Hao Ren crossed his arms and leaned against the tombstone, squinting at the few demon hunters in front of him. His face was full of moral superiority and nonchalance, but in fact, his heart was in turmoil. He had to keep his facial muscles as tight as a rock to not show his nervousness. In fact, he was very confident in his acting skills, and he was even more confident in the process of disguising himself to blend into the team of demon hunters. The problem was, confidence was one thing, and nervousness was another. These guys in front of him were, after all, the best at reconnaissance on Earth. Each of them was as alert as Lily. Who could guarantee that the leader of the demon hunters would not frown, feel something was amiss, and draw his knife …
But it turned out that Hao Ren had successfully fooled them. The demon hunters looked at each other, but they did not show any hostility or alertness. They were just a little curious about Hao Ren.
It seemed that their alertness and killing instinct were only effective against otherworldlings. When faced with a target that was not innately hostile, the demon hunters were no better than ordinary people.
"I am the vanguard of this Hunter group, Lockheed, a master hunter," said the demon hunter who looked like the leader. "We don't know much about the situation here. We didn't know that there was a Stalker here."
In other words, there was a lack of intelligence in this area, and Hao Ren, the Stalker who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, needed to explain his identity first.
"My current name is Hao Ren, and I used to be a member of the Nordic Legion. God knows where the rest of the legion is now." Hao Ren followed Hasse's instructions and tried to play the role of an old demon hunter who had separated from the legion in ancient times and embarked on a solo hunting journey. Fortunately, he was always with a 10,000-year-old poor vampire, so he knew how to show his seniority in detail. "I have been wandering for thousands of years, hunting the rats that escaped to the corners of the world. The last time I contacted Coldpath was a hundred years ago. Are you a Hunter group? As far as I know, the Hunter groups are not very active now, but there are more and more Stalkers like me. "
The master demon hunter, who called himself Lockheed, smiled bitterly. He thought that the man in front of him was the Lone Wolf that the elders mentioned. After the Mythological War entered its final stage, the situation in the world was turned upside down. The collapse of the Dynasty of the Gods had also led to the simultaneous collapse of the Sacred Army of the Demon Hunters (innate hostility had led to this incredible result). Driven by a strong killing instinct, many demon hunters on the frontline plunged into the ruins after the collapse of the Dynasty of the Gods. They almost lost their minds and continued to hunt and pursue, thus cutting off contact with the upper echelons. Some demon hunters just disappeared without a trace. Some demon hunters recontacted Coldpath after the fighting fever that lasted for thousands of years subsided. But for various reasons, they could not return to the main force, so they became Stalkers forever. These Stalkers were what the old demon hunters called the Lone Wolf Hunters.
Except for occasionally returning to the demon hunters' strongholds around the world to replenish their equipment and supplies and exchange information, these Stalkers had almost cut off all social contact with their compatriots. Some of them had even erased their own names and used pseudonyms instead.
It was troublesome to deal with these "lone wolves" because their minds were once dominated by the fanaticism of battle. Coupled with thousands of years of solitary hunting, these guys had very strange personalities. They often only cared about their own hunting, and were very hostile to all obstacles, including their own compatriots.
In short, they were a bunch of guys who suffered from severe war syndrome and refused to take medicine.
The only good thing now was that the Lone Wolf Hunter in front of them seemed to be relatively easy to talk to. At least, he was not that hostile.
"We are here on an important mission," Lockheed explained the purpose of the Hunter Group. "To deal with an ancient otherworldling that may be about to awaken, an elder gathered this Hunter Group. We didn't plan to hunt the witches. Today, we just happened to do it."
Hao Ren's eyebrows twitched. These guys really came for Vivian? And they even came here to mess things up.
At this time, another demon hunter came through the thick fog and came up to Lockheed. "Master, the witches have escaped. A werewolf with a strange weapon led them out of the encirclement. The weapon looks a bit like a relic weapon from the Mythological Era."
"I see," Lockheed nodded. "They will always leave traces. After the full moon, the magic power of this land will decline. They won't be able to escape for long."
Then he turned his head and looked at Hao Ren. "It seems that our random actions have ruined your hunt. I apologize for that, but I want to know more details. You've been following the witches, but you didn't kill them?"
