The intersection of Lane and Bolton was an accident.

Or rather, his arrival in this magical medieval environment was an accident.

A college student with sound parents and healthy growth both mentally and physically.

After inexplicably passing through the endless void and coming to a savage and dark world, this kind of thing makes no sense.

There is magic here, but it does not flourish, at least not to the level of influencing the course of society.

Therefore, in the context of backward society, human life is like a mustard.

In the forest of Willen, as long as humans dare to walk into a few tens of meters, then the shadow of death has already wrapped around the body.

Starving to death, dying of disease, being killed by a beast or monster, or simply being poisoned by the bite of some unknown bug...... Most of the people of Willen have become numb to the death around them.

Modern college students have only read about ancient life on a few pages in history books.

He knew that, apart from magic and monsters, the life of the people of Willen was the life of the common people of ancient times.

But knowing that when this cruel and heavy life, which had long been far away from him, was put alive in front of him, he still found it difficult to accept.

Death...... It's all too common.

As one great writer put it, this is an era when "people want to be dogs but can't".

And what is not good luck or bad luck is that Lan En is not a commoner.

- He became Boldon's "accidental son".

He "made" him to become a kind of monster hunter.

The "law of accidents" is an unwritten law that is universally recognized and observed in this world.

Its origins are as old as human history.

It is written that the person who saves another person may, according to the law of accidents, offer a payment to the rescued person for the first thing he sees when he returns home, or something that the rescued person does not know but already has—usually a child that the rescued person acquires when he leaves home, and such a child is called an "accidental child."

Even in the magical Middle Ages, supernatural powers were still scarce resources.

To have the opportunity to master supernatural powers should be a fortunate thing for a modern college student who is frightened by the cruel living environment.

But......

"What are our goals this time?"

Lan En's delicate yellow face looked around, carefully steered the old horse to avoid a tree trunk, and walked in front of Pordon's side.

This big man with vigorous hair like a brown bear will not be relieved that he will be out of sight for a long time.

The thick beard split a slit in the middle, and it was Porton's lips.

"Maybe it's two or three little fog demons gathered together, or maybe a fog demon that's old enough. The scope and magic of that fog is within this scope. ”

"Can't even determine the quantity? It's too ...... to prepare."

Lan's body did not show any mood fluctuations, but on Pordon's invisible face, he already frowned slightly.

Demon hunters are stronger than ordinary people, but in terms of basic qualities alone, it is basically impossible to beat the combined forces of five ordinary people.

Demon hunters dare to hunt monsters because of their skill, knowledge, and most importantly, experience.

Accurately detect the type and quantity of prey from the clues, know the abilities and weaknesses of the prey with your own knowledge reserves, and then fight an "asymmetric battle" after thorough preparation.

That's how demon hunters work.

If Boldon's pre-war preparations were at this level, he wouldn't have had a chance to grow this beard.

When he was a hairy boy, he should have died in some wasteland!

In Lan's heart, he actually has an answer to this.

An ice-like gaze crept up Ran's back, and a tone as cold as this gaze came.

"You take the lead, make good use of Quinn."

Not a consultation, but an order.

The demon hunters of the Bear School generally have no feelings, and as a result, even the most basic verbal disguise is lost when people are sent to death.

Lan En nodded flatly.

...... If it weren't for being used as cannon fodder to save hunting costs, he would have been glad to have this pair of cat's eyes.

And it was next to the ridge that the two of them had just passed.

The immortal farmer bowed his waist humbly, pointing to the four soldiers in Temerian armor and a pool of blood in his field.

It was left behind by his faithful family dog.

The farmer chattered, and the soldier was a little annoyed, and the iron gloves were raised in the air, as if they were going to hammer the farmer's face in the next second.

After a few reprimands, the farmer pointed out a direction.

The four soldiers looked in that direction, tilted their heads and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, scolded and turned on their horses.

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Because of something, Borton is now wanted by the lord of Willen.

