It's a dangerous world, especially for people who live in the sun. Not only humans, but even other intelligent races on this land have to admit that the world that gave birth to them is not friendly. The things in the depths of the forest, the things in the caves, the things in the shadows, there are too many beings to threaten the fragile lives of the mortal race.

Of these, the deadliest are not dragons or demons, both of which can scorch vast swathes of land. But in terms of frequency and the depth of the damage, they are nowhere near as good as their misguided kind. These inadvertently knocking on the door of truth are the real formidable threats, and the fragile will of mortals makes it easy for them to be blinded by power and do things that even demons would smack their tongues.

Thus, the hunter was born. They were mortals, at least for the most part, and these ordinary people relied on their knowledge of "prey" to hunt, and it was they who discovered that werewolves were afraid of silver, and the bloodlines were afraid of stakes. But their main targets are not these inhuman beings, but witchcrafters, or wizards, who are their hunting targets. In order to fend off these mad kindreds, they have mastered a special technique of forging over a long period of time.

The weapons born out of this forging technique are called witch hunting knives, and of course, they are not all knives in shape. Even before Cheese left the Grey Tower, he knew that if the caster had any predators in this world, it was the one with the witch hunting knife.

The Tomahawk in the hands of Harold III now is undoubtedly such a weapon. As a wizard, Cheese doesn't know how the witch knife works, which is the hunter's biggest secret, but when the lion on the tomahawk has a fierce glint in its eyes, the mage realizes that things may not go as smoothly as he thought.

"What's the matter, boy, are you scared?" said the executioner, who was carrying a tomahawk, took two steps forward. His voice was deeper than the previous one, and it felt like a beast whispering in his ear.

Cheese's response to the other party's provocation was simple. When his eyes shone with the brilliance of magic, the soldiers who had just been skeptical of the Blood Axe Grand Duke personally fighting couldn't help but take a step back. Even the black-robed swordsman who had been picked out by the duke before did not dare to look directly into the mage's eyes, and the instinct of the creature told him that the cheese at this time was very dangerous.

"There's something wrong with that axe. Jack, who was behind Cheese, said with a frown. As a wolfwalker, the witch hunting knife was naturally not a threat to him. But the mage's reaction and the faint smell of blood on Harold III unnerved him.

"Hearn's hand, you say?" Unlike werewolves, Lothar couldn't see anything strange about the weapon in the hands of the Grand Duke of Bloodaxe. For him, it was just a ritual weapon that was more important than a real weapon. The information related to it is nothing more than the decapitation axe used by the Blood Axe family, and the fact that it is named after the royal family, Hearn, as a manifestation of the king's will.

"I don't know what's wrong, but there's something wrong with that axe. You have to prepare, and I think I'll have to interrupt this trial if necessary. "When the wolfwalker says it is necessary, it is naturally when the cheese's life is in danger. However, this sentence came out of the mouth of Jack, who had been with the mage for the longest time, and perhaps proved that in the werewolf's subconscious, he had already decided that Cheese could not defeat his opponent.

But whatever Jack had planned, the glorious trial that would determine Lothar's fate began.

The soldiers surrounding the three of them staggered out silently, leaving enough space for the two dueling. For them, being able to see the most notorious executioner in the kingdom face off against a wizard of unknown origin is enough to brag about for a lifetime.

Harold III did not brandish his weapons to intimidate his opponents before going to war, as others do. For this man, his battle was more like an execution, and since the enemy's fate was already sealed, there was no point in intimidating a dying man.

"I know you're probably not going to tell the truth, but I'd better ask. Gray-robed wizard, what name are you going to engrave on your tombstone?" asked the Grand Duke of Bloodaxe, looking at Cheese. He didn't seem to care about the magic that flickered in the mage's eyes.

Cheese raised an eyebrow, the light in his eyes making the action obvious.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I've made a pact with someone else to die at her hands. So, this kingdom will not have my tombstone. ”

"Yes......" Harold was silent for a moment when he heard the mage's answer. But as an executioner, he doesn't have mercy on the prisoners he wants to kill. After silently calculating the distance between himself and Cheese, the Grand Duke lunged towards the mage at a speed that did not match his appearance.

Fighting an enemy armed with a witch knife was also a first for Cheese. Knowing that the other party was his nemesis, the subtle fear in his heart and the curiosity about the unknown mixed into a sense of excitement that filled the mage's body. Feeling the power pouring out of his body, what kind of ability his body was repaired by the raindrops of the first rain, Cheese was very curious about this, and this was the reason why he took the initiative to participate in the trial.

"Is that guy crazy? Lothar pointed to Cheese's figure and said to the wolfwalker beside him. And Jack beside him was already speechless from shock.

Without him, looking at his opponent who was getting closer and closer, the mage did not choose to retreat or release his magic as others had expected. I saw him with an almost crazy smile on his face, open his arms, and run towards the enemy as if he was about to embrace Harold III!

As the distance between the two of them shortened rapidly, the executioner Grand Duke could even see the unwiped blood on Cheese's face, but just as he felt that the mage had entered the range of his attack and swung his battle axe, the mutation occurred.

No spells, no gestures. Cheese's spell this time was without any warning, but as he pressed his outstretched hands into the air, the gray robe on the mage's body rapidly expanded at an explosive speed and turned into a puff of smoke. The smoke quickly enveloped the two dueling men.

"Insect carving skills. Harold, who was shrouded in smoke, did not panic. As he remembered, he swung his axe in the direction where Cheese was supposed to be, and the blow was undoubtedly slashed into the air. The sharp blade of the axe left two swirling airstreams in the smoke, but it did not scratch a single corner of the clothes.

At the same time, the other onlookers saw Cheese's figure appear outside the smoke. The direction in which he appeared was the direction in which the Grand Duke of the Blood Axe had run, and the mage at this time lost the gray robe he wore on the outside, revealing a suit of light leather armor. Cheese didn't even look at the smoke behind him, and the expression on his face was very calm. The mage stretched out his left hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

"Smack!"

With the snap of the fingers, the smoke began to shrink at the same speed as it erupted, and if the spell was unleashed, the Grey Tower's specialty grey robe would turn into a chain that bound the executioner.

But Harold was not an inexperienced warrior after all, and after he swung his tomahawk to no avail, the Grand Duke of the Blood Axe rolled on the spot without hesitation, and it was this roll that allowed him to avoid the center of the fog. The shrunken fog regrouped into gray robes in the air, but its prey escaped the trap first.

"Cut. Seeing that his spell had failed to restrain his opponent, Cheese pursed his lips and reached out to drape the gray robe back on his body. By the time he had done this and turned to face his opponent, Harold III, who had risen from his tumbling, was only five steps away from the mage.