Warriors fight for honor, hunters hunt for survival, and the same is fighting, and the most essential concepts of the two are completely different, and it is naturally impossible to reach a consensus. 【For more exciting novels, please visit】El was once wavering between the two, but he finally chose a path of his own.

Legend has it that during the Wild Age, the troll tribes that once occupied the western lands were natural hunters, often more than two meters tall, with their signature physical features of long ears and fangs, an agile figure, and the ability to regenerate their bodies quickly. Trolls are brutal by nature, and they are known as trolls because they like to hunt other humanoid races, even if they are of the same species.

Troll tribes worship ancient evil gods, and god-given troll warriors hang the skulls of their enemies and drain the power of the spirits to strengthen themselves. Powerful enemy skulls are the highest honor for troll warriors, who hunt for honor and fight for plunder!

Because of the age, this barbarian race has gradually withdrawn from the stage of the earth and disappeared into history. The truth of the legend has long been impossible to verify, and El has only learned a few bits and pieces of knowledge about trolls in Master Stephen's Tower, but at that time he did not realize that the path he had subconsciously chosen was strikingly similar to that ancient race. The runes he mastered, and the abilities he displayed, were almost all the talents of the troll race.

Rapid Regeneration, Potential, One-Hit Hit, Damage Amplification, Bloodthirsty Rage...... These were all racial talents that troll warriors could only dream of, and the average troll warrior only possessed two or three of them at most, and El had taken them all for himself. In the outbreak of this critical juncture, the new runes awakened from his hands also continued this path.

Rune Thirteen, named Diva, means harvest, rune power devours souls!

Looking at the unidentified substance in his palm that emitted a red and white light, El realized something in his heart. The Hagnam in front of him is a conjured knockoff, so this thing can't be a real soul. Although the essence of this thing is not confirmed, under the sense of harvesting runes, El can feel the power that exists in it.

His heart moved, and the runes in his palm flickered, and the substance that emitted red and white light suddenly dimmed. At the same time, a stream of heat flowed from his palm and quickly poured into his body along his arm. El's body shook, and he felt as if he was suddenly carrying a burden weighing fifty pounds, but in the blink of an eye, this pressure disappeared, and even his body seemed to have broken free from some kind of shackles, as if he was soaking in hot water, his whole body was warm, and every pore was stretched. （(7764)）

A gust of wind struck behind him, and the huge wooden club in the hands of the Ogre Grand Chief fell with a bang, and its momentum and strength were comparable to the heavy blow that Hagnan had just hit. This time, El didn't dodge either, didn't even control his wings to fly, and didn't look back to take another look.

After a loud bang, the Ogre High Chief found that his stick had not fallen, and he poked his head out in confusion to look under the stick, and saw that the human boy with his back to him was holding his stick firmly with only one hand. The ground under El's feet exploded as before, and both of his legs sank into the ground at least twenty centimeters into the ground, but he himself did not suffer any damage, but grabbed the wooden stick thicker than his own head!

In just a few breaths, his strength had increased to the point where he could confront the Ogre Great Chief head-on!

"It's ...... Power of Hagnum...... Is that so?" Elle looked up, looked at his arm, and nodded to himself. Originally, the so-called soul devouring refers to drawing strength from the soul of the enemy for one's own use. But this borrowed power did not belong to him after all, and after blocking this blow just now, he clearly felt that a tenth of that power had been consumed.

Seeing that this blow was ineffective, the Ogre Great Chief snorted coldly, his body suddenly swelled, and his skin gradually turned gray. This stick just now was just the strength of his ordinary state, as a race favored by the god of the earth, he could also use the power of the earth when facing a powerful enemy.

While most ogres are somewhat deficient in their intellectual development, Grand Chief Grum is not one of them, and he has the determination and execution skills commensurate with his status. After an unsuccessful blow, the Great Chief immediately turned over his biggest hole card and directly cast the rock skin.

However, the change of rock skin is not instantaneous, after all, there is a gradual process. Just as he was just starting to petrify, El suddenly slashed his wooden stick with a backhand and smashed him into the belly with a punch.

The Big Belly of the Ogre Great Chief was as big as an orange and a soybean compared to El's fist, but this one was hard. El's fist carried the power of Hagnam, and almost his entire arm sank into the ogre's belly, causing an exaggerated collapse in his belly. If it weren't for the toughness of this belly comparable to that of a rhinoceros, this punch would have been enough to make the ogre's intestines rot.