But the level of law enforcement equivalent to the Middle Ages can be imagined, so although the demon hunter intends to hide his traces, he does not plan to stop the demon hunting mission related to food and expenses.

Moreover...... He is not even going to pay a little "cost" for hunting!

Lann and Bolton were already standing in front of the hollow of the valley formed by the slump of a small hillside.

In the hollow of the valley was a faint pile of rubble.

The reason why it is faint is because there is a layer of yellow, yellow, green and green mist, which abruptly envelops a large area of land.

The wind can't blow, and the water vapor can't sink.

Lan glanced at the roaring bear head necklace around Boldon's neck, the delicate bear head trembling slightly.

It sensed the magic in the mist.

Judging by the degree of tremor, the magic is not very strong.

The abdomen growled with hunger, but Rann continued to move his body seriously.

The faithful dog had finished eating, and Bolton had left him a head.

There's no meat, but Rann is used to it.

The man didn't deliberately starve Lan with a bad taste, and in fact he couldn't get pleasure from evil at all.

But...... A person who does not secrete emotional hormones, you can't expect him to care much about his "tools".

Bolton didn't want Len to starve, but he didn't care if Rann was full or not.

Demon hunters are very tolerant and therefore very hungry.

In the process of moving his body, Lan En did not see Bolton take out the potion from the potion bag, nor did he see him pull out the two swords on his back and apply sword oil.

Generally speaking, both of these things can significantly increase the Demon Hunter's advantage over monsters.

In addition to being expensive and toxic, there are almost no drawbacks.

And Boldon, as the main force, is obviously unwilling to spend this money this time.

Then Lanne, as a striker and scout, must take the risk for Pordon's savings.

This is exactly how Bolton "used" him.

"Now, forward."

Bolting his horse, the bearded man drew one of the two swords behind his back with a muffled sound of metal grinding.

A sword and a half in a hand that shimmered with a cold silver light.

And the look in his eyes when he looked at Lan En's back was comparable to the temperature of that sword light.

It was cold without the slightest fluctuation.

In front of the young man, there is a fog demon who doesn't know how many people and how strong they are.

It or they can create fog, stealth, and if they're smarter, they can also shape and make illusions.

This gray-skinned humanoid scavenging monster has sharp, sharp claws, wizened arms that can remove the head of a dog or a sheep, and the cotton armor tears like paper in front of them.

An ordinary farmer, when he is full of vigilance, will also be cut open in five seconds, and his stomach will flow to the ground.

Not to mention the ability of this monster, which is the type that is good at sneak attacks.

Behind the young man, a demon hunter who no longer knew how many monsters he had hunted, and who could move freely in armor of at least thirty kilograms, pulled out the silver sword behind him.

Silver can restrain monsters and is soft in nature. But it was a sword with an iron core and silver, and there was no problem in cutting people.

And Lan En didn't seem to feel at all, and that delicate face didn't move at all as if he had really lost all emotion.

It's just that his hand tightened the cotton armor on his body again, and his eyes looked at the void blankly.

On his retina, there is a clear and concise view.

"Name: Lanne

Race: Demon Hunter (Magician Transformer)

Skill: Bear School Swordsmanship (The practice plan has been formulated.) Mentoring – Interrupted. Reason: Insufficient computing power)

Potions knowledge (for the record.) Provisioning Guidance – Interruption. Reason: Insufficient computing power)

The Seal of the Soul (Spiritual Plan [Elementary] has been formulated.) Mentoring – Interrupted. Reason: Insufficient computing power)

......”

The knowledge about the life of a demon hunter is enumerated one by one.

Swordsmanship, potions, magic seals...... But at the end, there will always be four big characters in black and bold, "insufficient computing power".

On a series of "insufficient computing power", a series of arrows are very clearly marked, indicating the whereabouts of this precious computing power.

It was a bright red progress bar that was almost finished, labeled "Analyzing".

The eyes behind him became colder and colder, and Lan En remained silent, turning off the projection on the retina with his mind.

It's time to get to work.