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Barton the Dwarf's narrative is a bit chilling. It stands to reason that there must be a vigil in a team of their size, but no one has discovered how the creature accomplished the attack. Ian couldn't help but look at Barlow, who was already unconscious, and judging from the countless small blood cuts on the latter's body, those monsters must have the ability to drain human blood in an instant.

But then he remembered something, and turned to look at Greg: "You mentioned the appearance of those monsters before, is it possible-"

"I've hunted one or two. Greg nodded calmly, but Ian noticed his fists clenching quietly, "Those monsters have started to migrate out of the desert, and the town is already under attack. ”

Ian was startled, and the expressions of all the hunters changed. What kind of disaster would such a terrifying creature cause if it migrated to human society?

"The good news is that they can't stay out of the ground for too long. "It's like a fish in the water that can get out of the water for a short time, but in the long run it will kill you." The sand was soft so they could move freely, and there was obviously no such space outside, so they had to move slowly, which gave me the opportunity to hunt one or two. This is not a very difficult thing to do, as long as the hunter is trained, it can basically be resisted. ”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but Ian didn't relax much because of it. Dennis's father, Scott, reported to him that many creatures that had lived in the depths of the desert had begun to migrate to the edge of the desert and attacked human villages. The monsters that live underground are certainly not the most terrifying, and no one is sure what more terrifying things the people on the edge of the desert will face. Even if the hall wants to take precautions, its most elite hunter team has reached the depths of the desert, that is to say, the hall actually does not have much strength to deal with the danger of the Burial God Desert, and they still have to leave some necessary strength to face the end that has not yet come.

As the entire human race, the Hunter Guild, an organization that has been passed down for thousands of years, is extremely pale and powerless at this time. Karan once told him that he was the strongest hunter in the history of the hall when he received the power of the gods, but the hall now was also the weakest hall in hundreds of years. The impact of the Cloud Plague ten years ago on the hall has not recovered even now, and there are also Wind King Nathan and Fire King Naga in the middle of the attack.

Kalan worked hard for ten years, but in the end, it only kept the hall from slumping. When he was alive, the reputation of the Rose Lord could still hold up the façade of the hall, but now that he is gone, the hall is so depressed. The only two princes are hiding in the canyon of the Burial God Desert at the moment to avoid the storm-

"We have to find out why things migrate. Bowen clearly thought of the same place as Ian, and spoke slowly, "Then deal with it, if all the creatures that live in the depths of the desert leave the desert, it will be a disaster." ”

"That's why I'm here. Greg's eyes swept over everyone, "At my age, I should have stayed at home and enjoyed my old age, but reality doesn't allow me to do that." All of you here, I hope you can understand how heavy the burden is on your body, this mission is not just about the reward of the hundreds of gold coins, but the fate of the entire human race, once we fail, humanity will not be far from extinction. ”

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The sandstorm was much smaller at night, and if it weren't for nightfall, the sand would not have been enough to stop the team. They also spend the night in the canyon, and the hunters go to bed to ensure that they have better energy tomorrow. They slept peacefully, and they didn't have to worry about being gnawed off by inexplicable monsters while they were asleep, because tonight's vigil was the two strongest hunters in the hall.

"After the Wandering Cloud Plague, I lost faith in the hall and left the Imperial Capital after closing the tower. Greg and Ian sat face to face at the campfire, and the former whispered to Ian about the past, "It was terrible, unimaginably bad. It is not an exaggeration to say that all the elites of the hall were buried inside, at that time everyone was crazy, and Lu Duo was crazy and wanted revenge, looking for the Dragon Emperor all over the world. Cassius's son Cassius Jr. also died inside, his son was his most important link, and he was almost insane because of the question from all over the world about why the Flowing Cloud Squad did not equip the Source of Dragon Slayer. ”

Ian listened silently as the campfire crackled in front of him, and the splashed sparks fell in front of him, extinguishing in the blink of an eye.

