Mark the Hunter, a member of the Hunter Brotherhood. Compared to most hunters, his short and fat body is really "rare". After all, most hunters travel back and forth between the deep forests and town fairs all year round, and sleeping in the open is commonplace. Besides, whoever eats the hunter's meal does not have a strong physique and agile skills.

Because you are not strong enough, the beast will teach you; You are not agile enough, the viper will teach you. But if you can't learn it, then you can easily bury yourself in some unknown corner of the vast forest and become the nourishment of the beasts and trees. Just as human beings accept the gift of this forest, it is a matter of course.

The profession of hunter was once very admired and admired. They can be described as a "bond", a link between the earthly world and the mysterious and rich forest.

Whether it is the luxurious and beautiful animal fur favorite of the noble lady and the lady, or the indispensable cherished raw materials of herbalists, alchemists and even mages, they can all be found in this forest.

In addition, the metal used to make weapons and armor, the huge and powerful siege machinery, and the boulders used to build the castle walls were all taken from the forest.

Hunters are also pioneers of humanity in opening up this unknown world. It's like having deep-sea hunters near the sea, exploring the same deep and rich oceans and islands, while specialising in catching giant sea creatures.

Although there are also people who can't tell whether they are fishermen or pirates.

The Oran Mountains stretch for tens of thousands of miles and support countless human beings. One of these towns is Otinenam, which is best known for its beer brewed from the Oran Springs and Great Black Malt.

There is large rye, which can only be grown in this town and the surrounding villages, and it is the main ingredient for beer, which is said to have been lost in the first place. Later, a hunter discovered it from a forest near the town and brought its seeds out by chance.

It has created the name of today's Odinger South American wine town! Travelers and merchants, adventurers and hunters will never forget the sweet, mellow stouts.

Imagine a midnight toast in the middle of the season of abundance, looking out at the snowy peaks of the distant sunset, the breeze carrying the white clouds flowing in the clear sky. I can't tolerate those selfish thoughts in my heart...... Talking and laughing with old friends, watching wives clean up the table, watching children frolicking...... Perhaps this is the dream of the old hunter Morgan.

But none of this is possible anymore...... Orlan didn't think about inheriting Morgan's dream, because the world didn't give him any hope.

Mark the Hunter, perhaps by his flattering and eloquent mouth, coupled with his cunning and scheming like a merchant. Got a lucrative spot in the Hunters' Brotherhood.

The Hunter Brotherhood was founded under the spearhead of the old hunter Morgan and several other veteran hunters. Originally, it was intended to help the hunters gain more profits, and also to make the hunters of Odingenan more united and formal.

At the same time, let the hunter this high-risk profession add some protection, and try to help those who are sick and have nothing to support through the power of the trade union.

Instead of being like a traditional hunter, thinking that one day he could make a fortune and live a peaceful life as a farmer, marrying a wife and having children.

It's not that this idea is wrong, but that some hunters will always take risks in order to "make a lot of money", either in the wilderness, or in the grass. After all, hunters are not farmers, they are better at swords, bows and crossbows.

The formation of the Hunter Brotherhood until it evolved into the existence of the "Hunter Chamber of Commerce". The greed of nature makes the hunter no longer a simple hunter, and the original wolf slayer Mark has become pot-bellied and oily.

Mark and his good brother Jack have been doing this for a few years now, and every year they meet new caravans to hire hunters to lead the way, and the children of nobles who like to play hunting games need a few guides. Then, according to the degree of "fat" of the fat sheep, it is "slaughtered" in different ways.

At first, they saw that the gold coins in William Arnos's pocket almost made them unable to walk, although they were a little scruples because of the prestige of "Arnos". But after their deliberation and speculation, it was determined that either these people were fake Arnos, or they were a minor Arnos nobleman with a side branch.

When you come to our Oran Mountain territory, whether he is a dragon or a tiger, it will not be a pit to death and pick up corpses together. Even if it's a knight master, it's not like he hasn't been pitted. Mark's house still has a noble sword with a silver-plated hilt and ruby-encrusted swords.

At first I heard they were going to find the Frost Giants? Oh my God, don't be funny. The kind of thing that scares children not to cry at night is only believed by the knight lord from a big place.

Mark guessed that this group of people thought that the blue-skinned cave trolls were frost giants, and wanted to kill one and go back to show off? Isn't this just the fun of the aristocracy, understandable. But when they meet Uncle Mark, they are unlucky, and the whole bag of gold coins will be ...... Well, do you want to split it with Jack?

But the world is unpredictable, along the way Mark and Jack try to lure the group into the pit, but they are able to crack them one by one. For example, the Bigfoot family was originally intended to lure them into a surprise attack while camping. However, these soldiers seemed to be quite capable, and they were detected in advance, but fortunately he himself was not exposed.

Since it doesn't work to attract monsters, let's play terrain killing! Mark tries to guide the crowd to seemingly safe places, such as the bottomless caverns of the nocturnal bats, the kind that you can't get out of. The smoke erodes the swamp, and at night it eats people. You can even take it directly into a large trap for the hunter, which can be triggered manually......

But these plans have failed inexplicably, tsk, this group of people is really like divine help?

In Oran's eyes, their little tricks were not feared at all, and perhaps Knight William was also clearly aware of it. So William was not at all worried that this wolf cub was with his wounded soldiers. Even if he drove him away, he didn't dare to guarantee that this guy would not return again, and when the time came, no matter whether he poisoned or lured monsters and other despicable means, the wounded would be wiped out.

It was dark quickly, and Oran quietly left to go to Mark, but he didn't expect to meet a like-minded person, who was the knight's lieutenant. It turns out that William also knows that there will be chaos if the troubles are not eliminated, and it seems that he is not a kind person of a woman.

It's just that people do this kind of thing behind their backs, and I don't know if his knight's "treasure book" tells him that it is against chivalry and glory to do so.

In this case, Oran doesn't mind helping him, at least he is quite happy to carry this "black cauldron". caught up with the adjutant and briefly communicated with him, although the other party insisted that he acted on his own initiative and had nothing to do with the knight.

But Orlan didn't care, he was just worried that Mark wouldn't die first.