In the vast land of the West, there are more than a dozen large and small countries, and Tirorota exists as the most powerful state. In between, there are three countries with the same name, namely the ancient kingdom of Navidotra, the ancient kingdom of Ossinwitz, and the ancient kingdom of Barente West Coast, which together with the four pillars of the West, are called the ancient kingdom of Navitratra, the ancient kingdom of Ossinwitz, and the ancient kingdom of Barente on the west coast, these three countries often send envoys to the Tyrota for exchanges, and the code for entering and exiting the Eternal Gate is agreed upon by the insiders of the two countries.

Then, the next story will start with the ancient kingdom of Navidotra, which was civilized by hunting monsters.

Monster hunters have always been famous in the West and the whole world, dressed as tiger-headed dragons or bull-headed horses, and even have all kinds of strange figures, carrying large knives at their waists, spears and shields behind their backs, some carrying huge axes, and some with thick iron chains scattered on their shoulders...... Each hunter wears different outfits and has different characteristics, as they have different responsibilities and a division of labor when dealing with monsters.

After dressing up, most of them are ghostly or demonic, and some do not wear masks, so they apply paint and patterns on their faces, and as for what, it depends on their personal preferences, they think that this will not only be guided by the gods, but also have a deterrent effect on their prey.

They work in groups of three, in groups of two, or in groups, over mountains and oceans to hunt for prey in unknown distances. They have escaped the predicament of death, and they have come out of the pain of life and death. They are strong, adventurous, and every time they return from afar with a large shipload of monster meat and gold jewels, the people of the city give a special feast to welcome them.

They danced wild dances and hummed wild tunes, and nothing was more honorable for them than hunting down monsters they had never seen before. The envious eyes of the people of Navidotra looked at them, the greatest heroes of their hearts, and the children joined them, gulping down the wine they had brought in from Tyrota, and vowing to be one of them when they grew up, to go to distant lands in search of prey, and to embark on wonderful expeditions, and the leaders of the pirates everywhere respected them for three points, and when they met them on the sea, they played music or bowed down, and brought them wine and gold.

Of course, they did not always return with a full load, and sometimes they were seriously wounded and lost their souls, but under the wise leadership of their old father, Sirtrof, they did not fail for several years in a row.

Siltrov was a wrinkled-faced, energetic, gray-haired, but wise man who had been hunting at a young age, and by far he was by far the most senior. He always likes to chatter, scolding the people in the team for not being prepared for this and that for not being prepared, but the hunters in the team don't bother him at all, and even call him an old father, because they know that this old man with a slightly fierce face is actually very kind, and he has always thought about them.

The king was proud of them, and the king's name, Klisius, spread throughout Navidotra, and their fame spread throughout the West. It was not uncommon for the king to receive them, and he would even raise a glass to drink with them. The king never made a big show, he was very bold, and he often listened to the stories of these well-informed warriors about their adventures, and he would be deeply enchanted by them.

In order to keep them, the king built large houses for them to live in and made statues to flatter their image, which was not exhausting, and the people here liked to do so, because they loved such heroism.

The long streets of Navidotra are always densely packed with taverns, large and small, who are just as fond of wine as the people of Tyrota.

One calm afternoon, seven or eight hunters in leather armor came out of the big house and walked into a tavern, talking and laughing.

There were many drinkers in the tavern, and a man with a large brimmed straw hat and his face covered with his head bowed was sitting silently in the corner of the tavern, his waist-length white hair against the black walls, and a large bowl of liquor and a broad heavy sword in front of his table, this man was always silent, he was Santora, the protector of the law sent by Agurts to investigate the evil wizard, and he had been wandering around here for some time.

