Bang bang bang! A series of heavy crossbow shots hit the ground, and in an instant, the earth and stones flew up, and the hunters around them subconsciously bent down and raised their arms to cover their faces, even if they were wearing leather armor, they were hit by those gravel stones. They had to be glad that the entrance to the Brotherhood of Hunters hadn't been paved with a full stone pavement, otherwise the gravel stirred up by the heavy crossbow would have been quite lethal.

But what was even more jaw-dropping was that the silver-haired still figure suddenly appeared in a trance and trembled, and the crossbow arrows shot to the ground after passing through those afterimages in Central Africa. Too fast! They couldn't imagine how humans could dodge an attack that only the most cunning and nimble beast could dodge.

He approached Bonniel slowly, the length of each step, the time it took with each step, and the perfect rhythm didn't let the sudden attack disrupt it. It can only be said that everything is under his control.

Bonniel wasn't just panicking, he thought the Heavy Crossbow would kill Orlan like he had done a few years ago, but the maniacal smile on his face had now frozen to ice. He knew that the mad young beast had grown up and become the beast it is today, and it would never spit out bones anymore if it ate people.

"He won't let you go!" The voice in Bonnier's heart was arguing, fighting with another voice urging him to beg for mercy, "Then kneel down for him, give him all your possessions, and let him spare you!" ”

Bonniel clenched his chattering teeth, and his regressing figure stepped on the steps, stumbling and nearly falling.

Oran carried a dagger and grinned, and his wriggling lips made a lip gesture at Bonier, as if he was using his lips to tell him something, information that only Bonniel could understand.

Then the man who was on the verge of collapse lost all his senses, and the devilish and nightmare murmurs brought back those terrible memories.

Perhaps he was once a hunter, but he still had a little courage, and he raised the scimitar in his hand and shouted hysterically and slashed at Oran.

But the discerning person already knows that he has been abolished, and he has completely lost his fighting spirit and desire to survive from the inside out. In other words, he already knew his mortality, and it was just a child's powerlessness to resist and struggle.

"Wait! You can't kill him! The bald-headed and naked giant Abra shouted. After all, his master would not allow his master to see his "companion" die in front of his eyes (although he would love to).

At least now Bonnier is like a stupid waste dog, isn't he, it's even happier than killing him outright.

The dagger stopped at Bonnier's neck, the sharp blade had smoothed out some of the messy hair on the side of his face, and Orlan was unhappy that someone had interrupted his "interest", but he stopped. The reason is that Abra had helped him just now, no matter what the purpose.

Orlan tilted his head and raised his eyes to look at the giant man, he needed an answer.

"Bonnier, this man is like a piece of shit, but after all, he is a companion, a former companion. I've had some kindness before, so it's not too much for me to save his life. Isn't it a hunter's creed? "Abra is not a hunter, but that doesn't prevent him from using his identity as a hunter and his excuses.

"Yes. You duel with me, but if you lose, you all have to die. "For Oran, early and late kills are all kills.

Oh...... Roar...... Roar, bursts of cheers and shouts erupted around! About the ancient duel between hunters, this time you can finally get a glimpse!

Bonnier, who had collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, was dragged halfway by his cronies after leaving a dog to die for the time being, and now he was nothing more than a trophy. Whoever wins or loses will be classified as the winner's spoils.

"Roar! Fetch my big axe! Abra crunched his neck and swung his arms. The muscles of the naked upper body are raised, the green tendons are bursting, and the skin is gradually becoming red.

Orlan raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised, this Abra seems to have a bit of a purebred warrior's routine. This kind of move to stimulate one's physical potential in a short period of time can not only greatly improve all aspects of quality, but even reduce the pain sensation when injured. It can be said that a warrior in this state is a fearless killing machine!

Abra took the axe, which was taller than Oran's. There was no doubt that the cold light of the axe blade and the smooth and shiny handle of the axe were telling people that this arrogant weapon was not an ornament.

"It's Abra's great axe, O gods! A year ago I saw him cut off the head of an adult tiger with this giant axe, and blood splattered all over his body. It's like a god of war! ”

"I can't think of a fierce man like this anywhere in Odingenan, not among the hunters, not even the entire Pagain Guard!"

"This kid is miserable, I can't imagine the scene of his thin body being cut in half, but there is no way, it is Abra's who he wants to challenge!"

The hunters around him are now at the same gunpoint, and the people who were still supporting Orlan just now are already silently praying for this kind of kid. It seems that it is time for the Hunter Brotherhood to call the shots. What waste Bonnier, they don't know now!

Orlan didn't want to kill this person, but the first impression seemed that this person still had some ability and blood, at least much better than that Bonnier. And the most important thing is that this person did not participate in the siege in the first place, at least not on the surface. So at least for now, Orlan won't take the initiative to trouble him.

"It seems that you are also a person who likes to use heavy weapons, and like me, weapons are not heavy enough, and you will not have the strength to cut them! Hahaha. Abra glanced at the great sword that Oran had stuck into the ground.

Orlan withdrew the dagger from its scabbard and handed it to Lillian. And Lilian didn't say anything, and she didn't worry about Oran, because she knew that Oran's strength was not something that could be defeated by a creature that was not as "tall" as the Giant King.

Drawing his broadsword, Oran pulled a sword flower in his right hand and shook off the dirt attached to it. Leaning forward, holding the hilt of the sword in both hands, the blade of the sword is leveled, and the tip of the sword is aimed at Abra.

Abra raised his head to the sky and roared, and a great axe shook in his hand so much that it even scraped up a cloud of earth and rocks. The onlookers stepped back one after another, for fear of being accidentally injured, and they would be missing arms and legs if they rubbed it!

And the owner of the axe is actually not as "invincible" as everyone thinks.

Abra could feel the power of the man in front of him, who was as smooth as a glacial boulder, and waited for a flash flood to carry the rocks unstoppable.