At this time, Dean noticed that there was a slender strap on the outside of Glenn's thighs. There were two inconspicuous black daggers inserted upside down. They were a few centimeters longer than ordinary daggers. The front of the dagger was slightly curved like a sickle. At the moment, the tip of the dagger was dripping blood. It was the blood of the crocodile-head wolf.
"Assassin!" Dean suddenly thought of Glenn's profession. In the past few months of training, he had heard some news about the two famous senior hunters of the Mellon Consortium. Their professions were warrior and thief respectively. Glenn was a thief, but she had already advanced twice. From an ordinary thief who explored the path and made traps, she had risen to a deadly assassin who killed without blinking an eye.
Just like her profession code name – Ghost Assassin!
After each advancement, she would get a title that matched with her ability. It was said that Glenn's magic mark ability came from the 'ghost eye'. It was a very terrible monster. Its vision was very strong and its body was flexible. Moreover, it knew how to hide its breath. It could quietly approach its prey like a snake lurking in the shadows. It would wait for the right opportunity to strike.
Most of the reason why her smell had suddenly disappeared was because of the magic mark.
Dean was shocked. The three crocodile-head wolves were rated as level 13. It was obvious that their combat power was far higher than the 'Defiler' that he had encountered before. However, they were instantly beheaded by this woman. His vision couldn't keep up with her speed. Moreover, the whole beheading process was as smooth as flowing water. It fully demonstrated the rich hunting experience of the other party.
All the wounds were fatal. Moreover, the point of entry was the weakest part of the body!
Glenn slightly waved to the others to keep up.
The other five people stared at each other as they saw her skills. They were speechless. After all, if they were in her shoes, they would need perfect cooperation to kill the crocodiles. They couldn't afford to make any mistakes. It was obvious that the gap between them and the top hunters was huge!
"The smell of blood will attract other monsters. The Black Weaver is timid and vigilant. It won't come over easily. Let's continue to chase." Glenn whispered as she led the way.
The other five quickly followed.
Dean looked at the three corpses on the ground. He couldn't help but say: "Their corpses … Are we going to leave them here?"
"Little guy, the value of the Crocodile-Head Wolf's carcass is not high. The fat in its body is too little, and there is more radiation in its hair. The value of collecting it is not high. We should hurry up." A youth at the end said to Dean. Because of Dean's super large range of smell, he put away his contempt for the newcomer and patiently explained.
Dean caught up with the team.
Following the mountain lion footprints left on the ground, everyone chased all the way. Occasionally, the footprints disappeared, but with Dean's sense of smell, he could easily find new footprints from hundreds of meters away. This was the advantage of tracking by smell, and it was an ability that many hunters envied.
Along the way, they encountered a few more waves of monsters, but Glenn didn't need to do anything. She could easily take care of them all by herself. However, when they encountered a level '19' lizard, Glenn chose to take a detour. She didn't go forward to fight. Although with the cooperation of the seven of them, there was hope to kill the monster, but it was easy to cause a big movement, attract other monsters, or scare away the Black Weaver.
In addition to the lizard, they also met a monster that they couldn't name. According to Glenn, it was a new type of monster that hadn't been named yet. If they killed it and brought its corpse back to the giant wall, they would get extra rewards.
However, Glenn didn't intend to get involved. She gave up hunting and continued to pursue the Black Weaver.
"Let's take a break."
The continuous journey had consumed a lot of physical strength. Glenn had continuously fought and consumed a lot of strength. She saw that it was noon, so she stopped and said to everyone: "Eat something to supplement."
Everyone listened to her instructions and sat down to rest. They took out dry food and water from their backpacks and ate.
Dean came in a hurry, so he didn't bring anything. He could only watch others enjoy lunch.
"Here you go." Glenn looked at him and took out dry food from her backpack. She threw it to Dean: "If you can find the Black Weaver, I will owe you a favor."
Dean took the dry food. He was somewhat grateful, but was surprised: "Owe me a favor? Aren't we carrying out the task under the consortium's order? "
"Yes, it is the consortium's order. But the Black Weaver that we hunt belongs to me." Glenn didn't hide it: "So, instead of helping the consortium, it is better to say that you are helping me. I have the first priority in choosing such a rare monster. Unless I don't want it, the consortium will allocate it to the other eight intermediate hunters. However, I like the magic marks of the Black Weaver."
Dean suddenly realized that he didn't see this benefit in the contract. Most of the benefits were for intermediate hunters. As for primary hunters like them, even if they hunted a named monster, they would have to hand it in. Otherwise, there would be punishment. However, a named monster wasn't something that primary hunters could hunt. The Black Weaver that they had encountered before was in its infancy stage. It was completely 'luck' that they were able to meet it.
"It's within my ability. You are too polite." Dudian replied politely after understanding the situation.
Glenn shook her head, "I just don't like to feel indebted to others. So if it's a favor, then it's a transaction for me. As long as you have a need, I'll help you. Of course, the premise is that we have to hunt down the Black Weaver." Glenn shook her head, "I just don't like to feel indebted to others.
Dean thought that she was really direct. He nodded and said: "I know. I will try my best."
"Well." Glenn nodded slightly and no longer said anything. She turned to look at the ruins in the distance. It seemed that she was thinking about something.
Dean quickly finished the dry food and took a little rest. Although Glenn had promised him a favor, but he didn't take it too seriously. He felt that this woman was a very calculative person. So even if he got this favor, he could only ask her for a small favor. He couldn't ask her for a big favor.
Suddenly, Dean's nose twitched. He stood up and said: "I found the mountain lion."
The others were silently eating dry food while thinking about their own thoughts. They heard Dean's words and looked up. They quickly put away the dry food and stood up. One of them hurriedly asked: "Where?"
Dean pointed to the left: "About twenty miles from here."
"Let's go!" Glenn made a prompt decision. She threw away the half-eaten dry food and quickly ran in the direction pointed by Dean.
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