In a house that has been abandoned for more than 100 years, there are two witch people in white robes.

One of them was a slightly taller man with green hair on his head, while the other was of medium stature with a string of bones polished from an unknown animal around his neck.

"How's the harvest?"

The green-haired witch asked as he looked at the witch with a bone ornament around his neck.

Hearing the words of the green-haired Wu Clan, the Wu Clansman with a bone ornament around his neck raised his hand, and a one-star witchcraft, the Windscroll, rolled towards a dusty old wooden table, and immediately blew away all the dust on the dilapidated wooden table.

Untying one of the two leather bags from his waist, he lifted it upside down and poured it toward the old wooden table that had just been blown clean by witchcraft.

Jingle Bell!

Suddenly, dozens of baby's palm-sized identity tags slipped out and fell on the wooden table.

After a little counting, the face of the Wu clan with a bone ornament around his neck suddenly showed joy.

"There are twenty lower knights, seven central guard knights, and four upper knights, sure enough, the closer you get to the human fortress, the greater the harvest."

"But it's also risky."

Hearing that there was so much gain, the green-haired witch clansman also showed a hint of joy on his face, but the next moment he frowned.

"It's too close to the human fortress, it's too risky, and after hunting another human team, let's leave."

"It's okay, now these are enough for us to exchange for a month's cultivation resources."

The Wu Clansman with the bone ornament on his neck groaned slightly, nodded, quickly picked up the identity tag, and prepared to put it back in the leather bag again, although there are many "prey" here, it is too dangerous, and it is indeed not suitable for staying for a long time.

Suddenly, his face froze, and he didn't move any longer, and the expression on his face and even his green eyes seemed to be frozen by ice, and there was no change in the slightest.

Ding, ding, ding, ding!

The identity card he picked up in his hand fell to the ground in an instant, scattered everywhere, as if he didn't hold it steady for a while, and all of them fell.

"What's going on?"

Startled by this sudden movement, the green-haired witch clan looked back in confusion, and the next moment, his face suddenly changed drastically.

There were originally only two people in the abandoned house, but at some point, there was suddenly an additional human.

The human was holding a sky-blue knight's sword, which was now stuck in his companion's chest, blood dripping from his companion's chest, and the tip of the sword was even peeking out from the other end.

He finally understood why the badge had fallen to the ground.

When a companion is killed, the identity tag held in the hand by the companion will naturally fall.

Smack!

The knight's sword was drawn from the body of the Wiccan with the bone ornament around his neck, and the Wiccan with the bone ornament on his neck had no support, and fell to the ground in a daze, smashing on the dusty floor.

Sean ignored him, and instead looked at the green-haired witch with a cold gaze.

"You ......"

The companion was killed before he even had time to resist, and the green-haired witch clan's face was full of horror, obviously the strength of this human who suddenly appeared was very terrifying, and he also used witchcraft for the first time, and took the opportunity to rush out of the house.

Suddenly, an orange-red flame the size of a fan jumped and condensed in front of him......

Burst!

But in the next moment, a sky-blue knight's sword appeared, slashing over the orange-red flames, and the orange-red flames were like starlight, and immediately collapsed, and then he saw the sharp blade of the sky-blue knight's sword fall on him.

Poof!

The green-haired witch clan was directly broken into two, and the break extended from the shoulder position all the way to the waist position, smooth as a plane.

Smack!

The corpse of the green-haired witch fell to the ground, purple blood flowing from the gaps between the two corpses, and soon formed a puddle of purple liquid under him.

The knight's sword was unsheathed, and Sean looked down at the identification tags that had fallen to the ground from the Witch with the bone ornament on his neck.

The color of the badge is silver-white, the material is metal, and there are many depressions on it, which form a line of words and a logo.

The emblem is a lion with a flaming foot, and this emblem Sean has seen and knows in the seventeenth princess, Secia. It is seen on the carriage pulled by the two-headed leopard of His Royal Highness Tomyris, and the representative is the royal family of the Colburn Empire.

