The Stehl outpost has been very lively lately, because after the Kuroshio Current, there are a lot of wild resources in abundance, and it is time for mercenaries and travelers to make a fortune again. A large number of people came from all directions, all planning to take advantage of the opportunity to do a big job. The outpost is bustling with people every day, and the weapons trade and mission issuing stations are full of people. Mercenaries or travelers in combat uniforms came and went, busy with wheels under their feet.

It's a real world, although humans don't have an advantage. But that doesn't mean humanity can't develop. Travelers and mercenaries are the tentacles of humanity, expanding their territory through constant adventure and exploration.

"Did you hear that? The Demon Hunter Lodge seems to have a newcomer. In the bar, a drunken strong man said,

"You're not a mercenary, are you? Is this happening less every year? The Demon Hunter Hut does not accept ordinary visitors, so if you want to find a job, it is reliable to come to the mercenary's side. Another bearded man replied. Unblinking eyes look at the chick who writhes her ass on the stage.

"But this time it's different, I heard that guy is going to apply for a witcher."

"What? He's crazy? The bearded man was startled, and his eyes stopped slipping away from the girl. The Witcher needs to awaken the Magic Pattern. Can he do it? Besides, you know the assessment of the Demon Hunting Hut, that Troll Overseer killed more than 130 of us in the first place. If you don't have enough combat experience and strength, I'm afraid you won't survive. ”

The bearded man was a little curious, and it was no wonder that although there were not many witchers, they relied on. A guy who is applying for a witch should also receive some attention.

On the contrary, it was the previous drunk, who shrugged his shoulders casually. "Who knows? The hut has not yet been announced. But the identity of that guy was clear, an apprentice of a traveler. There is no record of any battles. The only thing that shines is that he survived the Kuroshio some time ago. He also led a group of people through the Starlight Jungle and fled here. ”

"So, he should have some strength." The bearded man said with some hope. The Starlight Jungle is not so easy to understand, not to mention ordinary people, even mercenaries like them find it tricky. Every year, people get lost in the jungle.

"Hopefully." The drunk man said, plunging headlong on the table and falling asleep. The bottle in his hand collapsed and slid under the table with a clatter.

The bearded man glanced at him, and then turned his attention to the chick on the stage......

A new witcher?

Sounds good......

The drunken mercenary was not the first to get the news, in fact, with Chen Yantong's assessment. News of a new member to the Demon Hunter Hut has quietly spread at the Stelle outpost. Although it has not yet been finalized, people are whispering and hoping for it.

Without it, as the hunting season unfolds, the witchers of Stehl are already very rare. Most of the witchers had accepted such and such tasks and walked out of the outpost, which was now frighteningly empty. A new Witcher is undoubtedly a booster, adding a lot of vitality and confidence to this outpost. On the other hand, the new Demon Hunter is an excellent investment target, and many people are waiting to join the ride.

You know, witchers aren't all lone rangers, either. They also need to eat, to have fun, to live. Demon hunters don't distinguish between good and evil, and they don't care about the division of power. What they care about is getting and giving. In the territory of mankind, there are not a few countries that have been destroyed by demon hunters, aren't they all the ones that are to blame?

As long as you put a demon hunter's thigh on your side, you can mix well no matter how bad it is. This is common sense for all.

However, what people don't know is that as the hero of the incident, Chen Yan is still in the secret room.

The table in front of him was empty, except for a pair of gloves.

Black gloves.

"How long has he been like this?" Emily, the head of the Demon Hunting Lodge, a fat woman, asked with a frown.

"Three days, twelve hours, fifty-two minutes." The person in charge of monitoring replied seriously.

"For three days, he didn't sleep like this?"

"Yes. Nothing changed, not even a hint of sitting posture. If it weren't for the fact that his vital signs were still there, his subordinates would even think that he had become a statue. ”

"Damn, he's digging the horns?" Emily is going crazy. Remember, witchers are creatures that are rarely driven by obsessions. Theirs is just, and it will never affect my evolution. Everyone in this world has **, isn't it enough to be satisfied? Can you think about it for a little **? What's more, he is just testing Chen Yan, and the arsenal will be open to Chen Yan sooner or later. Does he use such a desperate effort?

At the end of the day, it's just an experiment, oh no, a familiar device......

Emisi couldn't figure it out, couldn't think about it.

At the same time, Chen Yan, who was in the secret room, couldn't understand it and couldn't think about it.

His gaze fell on the black glove in front of him. Mundane, featureless gloves. It's been seven or eight days, and Chen Yan has tried his best to find out the secret of these gloves, but he can't figure it out anyway. The knowledge of the traveler, the information of the witcher, was eclipsed in front of these gloves. In fact, Chen Yan knew that it was the pair of gloves that Zhuo Luo was wearing at the beginning, but the problem was that no one knew whether it was a similar device or not.

It was placed on the wall of Curedo's room, and it was magnificent.

For thousands of years, no one has used it.

The blood-like slaughter didn't leave any color on it. So much so that today, people can't even discern it for what it was.

In the secret room, Chen Yan stared silently, and finally lost his patience. Tapping lightly with a finger on the table, he said without reason.

"Actually, you and I both know that this is a fateful encounter."

"It's either that I'm not worthy of you, or that you're not worthy of me."

"Funny, isn't it?" Chen Yan smiled, with an elegant demeanor like the boy in white. "But that's the reality, you've been silent here for a long time, and you're going to be silent if I didn't. There was no fighting, no blood, just like the waste around them. Isn't this sad for a proud warrior? ”

Meanwhile, on the upper floor of the hut, Emily looked at the light curtain with a frown. "What is he doing?"

"I don't know." Leah shook her head, the flower spirit on her shoulder combing her makeup. "Maybe, just talking to myself."

"How long does it take to talk to yourself?" Emily clearly didn't believe it.

But at this time. Chen Yan in the light curtain was reaching for the pair of gloves.

"Now, I'll give you this opportunity......" Chen Yan smiled, like a peacock who was opening the screen to the girl, oh no, gentleman. I'm Chen Yan, so I'm unique, and I don't care about your burden, or your sins and ugliness. If you thirst for blood, then I will give you blood, if you thirst for death, and you just have to do a multiple-choice question. ”

"Will you return to ashes in loneliness, or will you return to the bloody battlefield."

Chen Yan's fingers stayed in front of the glove.

The next moment, without warning, all the devices in the secret room suddenly disintegrated and shattered!! The black gloves floated in the air, like a king who had destroyed miè qiē. Countless black silk threads radiated from it, inserting into Chen Yan's arm and creaking, like a blood-sucking grasshopper.

Chen Yan frowned slightly, feeling the sharp pain that pierced the bone marrow, but a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Pain, wailing......"

"Killing, Bloodthirsty ......"

"What a rich flavoring, maybe we'll have a good trip."

"Welcome to be my companion."