"If you're going to come along, don't mess around. It can be seen that you are also a good hunter besides Yanan. But Yanan's situation is different, and most of the things he faces are very different from the outside, so you should know how stupid it is to rush up without a head when facing unfamiliar monsters, right? ”

Henrik walked on the stone brick road, he was a man who had lived in Yanan for a long time, and the city could be said to have been built by him.

Compared to a foreigner like Lane, who could get lost in two steps, the rugged road was as clear to him as the distance from the living room to the bedroom at home.

The young man who followed behind him spoke in a calm and calm tone.

"I'm not a dumbfounder, Henrik. I'm a professional hunter who can support myself by hunting. ”

Henrik listened to the words behind him, and was slightly silent.

Break into Yanan on the night of the hunt calmly and calmly.

Stranger.

These hunters who came to Yanan from a foreign country were always like this.

They had already practiced their hunting skills outside and came to Yanan to pursue blood healing.

The young hunter in Yanan's local area, even if he had already participated in a few hunting nights, probably didn't have the composure of this guy behind him.

Not because they were afraid, but only the local hunters felt it best, and the bestialized patient they hunted might have been an ordinary Yanan townsman half an hour ago.

Maybe in the morning they used to smile and say hello to each other.

Therefore, hunters are better foreigners, because they never hesitate to start.

That's why Yanan hates outsiders, because they know what they are doing here.

Subsequently, Henrik, who had entered the working state, became reticent.

Unlike many of the witchers that Len met in the wizarding world, he had a habit of muttering to himself. He just worked quietly and efficiently.

I don't know if this is the professional habit of 'peers' in another world, or if it is Henrik's personal habit.

"Bang!"

The gunpowder erupted in flames in the barrel, propelling the ammunition in the barrel to fly, brightening the dimly lit Yanan streets for a moment.

A bestialized patient with a straw fork in his hand and a stray hair growing under his barely slipped-on linen shirt.

Before he could run over and poke out the pitchfork, he was shot in the left shoulder by a musket in Henrik's hand.

It was evident that the power of the musket was not ideal for the mutated bodies of these bestialized patients, and the bullet did not roll in the thin but hard body, nor could it tear the flesh apart.

But Henrik didn't seem to want to finish the hunt with a musket at all.

He just wanted to use the impact of the ammunition to give the bestialized patient a stumble.

And at the moment when the other party was out of balance, Henrik used an extremely smooth sliding step to rush in front of the monster.

That was the first time Lan had seen the effects of a transforming weapon.

Henrik slashed the retracted sawsaw diagonally upward, the serrated blade cutting first under the animalized patient's ribs, and then in the mechanical "click" bite.

The switchblade-like structure begins to work, and the mechanical force bounces the blade outward, and the direction of the mechanical force is exactly the same as that of Henrik's swing, thus completing the superposition of forces.

The bestiary, who was in his early two meters, was a head taller than Henrik.

But in this deformation slash, the large gap cut by the serrated blade extends from the underside to the ribcage.

Large chunks of flesh torn off by the sawtooth can even make people see from the wounds of bestial patients, directly from front of their bodies.

Originally, Henrik should have been able to directly cut the prey in half, but the bestiality patient's weight was not large enough, so the sawsaw only cut it halfway and cut it away.

The hairy corpse was catapulted against the wall on the side of the street with a muffled thud.

The characteristics of the meat saw make the amount of bleeding unbelievably large, almost like opening a bucket of paint here.

The transformation weapon is indeed outstanding in terms of instantaneous explosive power.

Henrik's fighting style of using the impact of firearms is the same as the collapse of the reed celebrity in Lanen's eyes.

All of them are by inflicting a brief anomaly on the enemy to complete an execution that ends the battle.

And judging from Henrik's size and age alone, even with the mechanical power of the transforming weapon, his basic strength is a bit too abnormal.

Or is it because of 'blood'?

Is Yanan's blood a panacea or a superhuman medicine?

The young witcher had his hand on his scabbard outside the battlefield, but he never intervened in Henrik's hunt.

This sense of proportion made Henrik feel good about him.

Therefore, after shaking off the foul-smelling blood that had been sprinkled on his coat, Henrik gave some advice to this young man from the countryside who had just arrived in Yanan.

"Even if you stick to tradition, you have to learn to accept the progress of the times."

The old hunter raised the musket in his left hand at Lane.

It looked like a flintlock pistol, with a wooden grip and body, a metal barrel, and an excitation device.

Just like the Victorian style of the city, the metal barrel is also carved with flashy patterns.

"When a foreigner comes to seek blood healing, he first has to go to the healing church, which is where blood healing originates. The Church has always had a great demand for hunters, and as long as you agree to be a hunter who works for the church, the blood therapy schedule can be much earlier, and they will also provide you with logistical support. ”

"At least you'll get a Hunter Pistol for free, plus a shape-shifting weapon. There is also an advance salary and a cheap but comfortable rental house. ”

Lane's hand left the scabbard and walked up to Henrik, his expression untouched by the bright future in question.

"I'm just thinking about getting through the hunt night safely, maybe I didn't know it, but Yanan is really a little too exciting."

"Mutated townspeople, hunters hunting in the streets, and normal people who are used to it all, you even make me think I'm at the end of the world."

"The end of the world? Hey. Beneath the yellow mask, Henrik let out a chuckle that didn't know whether it was sarcasm or exclamation, "That's a good analogy. ”

Immediately, he changed his words.

"But tonight? Less. ”

"It's just an ordinary night of hunting, and it's far from the end of the world."

As he spoke, even though only the slits of his eyes were visible on his face, Len could feel as if he was trapped in some kind of terrible memory.

There was only a split second in time, but the deep feeling was very clear.

It was so clear that Lane even thought he had really experienced an apocalyptic level hunting night

"There should be eight or nine hours left, and the night should be over."

Lan En shifted the subject and looked up at the sky.

From the cracks in Yanan's layered buildings, I saw a huge moonlight line overhead.

"Do you have a plan for the rest of the day? Or is it simply wandering around hunting? ”

Henrik had roughly cleaned the blood from his coat and stood up.

The texture of the abnormal blood is already similar to that of viscous oil.

"I have a regular partner, and it's easier to get along with someone credible on hunt night."

"I'm looking forward to meeting your partner."

Henrik shook his head noncommittally.

"He's not like me, he's a nice guy. If he can help others, then he should be happy too. ”

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