One day, the hunter will become the prey. - Gondor the Bounty Hunter

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Rewind time to when Mu Yan and Uno had just taken a step towards Eleventh Avenue.

In the glittering gold coin, a frustrated Morabi finally waited for Gondor.

……

Gondor is an outlier among the goblins, an orphan who was raised by Spike, the old dog of the "Lord Grey Hat". But Spike doesn't raise him as a son, but as a tool.

Killing, as well as tools for making money.

Gondor has been thrown into a monster pile since he was a child, and Spike will have people watch him around, rescue him before he is torn to pieces by the monsters, and then give him gold based on the number of monsters he has destroyed.

In Heru, the grading standard of Warcraft is no different from that of Lokan, from level 1 to 7 corresponds to levels 10 to 70 in the game, and the value of the magic core taken out of Warcraft's body has also increased exponentially.

But Spike doesn't do that, and the price list he gives Gondor is that a few levels of Beast Core are worth a few gold coins.

The hard-earned gold would be recovered by him in the next few days—he would sell Gondor potions and food at a high price, and he would be called a life and death experience, and he would not be allowed to buy them elsewhere.

So Gondor, who grew up in this environment, only cared about two things in his life: killing and getting a bounty. The latter is the meaning of his existence, and the former is the support of the latter.

This straightforward view of money manifests itself in various ways, such as when he later kills Spike and pulls out the blood-dripping Spinner Blade from his body, and skillfully peels off the gold teeth from the old dog's mouth.

"This thing is worth 10 gold coins, and I'll have to find three of him."

Gondor said this, then held out his hand to Moraby, the only witness.

Although Morabi regarded wealth as his life, he did not dare to hold it up in front of this lord, so he had to pay obediently.

Gondor gets the three gold coins and shoves them into Spike's mouth, then slices his neck off like he did with the beasts.

Later, Mora became a grey hat and met Glazer. Fearing that something bad would happen to the powerful wizard, he asked Gondor if he could do anything wrong. As a result, the goblin, who called himself the "Bounty Hunter", asked him rhetorically, "Are you sure you can afford this bounty?" ”。

"How much does it cost to kill him?" He asked at the time.

Gondor replied, "Killing him would require me to take my life, so how much do you think my life is worth?" ”

Then Morabi panicked.

He panicked as he watched the bounty hunter who had killed Spike and helped him win the Grey Hat title, not because he was worried that the other party would threaten his life, but because for the first time, he felt that there was something in the world that could not be measured by money, and he immediately gave up that naïve idea.

He has rarely contacted Gondor since then, and the latter left Hosti two years ago, and is said to have gone to Tallinn, north of the River Styx, to "learn" the art of concealment from the people there.

Almost a year later, he heard the news of the death of the leader of the Tallinns, and then it wasn't long before Gondor returned.

Strictly speaking, this was the first time he had summoned Gondor since Glazer suddenly disappeared seven years ago.

……

With no appointments and no announcements, Gondor walked in silently, like a cloud of air, undetected by Moraby's perception.

"Moby."

A slightly hoarse voice woke Moraby from his musings, and only one person in the whole of Hosdi called him that.

"Gondor?"

He looked up and saw a yellow-skinned goblin with a red scarf standing in front of him, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

The opponent was still carrying the huge Flying Whirling Blade behind his back, the whirling blades of the three blades were sharp, and the blade body was as gorgeous as blood.

"You're short of breath, Moby." Gondor looked at him, a smile in his small eyes. "Are you afraid of me?"

"Whew-"

Morabi forced himself to calm down.

I haven't seen him for a long time, this guy is even more terrifying, it seems that the trip to Tallinn has made him improve a lot.

"It's been so long since you've seen you, and you're-"

"Moby, don't talk nonsense, time is money, you won't forget, right?"

"Of course I do." Morabi twisted his neck a little unnaturally, and the fat on his chin trembled.

"I just think I need to give you an explanation to put down your commission and rush over."

Gondor didn't answer, looking at him quietly.

“…… Then I'll be straight to the point, I want you to help me kill these two people. ”

Morabi opened a curtain of light in the air, on which were Uno and Mu Yan.

"The guy in front of him has a ticket for the Nagfar, you should have seen it. As for the latter one...... He can be tricky, you be careful. ”

"Tricky?" Gondor grinned silently, the gesture hidden under the red scarf, unseen by Moraby.

