Tanky Mage System Chapter 3: ?The Story of the Old Witcher

"I'm pulling people again. Isn't this female witcher feeling like this once or twice?"

Gune's eyes twitched slightly.

"What do you mean pulling people again?" Diana said angrily towards the corridor.

"I'm growing our witch hunt team, understand?"

"Leilu's team already has seven witchers, and we only have three. How can we surpass them at this rate."

"Today, I managed to find an extraordinary person with a good talent, but you were messed up by you again."

When Diana was talking, there were already two extraordinary people dressed as witchers, one old and one young, at the door of the small private room.

The young demon hunter is thirteen or fourteen years old, with a first-order source energy, and there is no way to restrain the source energy on his body. Obviously, it does not take long for him to advance to the first-order.

As for the old witcher, he was tall and tall, with the roughness of plateau red on his face, his beard was slightly pale, and his eyes were surprisingly bright.

He doesn't have the slightest source of energy all over his body, and he looks like an ordinary person.

But it feels very dangerous.

"An old witcher who has experienced hundreds of battles and hunted countless times." Gounie made a slight evaluation in his heart.

A trace of apology appeared on the face of the old witcher as he passed over Gune.

He took off his witcher's hat and saluted Gounie slightly: "I'm sorry for this gentleman, but Diana is quick-tempered. If there is any offense to you, please forgive me."

Some people are straightforward by nature and put everything on their faces. Although this kind of person is sometimes not well-received, at least it will not stab at a critical moment.

"Oh! It's nothing." Gune waved his hand, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

"It's fortunate that this beautiful lady killed that soul monster just now, otherwise, I'm afraid I'd have to spend some effort."

"If you don't mind, senior, you can come in and sit down."

"I don't seem to have seen that kind of soul monster on the scroll of the extraordinary creatures. Can you tell me some information about the previous monster?"

For this kind of experienced old witcher, it is always good to have a lot of communication with them.

Besides, Gune also has something to ask this old senior.

After thinking about it for a while, a slight smile appeared on the face of the old witcher, and his vigilance was slightly lowered.

Judging from the habits of tone and action, he can roughly judge that the extraordinary person in front of him should be an extraordinary person who has received a good education in the extraordinary sequence, and may even be an aristocrat.

Judging from his young age, there should be no bad intentions.

"Those devil's servants have been wiped out, so excuse me," the old witcher laughed.

This private room is spacious enough for the old witcher and the other three to sit together.

"Joe Eric, you can call me Old Arbor," the old witcher introduced himself after he sat down.

"This is Diana Rooker."

"My name is Hodge Brut, and my goal is to be a great witcher. Hunt down the mighty demons and devils, and by the way, the evil gods."

The young Witcher Hodge Brutt introduced himself confidently.

"A very ambitious goal, I think you will achieve it." Gune praised.

"I, Jack Sparrow, an ordinary superhuman." Gune introduced himself.

Since it is a hidden identity, Gune is naturally unable to use his real name.

"Just now, senior, you said, the servants of the devil? Are they the spirit monsters just now?"

"Yes." Old Qiaomu nodded slightly.

"Some ancient altars deep in the plateau mountains in the northwest were shattered, and some creatures in the depths of the ground that were in the dark all the year round ran out a lot."

The altar, the underground dark creature.

Gounie is very effective at capturing key points of information.

"Dark creatures? Dark creatures haven't appeared in Oya for many years!" Gune said.

"It's true, even in our witcher circle a few years ago, many witchers said that those dark creatures had disappeared from our Oya continent."

"In the past few years, especially since last year, many dark and undead creatures have appeared on the altars of many places or in the ancient sealed land, or in some places shrouded by dark power."

"Such as primitive vampires, dark werewolves, ghouls, skeletal creatures, evil witches, and servants of the devil you just met."

"So it is." Gune pondered these useful information, and gradually realized in his heart.

"It's just spring this year. After the snow melted, I just entered the mountains. What would you like to leave the ruins of Scotland and go south?"

After pondering for a while, Gune asked the doubts in his heart.

"Naturally because..."

Old Qiaomu smiled.

"The dark creatures in the north have been hunted almost by us."

"Have you been hunted?" Gune was stunned.

Isn't it said that those creatures that come from the dark underground to the surface are powerful?

Was hunted so soon?

It stands to reason that a mysterious tide will come, darkness will cover the earth, and terror and death will flood the continent like a tide?

I haven't felt the power of darkness yet, is this gone?

Seems to have sensed Gone's doubts.

Old Arbor slowly explained.

"The times are different."

"When I was young..."

The brooding old Qiaomu seemed to recall the past.

"At that time, the number of extraordinary people was very small, and all kinds of extraordinary resources were also very small."

"And our northern empire has never expanded so much."

"I remember the first time I went hunting in the Northern Territory with my witcher teacher. It was a vast and dangerous wasteland, without railroad tracks and these roaring trains."

"My teacher and I rode on the same horse. As a result, halfway through the road, the horse was eaten by the wolves in the wasteland."

"My teacher and I were only able to walk the next eleven days on foot."

"Every night, pick the blisters on your feet, or you won't be able to walk the next day."

"I remember very clearly that the only valuable thing in my body at that time was the 'dagger of the hunter'."

"Every three days, I need to input source power to that old 'demon hunting dagger' that is mixed with a small amount of ferrous metal, so that it can maintain its lethality to extraordinary creatures."

"Otherwise it will feel dull for chopping vegetables."

"Finally, my teacher and I arrived at the Demon Hunting Town in the valley, which is a gathering place for demon hunters and adventurers."

"At that time, the income from hunting was very low and very low, and many witchers were unable to sustain themselves. They were also half-travel merchants and wilderness hunters when they were witchers."

"And extraordinary equipment was a very rare existence at that time."

"A complete 'Bronze Grade' short knife and dagger, or a long sword ~IndoMTL.com~ is a symbol of a strong man."

"And the Demon Hunting Pistol is something that only the best Demon Hunters can hold."

"I once participated in an auction in that town with my teacher, and a witch hunter pistol was finally auctioned off by a wealthy aristocrat for hundreds of gold pounds."

"At that time, the hundreds of gold pounds were not the hundreds of gold pounds now. At that time, the wealth on my body was only five silver dragons, twenty-two copper dollars and eight horns."

"And now the monetary unit of 'horn order' has disappeared."

"As for potions, no witcher has the luxury of using potions."

"My teacher, that excellent witcher, was ripped open by a powerful fourth-order elite witch with a poisonous blade."

"The blood flowed all over the floor, and even the internal organs fell out."

Speaking of this, Old Qiaomu's tone was full of sighs and nostalgia.

"In the end, the teacher killed the evil witch."

"If we had even a bottle of ordinary primary recovery potion in our hands at that time, my teacher would not have died."

"And now...the times are completely different."

The nostalgic look on the old witcher's face gradually subsided, and a smile emerged.

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