It''s a dangerous world, especially for people living in the sun. Not only human beings, but also other intelligent races in this land have to admit that the world that gave birth to them is not friendly. Those things deep in the forest, those things in the caves, those things under the shadow, too much and too much existence are threatening the fragile life of the mortal race.


    Among these threats, the most lethal are not dragons or demons, which can turn large areas of land into scorched earth. But in terms of frequency and depth of harm, they are far less than their misguided peers. These people who inadvertently knock on the door of truth are really terrible threats. The fragile will of ordinary people makes them easily blinded by power, thus making some actions that even demons will smack their tongue.


    So the hunter was born. They are mortals, at least most of them, these ordinary people rely on the cognition of "prey" to hunt. It is they who discover that the werewolves are afraid of silver and the blood race are afraid of stakes. But their main hunting target is not these non-human beings. Witches, or witches, are their hunting targets. In order to resist these crazy siblings, they have mastered a special forging skill in a long time.


    The weapons born out of this forging technique are called witch hunting knives. Of course, they are not all knives in shape. Before cheese left the grey tower, he knew that if the caster had any natural enemies in the world, he would be the one with the Sorcerer''s knife.


    Now Harold III''s Tomahawk is undoubtedly such a weapon. As a wizard, cheese didn''t know the operation principle of the Sorcerer''s knife, which was the biggest secret of those hunters. However, when the lion''s eyes on the Tomahawk were as fierce as living creatures, the wizard realized that things might not go as smoothly as he thought.


    "What''s the matter, boy? Are you afraid? " Said the executioner, who was carrying the axe, two steps forward. His voice was deeper than before. It felt like a wild animal growling in his ear.


    For the other side''s provocation, cheese''s response is very simple. When his eyes bloomed with magic light, the soldiers who had just doubted that the Blood Axe Duke himself would go to war could not help but step back. Even the swordsman in black, who was picked out by the Duke before, did not dare to look directly into the mage''s eyes. Biological instinct told him that cheese was very dangerous at this time.


    "There''s something wrong with that ax." Jack, who was behind the cheese, frowned. As a wolf walker, the witch hunting knife is no threat to him. But the mage''s reaction and the faint smell of blood in Harold III made him uneasy.


    "Hand of hern?" Unlike the werewolf, Lothar could not see the weapon in the hand of the bleeding axe. For him, it was just a weapon of ritual rather than actual combat. The related information is nothing more than the decapitation axe used by the family of blood axes, and as an embodiment of the king''s will, they were named after the royal family name, hern.


    "I don''t know what''s wrong, but there must be something wrong with that ax. You have to prepare, and if necessary, I think I have to interrupt this trial When wolf Walker says it''s necessary, it''s natural that cheese is in danger. However, this sentence from the mouth of Jack, who has been following the mage for the longest time, may prove that in the werewolf''s subconscious mind, cheese can not defeat his opponent.


    However, whatever Jack''s plan, the glorious trial that decided Lothar''s fate began.


    The soldiers surrounding the three quietly staggered out, leaving enough space for the two to fight. For them, to see the most notorious executioner in the kingdom against an unknown wizard would be enough to boast about for a lifetime.


    Harold III didn''t wave his weapons before the war, as others did. For this man, his battle is more like a execution. Since the enemy''s fate is doomed, there is no point in intimidating a dying person.


    "I know most of you will not tell the truth, but ask. What name are you going to engrave on your tombstone, wizard in grey He looked at the cheese and asked. He didn''t seem to care about the magic in the mage''s eyes.


    Cheese raised his eyebrows, and the light in his eyes made the action very obvious.


    "Thank you for your kindness, but I have made an appointment to die at her hands. So this kingdom will not have my tombstone. "


    "Really..." Harold was silent when he heard the mage''s reply. But as an executioner, he had no pity on the prisoner he was going to kill. After silently calculating the distance between himself and cheese, the Duke rushed at the Mage at a speed inconsistent with his appearance.


    It was also the first time for cheese to fight an enemy with a sorcerer''s knife. In the case of knowing that the other party is his own nemesis, the subtle fear and curiosity about the unknown mixed into a sense of excitement, which filled the mage''s body. Feeling the strength of his body and the ability of his body repaired by the first rain, cheese was very curious about this, and this is the reason why he took the initiative to participate in the trial.


    "Isn''t that guy crazy?" Lothar pointed to the figure of cheese and said to the wolf Walker nearby. And his side of Jack, this has been because of shock and speechless.Without him, looking at his opponent getting closer and closer, the mage did not choose to retreat or release magic as others expected. With a crazy smile on his face, he opened his arms and ran towards the enemy like he wanted to embrace Harold III!


    As the distance between the two men shortened rapidly, the hangman could even see the bloodstain on the cheese''s face, but when he felt that the mage had entered the scope of his attack and waved his Tomahawk, the change happened.


    There are no incantations, no gestures. There was no sign that cheese cast this time. But as he pressed his outstretched hands into the air, the mage''s grey robe expanded rapidly at an explosive speed and turned into a puff of smoke. The smoke quickly wrapped up the two men in the duel.


    "Little skills." Harold, shrouded in smoke, did not panic. According to his previous memory, he swung his axe in the direction where cheese should be, and the blow undoubtedly hit the void. The sharp blade of the axe left two swirling currents of air in the smoke, but did not rub a corner of his coat.


    At the same time, other onlookers saw cheese outside the smog. The direction of his appearance was exactly the direction of the Blood Axe Archduke running. At this time, the mage lost his gray robe, revealing a suit of light leather armor. Cheese didn''t even look at the smoke behind him. His face was very calm. The mage stretched out his left hand and tapped his finger.


    "Pa!"


    With the sound of fingers ringing, the smoke begins to shrink at the same speed as when it erupts. If this spell is successfully released, the grey robe of grey tower will become a chain to bind the executioner.


    But Harold was not an inexperienced soldier after all. After he waved his Tomahawk fruitlessly, the bloody axe rolled on the spot without any fear. It was this roll that made him avoid the center of the fog. The shrinking fog reconstituted into a gray robe in the air, but its prey escaped the trap first.


    "Cut." Seeing that his magic failed to limit his opponent, cheese curled his mouth and stretched out his hand to put on the grey robe in the air. By the time he finished this move and turned to face his opponent, Harold III, who rose from the tumbling, was only five steps away from the mage.


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