"For me, it's just whether the price is right or not, and there are no thorns or tricks."

"It could be that person behind him!" Morabi hurriedly explained: "It's ......"

"What is it?"

Moraby's eyes were a little flustered.

"That...... Wizards, the ...... who can't be priced. Wizard. ”

Hearing this explanation, Gondor's eyes flickered stiffly, and then stared at Moraby.

The atmosphere froze at this moment, and Morabi was stabbed uncomfortably by the other party's eyes.

After a long time, he heard a heavenly answer, which seemed to be a relief.

"Price?"

Gondor asked in a hoarse voice.

Whew-

Morabi breathed a sigh of relief, he took out the crystal card that Carbole had given him, gritted his teeth, and withdrew a ring from his finger.

"There are 300,000 gold coins here, is that enough?"

"The bounty is set by the employer, and the hunter has no opinion."

Gondor took the object, put it in his package, and glanced up at Moraby.

"So my life can be clearly priced, right?"

Moraby's heart tightened, and he didn't dare to look Gondor in the eye.

"Good luck, Moby."

Gondor waved his hand and slumped away.

It had been a long time before Morabi looked up, and he looked around to make sure that Gondor was indeed gone, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"There's nothing that can't be priced, my ...... Friend. ”

He muttered.

As he said this, he remembered the days when he was ordered by Spike to spy on an orphan.

It's not so much surveillance as protection, saving him from the brink of death again and again, or watching him cut open the body of the monster with a giant blade, pull out the core, and then exchange Spike for pitiful gold coins, which he can use to buy pitiful potions and food, and so on......

He thinks that the other party will be full of hatred for Spike, but in fact, until Spike's broken body is burned to ashes, the other party never shows a trace of joy in revenge.

Maybe the price...... Set it a little low?

He waved his hand as if to banish the thought from his mind.

Then there was a voice outside.

"Fat ratio!! Your business! It's the polite Oriental from last time! ”

"Mu Yan?"

Moraby's eyes widened and he sprang out.

……

Gondor stood in the doorway of the shining gold coins, hunched like a down-and-out goblin beggar.

Just when he passed by Mu Yan just now, he left his mark.

As for why he didn't just do it, but made it so troublesome, he didn't know, maybe he didn't plan to cause trouble to that guy.

After all, if someone dies at the door of the shining gold coin, it will be difficult to clean up, and maybe it will attract the investigation of the Hosdi, and it will be exposed.

He thought so, as if to give himself a reasonable explanation, and then he felt a little funny: Hunters who were born to exist for bounties would care?

After all, it's the gold that counts.

"Three hundred thousand gold coins, huh."

Smiling mockingly, he strode towards Eleventh Street, not coming back for a long time, and remembering that there was a tavern there, just in time to get an idea of who "Uno" was.

However, as he walked through the alley two blocks, a familiar face appeared in front of him.

"Today is my lucky day?"

He couldn't help but have such a thought, wasn't the guy in front of him who was pacing in place with a big grin in front of him the "Unuo" who appeared in the light curtain with the one named Mu Yan?

His figure then disappeared into the air, making a soft "bang" sound, like exploding a firework, and a faint wisp of smoke dispersed.

……

"Little Uno, stay where you are, don't move, and don't sway back and forth."

Ricky's somewhat trembling voice suddenly came, and Uno suddenly became nervous.

What scares Uncle Ricky so much?

As if sensing his thoughts, Ricky laughed and scolded, "This is excitement, you little bastard." ”

Agitated?

Uno didn't have time to think about it before he heard a soft sound of "bang" in the air.

It is said to be soft, but it is actually very sharp at first, but gradually becomes longer.

The sound ranged from shrill to low, lingering and continuous, as if two thin swords collided together, and a trace of spark popped out between the sharp blades.

He hurriedly looked up, but there was no enemy in sight.

It seems that the enemy is an assassin like Uncle Ricky.

Thinking of this, he felt the urge to flee into the tavern, but then he remembered what Uncle Ricky had told him......

"Stay where you are, don't move."

Uncle Ricky never lied to himself, and this time was no different.

Uno swallowed and stood still, staring wide-eyed at the air between the two walls.