And that line of words is the lingua franca of the human race, but the content is different.

There are those that say Lower Knight, some that say Middle Knight, and some that say Upper Knight.

In fact, he also has a piece of such an identity card, but the difference is that his identity card reads: Great Knight.

When he entered the wilderness, the soldiers guarding the gate of the fortress were assigned according to his strength.

On the side of the wall next to the gate leading to the wilderness, there is a metal wall identical to that in the strength testing room, and everyone who wants to leave the fortress to go to the wilderness will be asked to attack the metal wall, and the defenders will then distribute identification badges according to the depth of the marks on the wall.

At that time, Sean did not use the intermediate strength talent and the intermediate thunderbolt talent, but only used his own strength, so he got an identity card with the words of the Great Knight.

He didn't bother with the badges, because they didn't have any value to him.

Sean stooped down to remove a belt from the Witch and the Green-Haired Witch who wore bone ornaments around their necks, respectively, and then poured out all the contents of the two belts on the old wooden table just now.

A bunch of medicinal herbs that I don't know the purpose of, two wizards' books, almost the same as the witches who were killed by Sean before, but there is one more thing.

It is also a baby's palm-sized identity tag, and even the color is platinum, but the text on the identity tag is witch script, and the icon is another kind of icon that Sean has never seen.

There are two such identity cards in total, one for each of the two Wu people, and the Wu script on it reads: Level 3 Wu Disciple.

Packing everything into a leather bag, Sean tied the belt around his waist and walked out of the dilapidated house.

There is no doubt that whether it is the Colburn Empire or the Western Pole Holy Witch Country, they are all raising Gu.

They drive the two clans to fight each other with a rich reward, and then through the battle between life and death, they inspire and select individuals with great potential, and create powerful knights or powerful wizards.

Isn't this what Gu Raising is?

Sean had already thought of this truth a few days before he arrived at the fortress, but he still joined the hunt of the "human hunter".

In fact, almost all the people who participated in the "hunt" had guessed the purpose of the Colburn Empire and the Holy Witch Kingdom of the West Pole, and even so, they still couldn't resist the temptation of a good reward and were willing to become one of the raised Gu worms.

"Gu worms?"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Sean's mouth.

Although he was quite dissatisfied with being raised as a Gu worm, there was no doubt that this kind of "hunting" was indeed a way for a person like him who had no background to quickly obtain cultivation resources and grow rapidly.

Maybe he's taken refuge in the seventeenth princess, Sithia. His Royal Highness Tomiris can also get the cultivation resources that will promote his rapid growth, and he should not be raised as a Gu worm, but the danger is not necessarily lower than now.

As the seventeenth princess of the Colburn Empire, the opponent at that level will definitely be very terrifying, even if it is the current Sean, if he is rashly involved, he will die more and live.

In the following days, Sean used scent tracking techniques to hunt several more witch people based on the smell around the corpses of the slain mercenaries, and then, instead of continuing the hunt, he prepared to return the same way.

"Hunting" has never been his goal, but just a shortcut to become stronger, and he doesn't want to immerse himself too much in killing, so he chooses to retreat.

Smack, smack, smack!

In the dark woods where the sun could not shine, Sean walked slowly, the withered yellow leaves under his feet, and there was a snapping sound when he stepped on it, and suddenly he stopped, and after glancing at the bushes on the left and right, he said.

"Come out!"

It's like talking to the air, which makes people feel inexplicable, but it's this inexplicable word that gets a response.

"Alert!"

With a man's voice, the bushes on the left and right sides moved, and four or five people came out of it one after another, and in an instant, Sean was surrounded in the middle.

It was a middle-aged man with very short eyebrows and a bare head, with a knife hanging from his waist, who was looking at Sean like a cat and a mouse.

"Big brother, I said there is no need to bother like this."

On the right, there is also a bald middle-aged man, with ruthlessness in his eyes, and his gaze is coldly directed towards Sean.

"Hand over all your Wiccan ID cards!"