The simplest and most straightforward injustice of this world is that it doesn't allow everyone to do what they like, and it doesn't let everyone do everything that they like. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Most of the hunters in the New World are led by an organization called the Hunters' Guild, which is responsible for receiving and disseminating commissions, collecting and selling information, and training and rescuing hunters. In short, it has a pretty much monopoly on everything that has to do with hunters.

Compared with the vast New World, human beings have only developed less than one-tenth of the land, harsh natural conditions, dangerous geographical environment, and more importantly, a group of powerful monsters that rely on the principle of survival of the fittest in such an environment, they are the main theme of this continent.

In order to protect the land that has been exploited by humans, and to organize forces to explore new homes for humans to thrive, the Hunters' Guild must ensure that a new batch of blood is pumped in every year.

Aged between 15 and 20 years old, in good health, and willing to maintain and practice the honor of a hunter, this is the standard for the selected candidates in the triennial hunter selection. The selected places are distributed to each city, each village in proportion to the population. Every time there is a selection, there will be countless hot-blooded teenagers who will compete for the few places with respect for the honor of the hunter.

This is the perception of hunter selection by people on the mainland under the propaganda of the hunter union.

Three silver stars, this is the selection quota that the union usually assigns to Xuelin Village. This means that the village will elect three teenagers of appropriate age, each of whom will serve in the union for two years after one year of training, during which time they will be led and dispatched by the union. At the end of their service, they can choose to become freelance hunters, continue to work in the organization, or even give up their status as hunters and choose to pursue another career.

The rules made the maximum concessions to villages with fewer people. If there are not enough eligible teenagers in the village to participate in the selection, an adult in the village who is already a hunter can be selected to serve on their behalf.

That is, Harder can fulfill the obligations of the union in place of the teenagers.

He's been doing this for a long time.

"Sister Ganmei's kid is dead." Harder said for no reason.

"I know." The village chief nodded.

"When the little slug came back from the western part of the wasteland, I was still on my way to the entrusted location, and most of the bones on the right side were bitten by the teeth of the submersible dragon, and the bone pierced into the lungs, and I couldn't save it."

The dragonman stopped the rickety chair with his feet, "I know that when that kid's coffin arrived, I received the airship from his family, but it's been more than a year, and they should almost find out." ”

"And then you're going to send those kids to their deaths?" He asked aloud suddenly, his eyes fixed on McGonagall.

"You have to trust them." The village chief's young face showed a look of embarrassment.

"They're just kids!" The hunter does not give up. "Of the eight people who have been chosen all these years, I'm the only one standing here," Harder said, "and do you know where there is such a mortality rate?" On the migration route of the ancient dragon, there will be no moon rising land in the far east, and there will be no one in the endless sea! ”

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, "I'll tell you what will happen to these children when they are selected, they will always receive the most dangerous commission, their intelligence will never be enough, the rescue boat will always be the latest, and the union will always think about their safety in the end!" You know why? The last sentence, Harder almost roared.

"Snow Forest Village...... It is an aboriginal village. McGonagall's face changed, he didn't belong to the village at all. A chance passing by more than a hundred years ago made him become the village chief step by step. But he stayed in the village longer than any native-born local.

He knows the history of the village.

The ancestors of Xuelin Village had already lived in the blue pine forest embraced by the god of hunting when they opened their eyes, and this was the "Old World" for them, unlike the people who came here from the distant Old World in airships and huge ships to establish their countries.

Over the course of a few hundred years, explorers of the Old World have gradually dominated the continent with advanced technology and economy, and north of the Great Snow Mountains is one of the few settlements of the people of the Old World.

The rulers of the Old World did not treat them as friendly as they were advertised.

"Every time we send a child to the union, we send them into the hands of death!" "Some of the kids ...... They can't even finish a year's training. ”

Magnini stood up, his face full of old age that did not match his countenance, "Little Hard! Are you sure you're going to have to argue with me about this every time you come back? Yes, those are kids, but what about you? What about you? ”

The village chief stepped forward without saying a word, and suddenly lifted Hader's shirt. Rao had a strong reflexes that had been trained in hunting, but Harder had no reaction to this one at all.

What a scarred body! It's like an over-dried piece of meat that is fed to a janitorial dog, which tears and bites but can't do anything about it, leaving mottled paw prints and tooth marks on the surface of the meat. As time passed, the scars accumulated, and the new scars covered the old ones and were covered by the newer ones. The piece of meat seemed to be torn apart in the next second, but it was able to hold on to it every time.

The difference is that Hard's opponent is not the greedy earth dog, but a myriad of powerful monsters.

The scene was worse than Magnini had expected, and he pointed to the most conspicuous and recent scar on his chest, a dark red irregular area with chapped skin in the middle of the area, falling with his breath.

"Kerose?" He shook his head and denied his speculation, "This is ...... Magma? ”

"I was sprayed by Yan Gelong, and it was blocked by chest armor, but it was scalded, and it was not in the way." Harder explained, scrambling to pull his clothes off.

The village chief had no intention of stopping, he turned to the back of the hunter and lifted the back of the placket with his cloak attached.

What caught the eye was a long claw mark that was worn cross-body on the back, nearly an inch wide at its widest point, and the flesh on the wound bulged out and glowed with an unhealthy flush.

Seeing this scar, Magnini's face instantly became serious, "You met the ancient dragon species. He didn't ask, but said it in an affirmative, unquestioning tone.

"I don't know...... Listening to the footsteps and the breath, I felt that it was not a monster that I could hunt, and I could not even maneuver and delay. Harder closed his eyes, "I could only run, and I was clawed, and I was still alive." ”

Magnini sighed, straightened the hunter's clothes, took a small jar of powder from the cupboard, and threw it to him. "Gu Long's wound is not so simple to heal, melt it with water, bear with it when you wipe it, the newly grown meat is poisonous meat, and it must all be corroded."

Harder wanted to say something again, but was stopped by the village chief raising his hand, "Give you a silver star, no more." He thought for a moment and added, "This is really the last time, so you don't need to be in such a hurry to do the commission." There are still two years to go, take it slowly, and don't get hurt. With that, McGonagall's eyes darkened, as if he had reached the age of more than a hundred years of human age.

Harder held the medicine bottle, his eyes full of gratitude.