"Didn't I wait for them, and besides, I couldn't wait for them to come back on their own." Bonnier replied with reason.

"Well, since you keep mentioning Mark and Jack as your 'companions', why didn't you think about saving them when you found out that they might be in danger, is this also a clear rule in your Hunter Brotherhood, so you abandoned the so-called companions so easily?".

Through Lilian's questioning, although the words are not very direct. But there is no doubt that none of you here are stupid, and you all know what they rely on to sit here today and "judge" others with great fanfare? Relying on the resounding name of the Hunter Brotherhood.

John Jr. remembers how excited and proud he was when he joined the Brotherhood of Hunters a few years ago, and he made a vow to the idol of the God of the Hunt.

At that time, all the hunters were like siblings, but now, they have changed unconsciously. The "brotherhoods" have changed, and they have begun to divide the territory of this small town like a bunch of ruffians, fighting each other and deceiving each other. And who remembers that their goal was boundless forests and majestic mountains?

And now there is a man who pokes them naked in the sore spots, asking them why they have abandoned their companions so easily. Practices like Bonnier's are shameful for everyone to know but turn a blind eye.

Some of the former hunters have begun to hesitate, while others are still insensitive to shouting and cursing.

"Bonnell, I have one last question, do you remember the oath of the Hunter Brotherhood? - Believe in the forest, give inexhaustible; Believed in the mountains, vast and solid; Believe in flowing water, irrigation and withstand ...... Treat the brothers who are traveling with you as brothers and sisters, do not betray, do not abandon ......"

Oran slowly recited the vows that had been forgotten by everyone, and beads of sweat were already forming on Bonniel's forehead.

"I ...... Of course I remember, I don't need to be reminded of this! You are using strong words, you murderer, now you will take him down for me in my life! Bonnier exclaimed.

"The hunter's duel, I ask you if you dare? Bonnier. ”

Scold! Orlan drew his broadsword and thrust it at his feet. The ancient profession of hunter had a reason to defend his dignity, just as warriors and knights duel for their own glory.

It's clear that the Hunter Brotherhood is split into two groups, and it seems that the two groups are not dealing with each other.

"That's right! Since he dares to propose a hunter's duel, then you should promise him that you have robbed him of his things. Then use a duel to prove whose thing it is! ”

"Only the bravest hunters deserve the spoils! When I heard about your new sale the other day, I always wondered when Bonnir had the ability to hunt a flame Komodo?! ”

"Yes, promise him!"

"Accept the duel!"

"Come on, leave those people alone!" Bonniel gritted his teeth and said to his cronies, and then the two sturdy hunters, dressed in wolf's skin, took their knives and walked towards Oran.

"Hunter, when did you become someone else's lackey? In vain, you are still wearing wolf's clothing! "I saw a bald and naked giant, a giant man who looked more powerful than anyone else appeared.

"What brothers are willing to stop these two dogs and give Bonniel a chance at a fair duel with this man?" Then the giant man spoke. Apparently there were his men in the crowd as well, and soon the two Bonnier cronies were stopped by others.

"Hey, Abra, when will it be your turn to call the shots?" Bonniel gave the giant a disgusted look.

"I'm just trying to maintain the name of our Brotherhood of Hunters a little, so that outsiders don't see the jokes. Why, are you already afraid? Abra laughed hoarsely.

And the people around him, the hunters who belonged to Abra's camp had already begun to laugh and turn the finger at Bonnier.

"Oh, boy, that's what you said, don't beg for mercy when you're going to die!" Bonniel pulled out the scimitar from the waist of his cronie and walked down the steps.

Some of the hunters around began to howl and began to cheer...... However, no one noticed that someone next to Bonnier had just walked away.

"Boy, when I was hunting bears and wolves, you may still be peeing your pants in your mother's arms. And the rules of hunters, you know? ”

Of course, Orlan removed the short bow, felt for a couple of short marks from the cuffs, and drew the dagger from the side of the boot. Then he took the dagger from Lillian's hand, and finally unfastened the cloak and removed the leather armor.

"Oh...... How is she silver-haired, is she an elf? ”

"No, he's not a woman. In my experience with so many women......"

When Oran's face was fully displayed in front of everyone's eyes, a lot of discussion erupted around him. But Bonnier's expression changed dramatically, his brow furrowed, then loosened again, and then laughed wildly, and he recognized Oran.

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect you to be the remnant of the traitor old Morgan's family. Do you know you're killing yourself? But Bonnier's palms were already sweaty.

He was present on the day of the siege of Morgan Sr. and Oran. When old Morgan was pierced in the chest with a heavy crossbow blow, he remembered that the silver-haired imp was like a mad beast...... Right! It's the dagger! I've never seen a beast like this with a sword, he's not human at all! Fortunately, he was far away, otherwise it was a question of whether he would have escaped back.

"You know what...... At that time, old Morgan, old Morgan was killed by my arrow, hahaha, I know that he is bent on protecting you, so he aimed at you! Bonniel swallowed and didn't notice that he was retreating, but he tried to use something to shake Oran's mind, and years of hunting had taught him that it was easier to deal with angry and irrational beasts.

Well, the same heavy crossbow, he has already sent someone to prepare it.

In the eyes of everyone, what is wrong with Bonnier, who was majestic and eloquent a second ago, but now he has met a cat with a mouse, but he is still desperately trying to be strong.

But Oran's expression remained the same, and he didn't turn into a mad beast as Bonniel thought.

"I know, I saw you then." Then Oran's smile was like a flower, but Bonnier suddenly felt a chill climb from his heels to the top of his head, and his scalp was numb.

"Kill him!" Bonniel screamed in a nervous breakdown, pointing his machete at Oran.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! A few crossbow arrows that broke through the air made people hunt overhead, and they sounded like heavy crossbows for hunting large prey! Some people have already subconsciously climbed down.

I don't even dare to see the silver-haired boy being smashed with a heavy crossbow bolt and weighing the meat sauce, knowing that this is the equipment that can only be used to hunt ogres, trolls, and giant beasts like Komodo.

This heavy crossbow, almost as thick as a baby's arm, will have no problem piercing ordinary boulders! And how can such a fragile human body withstand it?!