When the hunters arrived, seven or eight gathered around a large table, and as soon as they sat down, they ordered five altars of fierce thunder (1), and when the owner of the hotel saw it, he immediately smiled and brought his own wine to the table and added five large plates of meat, and said with a generous smile: "It is rare for distinguished guests to come to enjoy their faces, and these fine meats do not charge a penny, even if the villain is filial to you." ”

The stern Siltrov sat on the side, clasped his hands on the table, glanced at the fat middle-aged man sitting at the other end, and shouted: "Liebulo! Give the money quickly, do you want to eat and drink for nothing?"

Libero was one of them in charge of finances, and when he heard this, he immediately stood up, and the fat of his whole body trembled up and down, looking extremely funny. He took out a glittering nugget from the placket of his coat, and gave it to the innkeeper, and hurriedly explained: "Old father, I swear! I absolutely did not mean this, I have changed it, but I was just thinking about when to go to sea. ”

After that, he said to the hotel owner: "You can take this, you don't have to look for it again, even if I owe you before." Seeing that everyone was no longer paying attention to him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing this scene, the other guests of the hotel listened quietly, and some took the initiative to toast two glasses of spirits as a sign of respect.

"It's been a long time since I worked," the hunters began to grumble.

"yes! Those little monsters like this haven't been seen since that time when they killed the big Lubon Behemoth. ”

"Maybe it's scared. The other said as he sandpaper his delicate dagger.

"Scared?" said the other laughed, "That's you, right? They won't be afraid, and you're a good thing, and you remind me of the time you hugged your head." ”

"How many times have I told you, that's not a head-hugging mouse, it's a stopgap measure. ”

"Expediency? If everybody thinks it's expediency, we don't have to mess around here. ”

"Don't make a noise!" Siltrov cried out, "what's the use of two men arguing red-faced!", and then he lowered his voice and said, "We must do a great job this time, and bring back some real material for the people and the king to see." He spoke seriously, and the hunters were attracted to him.

"But where are we going? Last time we went so far away, we didn't see a shadow of our prey. ”

"Maybe only the Sikov Islands will be able to go. ”

"Sikov Islands? What other living creature can be called a monster than a few small, unforbidden horse octopuses? "A man with a sword in one hand sat down in a chair and said, his name is Xiao Jin, and he is a special hunter here, because he does not look and dress like a hunter at all, he is thin and has long hair, and he looks like a swordsman.

"Yes!" Siltrov took out a pack of tobacco, took out a little and put it into the pipe that had been on the table for a long time, blew on the tobacco again, took a long breath, and said with a frown, "Little Kim is right, the situation in the Sikov Islands is true now, for some reason in recent months, the prey has suddenly become scarce, maybe we should sail further around the Sikov Islands." ”

"Where is the old father going?" called a burly man.

"The ancient land of Oran, near the Sierra de Sidora, is said to be home to a thousand monsters roaring into the sky at night. Siltrov replied solemnly.

As soon as these words were spoken, the hunters were in an uproar.

As far as I know, there is also a place called the Orange Land in the Ghost Domain, and I heard that no one who goes there can come back, and the Orange Land in the sea on the west coast has always been a forbidden place. Xiao Jin explained with his sword between his legs.

"Yes!" interjected the fat, fat and fat Liebuluo, "it's a terrible place, wasn't there a man who looked like a devil in a cloak some time ago?

With these words, Santora, who was sitting in the corner, suddenly became vigilant and glanced at the hunters.

"Lie Buluo, don't lose the courage of a hunter to say such stupid things!" said a bearded hunter.

"But we have nowhere else to go but here, we have explored almost the entire region of the West, and still haven't found a single monster, can we still go to the extremely cold region of Algalis to hunt the glacial beasts or go to the dark place of the ghost realm to hunt the terrifying mountain monsters. Siltrov said solemnly.

"Well, then go there, and fight the monster!" a large, rugged-looking man stood up and shouted, and the hunters echoed his voice.

"Okay!" Siltrov nodded, "since everyone has agreed, let's go there......!"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, go away, this is the place where you stink!"

The sound alarmed Siltrof.

"What's going on out there?" he asked, lowering his large wooden glass.

