At this time, the hunters around looked strange, but their actions completely disappointed the Dragons. In the face of these dead elders, many hunters simply did not have the will to fight. There was a hint of confusion and shock in their expressions, as well as a subtle hint of surprise.

As people say, a lot of things happen before they happen, and most people can guarantee that if it happened to me, there would be absolutely no legal or moral implications. But at the end of the day, who can really trap the beast inside them? Easier said than done. When a new hunter enters the guild, an old hunter must take him on a mission.

For new hunters, the old hunter is their backbone, teaching them all kinds of knowledge, sharing the pressure when facing monsters with them, and teaching them how to be a good hunter little by little. When the old hunter died in battle, the beginner comforted him that he deserved his death, but there was no anxiety in his heart, no urge to let the old hunter live.

Now Ouyang Dao had turned their thoughts into reality, he knew that the previous hunters were all undead, and the rules of the guild required them to ruthlessly exterminate them, but now it was time to do so, could they really slap that respectful face? The soul didn't even need to move.

They just stood there, looking at the hunters with cold eyes, and several of them wept involuntarily.

It's a pleasure to see you all again. Most people did not have such a strong will, and in the face of the death of their predecessors, many hunters could no longer control themselves, looking both excited and suspicious, but all their weapons were put away.

The dragon group frowned, at this time his hunter and Ouyang Dao's revenant soul were testing each other, you take a step back, you take a step back, I take a step back, the two sides looked at each other in the air, no one wanted to cross the line. The dragon had just looked around at the hunter, and most of the criminals were looking away, only a few looking straight at him, hoping that he would order all that would change.

Dragon just saw their eyes and understood what they meant, but he had no intention of giving the order because he knew it was doomed.

The minds of a few people can't change this situation, most hunters are reluctant to fight with their predecessors, and the trend of peaceful development has been set off, which is something that many players can change. Ouyang Dao looked at the hunter and the dead man with a smile, Long Gang's complicated eyes were in his eyes, and the smile in his heart could no longer be controlled. You're awesome Runes are awesome, but can you deal with your old friends and elders?" A smile flashed across Ouyang Dao's face. Although he was not Ouyang Dao's opponent, his attitude was infuriating.

Unfortunately, his hunters were reluctant to do so, even when Ouyang Dao and the other not-so-friendly people passed by, they were still reluctant to pick up the heated electric gloves. Ouyang Dao was surrounded by hunters, and the hunters of the older generation taught them ropes and brought them up. It's not that no hunter wants to sneak close to Ouyang Dao, but Vivian, passers-by, and the old viscount are not vegetarians, and the most professional hunters won't do any harm to the trio who are already masters.

Only then did Long Gang realize that he was on the weak side, but Ouyang Dao's series of actions were really disgusting, and he didn't look like a strong man, at this time, Vivian and they showed their strength again, and the moment behind Long Gang began to break out in a cold sweat.

Where did these masters come from? Why did they obey Gaia's orders? Where are the President and Greeville? These questions bothered him for a long time, but he didn't dare to ask Ouyang Dao, although Ouyang Dao was an eyewitness to the incident, he would definitely know the truth from him. Just as Ouyang Dao was about to leave, he turned his head. By the way, forgot to mention one thing. Vice Chairman of the Dragon Gang, speaking of this, you may not believe it, I am actually a clown Ouyang Dao left with a smile, but Long Gang was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

Is the person who killed the former bishop of the Church, the number one person on the Lion City bounty list, an ordinary member of their guild?, but now that I think about it, everything makes sense, why Gaia was able to control his master, why he was able to resurrect so many dead people in such a short period of time, there was only one reason, the powerful necromancer.

Ouyang Dao left with his army, and nearly a hundred hunters who had been hunting for a long time kept an eye on them as they died. A sense of loss passed through them, the shadows of the past had long since disappeared, and now only a monster in a suit remained.

"Vice President, today we were wrong" "We won't do this again, please forgive" The hunters apologized to the Dragons in unison, at which point those familiar figures had left, the reason had regained the upper hand, and the hunters were reminded of their duties, as well as the guild's long-standing regulations on the matter. Brother Long sighed sadly. No matter what the hunters say, the state of being completely unable to do anything is still fresh in my mind. Dead loved ones are resurrected, they can really do it again, send them to hell, they are all strong-willed people.

"Forget it, leave two teams to clear the battlefield, and the other hunters and I will go to find the president's traces" "Yes! Watching the orderly withdrawal of the hunting party, the long team sighed softly, because the cemetery of the combatants ended up in the hands of the clown, and the guild's early warning system did not alert the police, so there was a good chance that it would survive and probably be nearby.

Finally, 100 meters east of the battle cemetery, a team of hunters found President Naza, unconscious, surrounded by bodies in black robes.

Several hunters went to check, and they were all mid-level members of the Church of the Dead. Beginning with the battle between the stone giants of Ouyang Dao and the bone giants of Graylyville, the church leaders who followed Grayleiville fled, unable to survive the aftermath of such a battle, and when one person was strong enough, the collective power limited them less and less.