The Ogre Great Chief's eyeballs instantly bulged, and his mouth grew and let out a silent retching. His belly seems to be soft but full of toughness, and the fat in it is the best defense, but he didn't expect the opponent's fist to be so heavy, and all of a sudden his internal organs began to twitch involuntarily.

The massive impact of power suffocated the Ogre Grand Chief's body, and before he could recover his breath, El had already jumped up and flew in front of him, holding the Wind Scar high and slashing his head open. Compared to Hercules Hagnam's steel and iron bones, the Ogre Great Chieftain's rock skin is still a little less defensive. Although the ogre race is known for its ability to recover, this ability obviously has no room for use in the face of Wind Scars.

Elle reached out and grabbed a mass of the same reddish-white substance from the ogre's skull, pinched it in his palm, and turned to leave. He was in no mood to pay tribute to the memory of the enemy. These visions are dead and dead, and they are not worth his time to pay attention to.

After getting the flying ability of little Langa, El did not dare to swagger into the sky like this, he originally had this idea, but when he saw the huge spider arthropods poking out of the dark clouds, he immediately dispelled this unrealistic idea. Although he didn't know if this illusion could simulate a real gold-rank powerhouse, fighting and killing were completely different things, and he had no interest in being a victim of the latter.

Although he didn't dare to fly too high, after having two pairs of cicada wings, El's movement speed in mid-air immediately increased several times. After crossing a street, he saw Shadow Councilor Quezalas standing on a rooftop waiting for him with a gloomy face. As soon as the guy beckoned, the sky suddenly became cloudy, and a huge snowstorm was about to fall. Elmeng lowered his head, revealing the jewel on Xiao Langa's forehead, and the light of the secret sword pierced the sky again. Countless magical barriers spread out around Quezaras, weakening the power of the secret sword layer by layer, until in the end only an ordinary ray of light remained.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, El had already rushed through Quezalas' blockade, leaving him far behind. Although this person can be called a strong enemy, he is not interested in entangling with him for the time being.

Although the theme of this illusion seems to be to constantly conjure up his former enemies to hone himself, El does not feel that he should act according to the prescribed routine. He now vaguely comprehended the true meaning of the Silver Secret Realm. The so-called path of oneself is simply the self.

I am who I am, I have my persistence, I have my choice, this is my own path!

Once upon a time, he was still one of the many living beings, a fish and shrimp drifting with the tide in the river of fate, occasionally jumping out of the river to look at the scenery ahead, but after all, he was still unknown to all living beings, and could not change the direction of the river.

But now, he washed up into the shallows, stepped onto the riverbank, and saw the land in front of him. There is no road on land, only you can get out of your own way. No one knows where the end of this path will lead, but at this moment, he has evolved into a very different being from the river fish.

Since this is my heart, it should be subordinated to my will, not controlled by the noise of the outside world!El let out a determined roar in midair, and the surrounding illusionary space suddenly accelerated its decomposition. The coercion of the golden rank that was originally condensed in the sky is gradually disappearing at this time, which also represents that the restraint of the illusion on him is weakening.

There was only a straight path left on the ground, and all the ruins and walls automatically gave way to both sides. In the midst of the burning ruins, El saw familiar figures, friend and foe. Perhaps sensing his constant change, these visions did not attack again, but just watched him in silence as he moved forward.

He saw that he was looking for the target in front of him, but his view was blocked by a wall. At this time, Er, who had not opened the insight rune, could certainly not see the situation behind with the naked eye, but he naturally did not have any scruples when he had already broken into here, and directly rushed forward and collapsed the wall with one punch.

Although he had also guessed in his heart what he would see at the finish line, his craziest idea was to have the North Wind Sword Saint stand at the finish line in women's clothes and award himself a medal. Originally, he thought that he was mentally prepared to deal with all kinds of scenes, but the scene in front of him still made him speechless in an instant.

At the other end of the fence was an ancient guillotine, to which Tika, the little maid, was tied and her neck was stretched under the blade. Her body was trembling and she looked like a poor kitten.

Tika's state did not surprise El, and what really shocked him was the executioner standing by the guillotine.

Long moon-white hair poured out of the blood-red cloak, and the girl, who was as beautiful as a water lily under the moon, turned her head and smiled softly, "Long time no see, Mr. El." ”

Source of the novel: Ran Library

(Jiangsu.com)