"It's nothing," the innkeeper hurriedly ran into the house, explaining, "just a crazy man who has been sitting in front of my shop and affecting my business, and now it's just spring, and the beginning of the year, alas, it's really bad luck, I want to get rid of him, so I make a noise, and if I make the warriors unhappy, I beg your pardon." ”

"Asking for food?" Siltrov couldn't help but be curious.

"If you don't mind, please invite the person who asks for food, and to be honest, I used to be a food seller when I was younger. Siltroff said this with a smile, and the guests and the owner were shocked.

"I'm sure this will be the number one news spread throughout Navidotra. Lebulo whispered to a few of the hunters beside him.

"Of course you don't mind! The hotel owner replied.

He was dark-skinned, his face was haggard, his lips were white, he looked like a child of eleven or twelve, his hair was messed up like a bird's nest, his broken shoes were torn and there were many holes in his feet, and he was wrapped around a flat basket with a lot of broken hay on his back, and he stood pitifully there. This man was Orvilles, who wandered out of Tyrota alone, and all eyes were on him.

As soon as Siltrov stared at him, he suddenly stood up from his chair and shouted, "You bastards with no conscience! What are you looking at this poor child? Why don't you give him something to eat and drink!"

"Yes! Yes!" the boss saw the situation, and immediately brought water and meat pieces and handed them to Orvilles.

To everyone's surprise, Orvilles did not eat immediately, but put the food on the ground, walked briskly outside, picked up his mother, who was still shiny, from the dilapidated iron cart outside the shop, and came to the store again, gently put his dying mother on the ground, stood there himself, picked up the piece of meat, and devoured it quickly, after which he thanked him and begged firmly: "Can you let me join you too, I also want to be a hunter." He had been sitting outside, and he had heard all the conversation in the house.

Siltrov approached him, bowed his head, and asked kindly, "Have you eaten enough?" ”

"No, I'm full. Orvilles replied.

Siltrov smiled on his serious face, "What's your name, little one?" he asked.

"Orvilles, this is what my mother gave me!" Orvilles seemed proud, but very disappointed.

"Mother, that's next to you. Siltrov said pityingly.

"Yes, she's in a coma now and doesn't know when she'll wake up. Orvilles replied with a smile.

"Yes, she'll never wake up, she's dead!" laughed one of the hunters.

"Shut up!" Siltrov shouted, lowered his voice again, and continued, "And where are you from?"

"I don't have a home, I'm a Dirota, but it never belonged to me, I was driven out, and I wandered aimlessly to get here, please take me in, I will do many things for you, such as laundry, cooking, chopping wood, I used to be a carpenter, I can do all those jobs, I am not afraid of hardship!" Orvilles begged on his knees.

"Take you in? That's interesting, we're never short of laggards here. A bearded hunter shouted.

And he brought a dead man, and when he called it, he was discouraged. Liebuluo also coaxed.

"That's right, the hunters are in good spirits, how can they be so sluggish!" exclaimed a tall man, glancing at Orvilles.

"And it affects our reputation. ”

"I haven't seen which one of us will take in a hunter who asks for food. ”

"It's kind of, it's just a joke!"

......

The hunters each gave their own opinions.

"I have strength, I can do anything, I can endure hardship!" Orvilles knelt on the ground, lowered his head and suddenly raised his head, and argued in a loud voice: "I have great strength! I can do very heavy work! I can do work that three or five or more adults can't do! Take me in, please, I really don't have anywhere to go, I still want to live well!" As he spoke, Orvilles lowered his head, and his voice became smaller and stronger, which seemed to be his only strength, but it was not much of an advantage compared to the stronger hunters.

Siltrov stood where he was, looked at Orvilles, turned his head and shouted to the hunters, "You have all grown up and have your own ideas, haven't you?"

"No, old father. Liebulo retorted: "We listen to you every time, this time you have to listen to us, no matter what, this is a matter of survival and honor for the hunters, you always love to be kind, but we really can't take him in!"