This gave President Naza a chance to confront Grilyville, not an opponent, but against the elite at the highest levels of the Church, and despite the strict taboos, President Naza was a terrible killing machine. The ensuing battle was almost speechless, and the leaders of the factions, who believed that they had obtained the most important loot, did not realize that only the strong could suppress the spoils of the strong. Despite the tough battle, President Nazar eventually won.

After some treatment, President Naza saw the long group, frowning with a sad face. "Who won the battle between Greeleyville and the new owner?How many bodies were lost in the cemetery?"

"The corpse... It's gone."

West is an art student, and his profession and identity are unwelcome in the Lion City, a martial arts city. There are three major blood companies in the Lion City, countless waste chemicals enter the market every day, and becoming a professional is a practical opportunity for everyone, and in such an atmosphere he chose to become a weak art worker, West grew up under pressure that he could not bear at his age.

"Those bloodlines are fools, and I don't want my clever brains to be controlled by them," West said in a self-consoling phrase, of course, he didn't dare say that in front of real professionals.

He wouldn't say this to his more powerful friends or relatives, like his aunt, who worked in a bakery and was the youngest in the family, but also the meanest sister-in-law in the Wistedt family. But when there was no one around, or only a few good friends, West would cheer up and say that he had chosen the right path and not pursued a career.

West didn't care why most people didn't talk to him, either to protect their friendship or to despise West. He just knew that his inferiority complex was protected. As the years went by, West grew from a child who loved to draw to a student at an art university.

He doesn't remember why he chose the path of art in the first place, but he spent so many years working with brushes and poetry, and after so many years of protecting himself with the language of wisdom, he was bound by the word art and could never be separated. Perhaps that's for the best, West said as he walked down the campus path, recalling a recent meeting of a good friend who was one level above him and who had repaired murals at the Church of Light after graduation. Now, a year later, his friend, who is about the same level, bought a rune lamp! This is a rune lamp! Her mean sister-in-law had always wanted her brother to buy one, but his usually generous brother always hesitated, and in the end, the sister-in-law had to pout and give up. If I could get one of these, I might get a good impression from this guy who has always been mean... Sister thought wildly, feeling like he was about to release some of the pressure after more than a decade of stress, and he seemed to see the mean sister-in-law smiling at him. I have to be right when I choose the path of art!

It wasn't easy for Syst to come out of his fantasies and find a job to support himself. He saw the skill of his old friend, and in just one year, he was too good for Siste to understand.

Light and shadow, space, changes in scenes, movements of characters, lifelike scenes written by friends, this painting looks lifelike. I still need to work on it. West made up his mind, but on closer thought, he couldn't find a way to improve his art. Quentin, the art teacher, had been sick for days, and if he wasn't sick, West had received little guidance from him; He might have had the courage to ask his friends, but they had their own work to do, and this time he went back to school to buy a very rare pigment. Do we have any other options?

A pensive West scratched his head. All he knew was the art teacher at school, and beyond that there was a boring art textbook with beautiful poetic descriptions of famous paintings that he couldn't see, and I didn't know what the textbook was for!

"Do you know which sculpture gallery opened recently?" Which one? Wait, are you interested in art? ”

"Of course I'm interested in art, you don't know what I saw yesterday, that face, that muscle, that beauty... ”

"Are you sure you're talking about sculpture?"

"Sculpture is beautiful, people are more beautiful... ”

"Well, I know, where is it?" Where's the prettier? ”

"Seventh Avenue, a large red sculpture gallery, belongs to a man named Birkondik" Westtedt didn't mind anything else, two vivid girls were more vivid in his eyes than a large painting, but the other man's words mentioned a name that lifted his spirits. Isn't that a famous artist from the province next door? When did he come to the Lion City? I don't know.

West's face was filled with excitement, and his mind was already filled with all sorts of words, bicondick, hunter's bow, battlefield, knight's squire on horseback. The drawings echoed in his mind, and West ran so fast that his blood boiled with excitement at the sight of them.

17th Avenue, 16th Avenue, 15th Avenue, Star-Moon Street, Guns Street, Alchemy and the Church of the Mechanics, West runs with all his might, step by step towards the legendary destination, the sculpture gallery of the famous painter Picontic. Military Bank, Maria Kelly Bread Street, Seventh Avenue!

Syst stopped panting, the lining of his clothes soaked with sweat, but that didn't stop him. Far away, he saw a startling red, and his attention was completely focused on the color that made his whole body burn.

Inhaling, exhaling, dressing, and wiping sweat, Heath carefully took out a precious rune and approached the museum. A gift from the wind. This rune was given to him by West's brother, who was a rune merchant who made a living by making thin runes that, while not aggressive, were useful. For example, the gift of the spirit of the wind, which can summon a breeze in a small area, and to a degree that can blow up clothes, is not enough for combat, but it is enough for everyday life.

Now, as an example, the west wind carefully activated the rune, and a gentle breeze blew through the back of his neck, calming his heart, and the wind continued to blow, and soon, the west wind's entire body cooled down, and the heavy stinky sweat disappeared.

West collected the runes with regret, sniffed the smell carefully, and, making sure there was no smell, walked into his holy place, the Red Terror Museum. Master Bhakti, I'm coming!