After gouging out the eyeballs of the target defector hunter and sending it back to Maureen, Harder soon received the latest instructions for him. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info deep in the thundering sand sea there is a stronghold set up by the other party privately, and the next destination of the old hunter is there.

Maybe it's a hideout, maybe it's a gathering place, but more likely, an observatory for large monsters. Hunters will not allow any individual or organization other than the union to have the ability to obtain the survival of monsters in large hunting grounds on their own, and hundreds of years of experience have shown that the act of privately observing the habitat information of monsters can almost be regarded as a precursor to large-scale private hunting of monsters.

Harder still doesn't know what kind of organization he's dealing with, and although he's shocked when he first sees the selection papers for the "Union Knights", he discovers that he seems to be a minor player in the secret team. A huge amount of intelligence was in the hands of the rear personnel, who themselves simply received instructions on where to go, how to go, how to return.

And who to kill.

After wiping the neck of the first man with his own hands, Harder rested in place for a whole day before he was relieved of the severe discomfort and dizziness. In his mind, the two towers made of Hunter's Glory and Hunter's Creed were in ruins in a day, making the old hunter feel like a dead soul.

But in Hard's heart, the opportunity to seek a future for Xuelin Village was more worthy of his struggle than the ethereal glory, because he had to brace himself and do his best to complete the next commission.

The wind and sand in the depths of the sand sea are not large, and the heat around them is almost the same, so there is not a trace of breeze. He walked for a day in this hot no-man's land, and when he had reached the four hooves of the little herbivorous dragon at his feet, he released the poor little fellow, and walked for most of the day, until he finally found his target in a small piece of rocky desert that suddenly appeared.

It was a series of improvised stone houses, resting on a tall rock with a flat roof, suitable for a lookout. The old hunter was overjoyed, hid his figure, and secretly moved closer.

Feng Manyun hung not far behind Hader for a day and a half.

At first, the boy was only worried about his uncle's safety, but after only two months in this hunting ground, he saw many experienced hunters die here. Surviving here depends more on a bit of luck, and the usefulness of strength and experience is very limited, and seeing Harder's sworn appearance before leaving, he can't help but be a little too worried. However, during the dozens of hours of tracking, Feng Manyun saw that the old hunter did not release the means to lure monsters, and he also ignored the movements of the monsters in front of him, and only acted in a specific direction, which was too strange for the commission of "going deep into the desert to find strange monsters". Despite being concerned about the upcoming shark tide in the Ministry, the boy still decides to follow his uncle all the way and see what he does.

The boy learned in the desert mostly some frontal means of fighting, and was not very good at concealment and tracking. But firstly, Harder did not think that there were still people in this vast desert who would deliberately track him, and secondly, the old hunter's heart had already been disturbed by his own actions, and he did not notice that there was a small tail behind him for dozens of hours of action and rest.

Finding such a hiding place in the depths of the desert, even Feng Manyun, who was not deeply involved in the world, felt that something was wrong. At first, he thought it was a secret supply point set up by the Hunters' Guild, but when Uncle Harder saw the house, he not only did not reveal his whereabouts, but hid it more discreetly. The young man was secretly suspicious, hiding behind a mess of rocks, and observing the situation on the other side through the cracks in the stones.

The "situation" came much faster than he expected.

Twenty meters from the houses, Hader pulled out his sword behind his back.

When he was still about ten meters away from the house, the old hunter began to run.

"Peng!" In the scattered house, directly below the lookout, the room that was clearly the main room was violently smashed open, and Harder dodged in. There was an immediate ping-pong sound in the room, and the boy vaguely heard the voices of more than one person.

The two months in the sea of sand made his nerves extremely thick, and the young man did not care about the danger that might arise, pulled out his love knife, and also rushed towards the stone house.

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"Codename 'Tanuki', male, between the ages of twenty-five and thirty, has been active in the past six months, targeting rare monsters that live in groups. He behaved in a perverse and violent manner, and was extremely dangerous. This is the description of Harder's target in the secret commission, and it is deliberately marked with a red pen after the appearance, common equipment and hunting methods, "This sub-attack method is strange and abnormal, it is recommended to rush into the attack and kill it without making it resist." ”

So that's what Harder did.

The second time he raised the butcher's knife to his companion, the discomfort in the old hunter's heart was not so strong. The power of attorney also comes with a wealth of incriminating evidence about him, including malicious destruction of hunting grounds and wanton hunting of rare monsters, and even circumstantial evidence of stealing valuable monster information from the union to finance poachers.

"We need someone to represent 'Hunter Glory.'" Here's what Maureen said. The Cavaliers were judging the most heinous of their kind, and thinking about it this way, what they did was not so despicable.

The enemy in the hut was indeed very vigilant, and the opponent's twin knives were unsheathed the moment before his own sword was imminent, and the two blades crossed to block the blow he was determined to get. Looking at the defector hunter codenamed "Tanuki" up close, the other party's face was covered by a full-coverage hood common in the desert, and he wondered if he had the illusion that he couldn't bear it, and he felt that there seemed to be something familiar about this person's movements and figures. But between the battles, Harder was not allowed to be in a daze, he drew his knife and turned around, and the light and agile knife slashed horizontally, and the sword faintly covered the opponent's face, chest, and abdomen.

The space in the house was small, and it was inconvenient for the "tanuki" to dodge, so he could only stand left and right under the resistance of the double knife, and was forced into the corner of the wall by the long knife in a moment. He tilted his head to avoid a sweep from Harder's blow, but the mask on his face clattered under the sharp tip of the knife, revealing a rather white face. Seeing that the old hunter's wind-like blade was about to be chopped down again, the man's pupils instantly shrank, and his hands reflexively blocked his face.

The sword paused for a moment above the face, but the man did not wait for his life, and instead the old hunter asked him a panicked question.

"Shang kitten? Why are you here? ”

Hader hurriedly put away his knife, took off his helmet, and looked at the other party's cheeks with a pair of eyes in disbelief: "You...... You shouldn't have ......"

"I'm dead." Seeing his old friend, the hunter named Shang Kitten took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and returned to a calm state, "What? You're a knight of the Guild now, do you want to kill me again? ”

The old hunter's heart was surging like a wave, and at this time and place, the person who appeared here was clearly the "tanuki" mentioned in the commission order. However, the old friend who had long since died stood in front of him alive like this, but the old hunter didn't know what to do for a while. He blinked a few times, but the pale face in front of him did not change, except that there was more stubble than remembered, and his eyes, nose and mouth were the same as those of a dead kitten.

"Uncle Hard? What are you...... Do what? Feng Manyun rushed into the door, but what he saw was a messy hut and two hunters facing each other, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

The old hunter let out a long sigh and jumped out one after another, the scene had far exceeded his expectations, no matter what development was going to take place, I am afraid that this commission could not be done. (To be continued.) )