"And what do you want him?" Siltrov laughed sarcastically.

"I mean, he's got a dead woman with him, and he's not a hunter yet, and he's going to get a hit with us sooner or later. Liebu got up and said, "Besides, there are countless wandering children like him in this world, we can't see one and take one in, we will always have something wrong with running around." ”

"Lie Buluo, if you say such things again, be careful that I will open your gutten with the sword in my hand!" Xiao Jin, who had been silent sitting on the side, suddenly stood up, he pointed his sword at Lie Buluo, and roared angrily, his eyes were split, his voice was hoarse, and everyone in the hotel was frightened.

"Are there going to be a fight?" someone said.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry! This move really startled Liebuluo, and he hurried over to Xiao Jin, apologized, and gently pushed the sword back into his scabbard.

Xiao Jin glared at him angrily, "What's wrong with his dead mother? He just has too deep feelings for his mother to let go, just ask which of you people can do it!"

Xiao Jin was extremely excited, and said loudly: "I also lost my mother who only accompanied me at his age, and the loss of relatives will be a heavy blow to a person of such an age, do you understand? I think all the hunters here are also lonely and helpless since childhood, otherwise how could they give up their beautiful family to be this kind of bloody hunter who risked their lives, just want to bury the pain in their hearts with bloody stimulation." In this case, we can't empathize and think about the situation of this little boy, if we don't take him in, in such a chaotic world, he has no way out, he will definitely die!"

"Everyone has a time when they are helpless! But when we say such a selfish and selfish, greedy for life and fear of death in the face of such a pitiful child, is it because we have lost our feelings as hunters for a long time? Hunters have feelings! Do not forget -- at any time! Otherwise, he has no reason to be called a man! let alone a hunter! let alone a heroic warrior in the hearts of the people of Navidotra!"

At the end of his day, Owerston burst into tears.

Xiao Jin strode to Orvilles's side, pulled his mother up with both hands, slightly leaned over his back and carried her on his body with one arm, patted Orvilles's head, and said with a smile: "Stand up, we have no reason to kneel down to these hard-hearted stupid men who are greedy for life and afraid of death, don't cry! A man can't cry, in the future, your mother will be my mother, I will be your brother, they don't want you, I want you!" After speaking, he picked up Orvilles and strode out.

"Wait!" said Siltrof, "you are so good, you are leaving, and you have not yet won the consent of my old man! Siltrov gestured with his hand, "Now that I have worked so hard to raise you for so many years, you have not repaid it, why should you just leave!"

Then he gave the hunters a look, "These fools! Don't step forward to dissuade him! He's the only one in our team who dares to challenge the Lubon Behemoth one-on-one, and if he's gone, you won't be able to bear it!"

The hunters thought for a moment, and then immediately came to their senses.

"Jin is right! As hunters, we can't even accept a little boy in trouble, what kind of heroes and warriors are we?"

The bearded man and a few other hunters stepped forward to bring back Kim and Orvilles.

"The next time we go to sea, we will go to the Orangu Land on the West Coast Sea, how can we do it without you! Stay, we have accepted him, we are still good brothers, we still kill the prey together, and share weal and woe, isn't it good?"

In the evening, Siltrop and a dozen hunters took Orvilles to the place where they lived, the great house that the king had built for them, and it took a long time for Kim to persuade Orversus to let go of his mother and lay her down on a large bed in a room. After taking a bath and changing his clothes, Orvilles did not forget to wash his old clothes, because they were left to him by his mother, and he tidied them carefully, dried them and put them on his mother's pillow, and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Santora, the protector of the Dharma, came to the west coast of the sea with a heavy sword, where a fisherman's boat that he had rented during the day was docked, and he stepped onto the boat, propped up his oars, and prepared to go alone to the Orangu Land to see if the devil-like man existed or not.

Exegesis:

(1) Angry Thunder Song: The name of a strong liquor made from coarse grains.