Lan En gently recounted the story of the Deer Head, a monster species that the hunters of this world had never come into contact with, and unwittingly plunged the entire command vehicle surrounded by tarpaulins into a deep and treacherous atmosphere.

"In some places, this creature has even become a center of local faith. Farmers living near their groves would make sacrificial offerings to them, usually rabbits or birds, but human blood was also a traditional option in some places. ”

"As a result, in many legends, the deer head is a good character, helping lost travelers find their way through the forest, or rescuing them from bandits."

"Unfortunately, this legend has no basis in reality."

"In the eyes of the deer head, human beings are only a source of energy. The deer's head will suck the life force of nearby humans until only the husk remains. ”

Lan's tone sounded strange to the hunters, it was obviously a flat and straightforward description, but it inexplicably made people feel like they were being ridiculed.

This is because demon hunters have seen too much ignorance, superstition, and stubbornness in their careers.

The farmers wishfully believe the nonsense of the village witch doctor after taking psychedelics, or the advice of a professional who hunts monsters for a living.

Therefore, the vast majority of witchers, even if they are educating their employers, will unconsciously annoy their employers, thinking that the witchers are underestimating them.

But in fact, the witcher is not satirizing people, but ignorance and superstition.

This ridicule, even if they are expressionless and soft, will make people feel it unconsciously.

What about the other witchers, Len doesn't know. But the few witchers who had been in contact with him talked about monsters in addition to communicating with their peers and knowledgeable people, and most of them looked like this.

Among them, Geralt's expressionless, non-yin and non-yang irony is the most infuriating.

So much so that Lan En was slightly infected by these friends.

But evil or not, one thing is undeniable: the deer head essence can indeed be called the embodiment of nature, and they have an incomparably close connection with the forest and nature. The deer-headed spirits in the relatively vast forests tend to be older, more powerful, and more proficient in evil magic and rituals than their counterparts. ”

"Magic?" Guy's pointed ears twitched, and he looked uncomfortable.

"After all, how did this so-called deer head spirit connect with the forest? Some kind of hormone secreted through it? Or build a food chain centered around it? There must be traces, right? ”

Dragonmen live a long life and are industrious and kind. So although Guy is a powerful hunter who can use the worm stick to venture alone in the New World, this does not prevent him from being a qualified scholar.

His ideas and ideas are typical of the ecologists of this world.

But reason and logic are sometimes not universal in magic.

Ryan spread his hands in the face of Guy's question, "This is magic, uncle. As long as it sets foot on the natural land and sets up a totem on that land, it will naturally establish a connection with the land. It has nothing to do with hormones and the construction of ecological chains. ”

"And the strength of this deer head essence is beyond common sense, although I don't know what the final outcome of its battle with the Exterminating Dragon will be, but it can even bury its claws in the chest of the Exterminating Dragon to dig up the precious jade."

Rann said in a solemn tone: "I estimate that it may well have established a connection with a certain land in the New World, and thus drew strength from the natural ecology. ”

The commander-in-chief also interjected at this time: "If it is a creature that can draw strength from the prosperity of nature, then it is indeed qualified to be ranked on the same level as the ancient dragon. Especially in the New World, where ecology is so thriving. ”

"Ah, it's hard." Wende covered his forehead and sighed.

"The molten mountain dragon is about to explode, the deer head spirit is about to invade, and the trouble of a war-like exterminating dragon turned out to be a three-headed ancient dragon-level creature? What kind of day is this?! ”

"And that's not all." Guy made up for it with a blank face next to him.

"From what I've observed, the Molten Dragon's original route wasn't towards the leyline corridor at all, but rather to a place where it could pass away quietly. It is distorted by something or force. ”

"And the guy who was able to distort the route of an old molten dragon to the place where he died, we haven't even investigated that thing, or the main body of energy."

One shocking news after another broke out today as if it was worthless.

This made both the hunters and Lan a little in a trance.

Why did you suddenly go from a leisurely hunting and investigation activity to save the entire New World?

In the face of the young hunters who were even shocked to the point of being in a trance, the experienced commander-in-chief regained his calm mental state and expression in a very short time.

The Hunters' Guild appointed him as the commander-in-chief when the first group was dispatched, which in itself was a great trust.

And apparently, he is capable enough to withstand this trust.

"One way or another, one thing at a time. Dealing with multiple ancient dragons at once, even in the Old World, requires the mobilization of the actions of several countries, and the investigation team does not have the ability to do so. ”

The black-faced and white-haired commander-in-chief said methodically, and this tone quickly infected the young hunters.

"The Molten Mountain Dragon's actions are imminent, and the damage caused is the most unacceptable, so the target is obvious."

He slammed the table and raised his head with a burning eye.

"I announce! The Molten Mountain Dragon Interception Operation begins now! All the activities of the mission will be carried out for this purpose! ”

"We must not let this big creature enter the leyline corridor!"

Unlike all feudal armies, the Commander-in-Chief did not hide this dangerous and difficult goal from his subordinates.

Instead, he held a meeting and made all the current information available to the mission.

Let everyone understand their next plans, what difficulties they will face, and what they are fighting against a few ancient dragon creatures.

And the response of the investigation team was exactly what he expected.

"Since it's for the ecology of the entire New World, there's no reason not to do your best."

"Although it feels a little wrong to drive the molten mountain dragon away from the 'pilgrimage' route before he died, since it is a route that has been distorted. Then do it! Fix back the twisted creature instinct! That's what we hunters do! ”

No one flinched, even if they trembled with fear from facing the legendary ancient dragon, but no one took a step back in the face of the idea of 'protecting the ecology'.

Even if it's a technician, even if it's a little old man and a little old lady among scholars.

"It's not good, it's not good." Rann and Winder stood in the middle of the crowd, the witcher's hand scratching his head, a little distressed.

"I've lit it up too, honestly."

However, the witcher said 'not good' in his mouth, but at the corner of his mouth, there was a touch of it. Tiny, excited arcs.

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