"The guys of the four major families are frantically covering up the losses of the Wandering Cloud Disaster to the world, and the reason why I am disappointed in the hall is because of them. But my influence is far less than that of them, so I can only close the tower and leave the hall in anger. At that time, I thought that the hall was over, really, there was no hope, and the former four princes were left with only Kalan, to be honest, I hated him at that time, because it was his negligence that indirectly caused the disaster. ”

Greg leaned against the rock wall of the canyon and stared at the night sky, his cloudy but deep eyes reflecting a little starlight.

"I really didn't expect Kalan to be able to bring the hall alive again, I really didn't expect it. When three of the four princes left and the new generation of would-be princes were buried in the dirt, he was a bad old man who held up the entire hall and weakened the influence of the four great families to the extreme. During this period, although I have not been in the imperial capital, I can also know what happened in the imperial capital through the people around me, I know that Kalan is quite tired, but I once swore a poisonous oath not to return to the hall. ”

"Things are slowly improving, three years ago the hall successfully hunted the dragon king for the first time, and before that I had returned to the imperial capital and met Karan and Cassius. Karan was in fine shape at the time, but Cassius had run out of gas, and I could tell that Karan wanted Cassius to do his last part, and apparently Cassius agreed. "After a long time, I wondered if Kalan would have helped him if he had been looking for me?" It wasn't until the news of Naga's hunting spread across the continent that I didn't think the halls of Karan really needed me anymore. So he left, leaving everyone's eyes and ears, and went to a small village near the desert, where he lived by drinking every day, ready to spend the rest of his life. ”

"But you're here anyway. Ian looked at Greg, "I've always wanted to ask, why are you still here?"

Greg was silent, and Ian noticed that his right index finger was trembling slightly. He rummaged through the cloth bag, as if looking for something, but he couldn't find it, and patted his head in frustration.

"I've already brought my wine. "I've always had a jug of wine with me for the past two years, but I didn't bring it this time, because I didn't drink alcohol for more than a decade of hunting, because alcohol could have killed me." ”

Ian nodded, Karan had mentioned it to him. The reason why Greg was able to suppress the three of them to become the Lord of Thorns was inseparable from his own strength and hunter cultivation, he would never be contaminated with a little alcohol before hunting, and the same would be true after hunting, because alcohol would consume the hunter's body.

"I met a little girl. After clearing his thoughts, Greg rubbed his messy gray hair, and then whispered, "A very cute little girl, I didn't like her at first, she was always chattering, carrying her little white cat around the town. ”

"One time her cat climbed to a high place and couldn't get down, so I happened to pass by the side of the road. Originally, I wasn't going to help her, I thought her cat was dead, and she might be able to be quieter. But I helped anyway, because she had a pitiful look in her eyes, as if the cat was lost, and she lost the whole world. ”

"Then she stuck to me, I really don't understand, didn't I just help her once, I need to follow me all the time, and keep chattering? A month later, she suddenly stopped following, and I thought I could be quieter, but I didn't expect that I couldn't hear her voice, and I always felt a little weird. Later, when I inquired, she seemed to have been lost in the desert, and the family could not find her, and then I went into the desert, and used the hunter's tracking skills to find her very easily, and she was still holding her little white cat, squatting alone on the sandbag, both eyes lost their brightness, but the moment she saw me, she came back to life. ”

"Then I let her follow me all the time. In fact, it feels good to have a little follower, at least occasionally able to speak, so as not to lose your language function. Half a year passed like this, and then the desert changed, and a small town was eaten by monsters, and everyone knew the news, so the people who lived in the desert began to flee out, and I wanted to leave too, because I had long since stayed away from hunting, and I thought I was just a bad old man. But she didn't leave, and I heard that her mother was paralyzed in bed and couldn't travel, so I stayed and told her that I wasn't leaving. ”

Greg looked up and stared at Ian, "Do you know why I didn't go?"

"You want to protect her. Ian nodded, "I know." ”

"yes, I want to protect her. Greg said softly, "But, I'm not the Lord of Thorns I used to be, my senses, my abilities, everything is degrading. So much so that when I woke up that night, she was already dead, and the monster attacked the town, and she died at my door, and she was looking for me—"

"Smack. ”

A cloudy tear slipped from the corner of Greg's eye and dripped to the ground. The storm outside the canyon was still howling, reminding Ian of the wailing of Naltimis in the far depths of the ocean that had resounded for two hundred years.