the words of the diminutive examiner, so that the children were aroused one by one to be ferocious, and slammed their crude weapons on the ground.

In Morin's words, all the children heard was the word "hero".