"I'm fishing for a big fish." Hao Ren crossed his arms and looked at the night sky where the fog was gradually dissipating. A full moon was emerging from behind the fog. "I found that the witches were looking for an ancient ruin. The ruin is very likely to be related to an ancient otherworldling. That's why I didn't kill them. Instead, I just followed them from afar. Today should be their last gathering. I could have gotten the most critical information. But you guys interrupted me indiscriminately. Not only that, but you also let them escape!"
Lockheed listened to him in a daze. Then, his expression suddenly froze. Sure enough, he followed Hao Ren's lead and said, "You mean an ancient ruin? And it's related to an ancient otherworldling? "
"It's most likely your target this time." Hao Ren gave Lockheed a deep look. "Now do you know why I'm so angry? Not only did you ruin my hunt, but you also ruined your own mission! The witches were discussing the method to open the ruin and the specific location of the seal. One of the Blood Mages was even about to say the spell to break the seal. Just one minute later, they will tell us all the information! Damn it, can't you control your hands? "
Hao Ren sighed and continued to look up at the sky. At the same time, he tried hard not to let his face tremble. It would be embarrassing if he laughed out loud on such a righteous occasion.
The expression on Lockheed's face was even worse. At this moment, he was completely dumbfounded. After a long while, he said, "… The werewolf among the witches stimulated our killing instincts. We originally wanted to observe, but … wait a minute, you were lurking in the cemetery. Weren't you affected by the killing instincts? And the werewolf didn't notice you? "
He coughed and said, "Ahem... I've honed some special skills in my thousands of years of hunting. Shielding my scent and suppressing my urge to hunt are necessary qualities of a Stalker. Otherwise, how can I move alone in the dark?" Hao Ren did not expect the question to hit him halfway. He coughed and said, "Ahem...
Lockheed looked at Hao Ren from head to toe in surprise, but he did not suspect anything. Although the killing instinct could not be eliminated, some old demon hunters could indeed forcibly suppress it for a short period of time through special training. As for aura concealment … it was basically a basic skill of every demon hunter. Although the range of effect was limited and it could not completely block the innate hostility effect, it was still possible to avoid being discovered by the otherworldlings at a certain distance.
Then, he fell into great regret. "Damn it … I have to take responsibility for my impulsive action tonight …"
"People always make mistakes …" Hao Ren comforted him. "Instead of holding on to your mistake, why don't you think about how to remedy it? For example, let's talk about the ancient otherworldling …"
"No, I have to confess my mistake to the elder. As for punishment, it's up to the elder to decide." Lockheed was surprisingly stubborn and did not listen to Hao Ren at all. "Don't worry, the elder is on his way here. Soon, he will be here in person. We can explain the situation in front of him."
Hao Ren was stunned. "Elder? You mean the leader of the Hunter Group? He's coming? "
Lockheed was not the supreme leader of this group of demon hunters. He was only leading a vanguard team. If Hao Ren was not mistaken, he was leading this vanguard team on an independent mission tonight. Originally, when Hao Ren heard that there was an elder as the supreme commander of this group, he had made up his mind to find some information from this vanguard team leader and then find a chance to leave, trying not to meet the unknown elder. However, things had changed. The elder that Lockheed mentioned was coming in person.
At this moment, if he were to make up a reason to leave, he would probably arouse the suspicion of the other party. Hao Ren could only bite the bullet and continue to pretend. He could only hope that the weapons and badges that Hasse gave him were really as the old demon hunter said, and that even the elder of Coldpath would not find anything wrong with them.
Just when he was thinking about this, the demon hunters on the periphery suddenly moved. Lockheed had a solemn look on his face. "The elder is coming."
Hao Ren quickly adjusted his posture and put the demon hunter's dagger and the badge on his clothes in a conspicuous place so that he could gain the elder's trust.
The fog in the cemetery quickly dissipated. It seemed that the arrival of the powerful demon hunter had accelerated the disintegration of the magic power in this place. A tall, gray-haired old demon hunter walked past the demon hunters on the periphery. As he walked, he asked, "Lockheed, I heard that there's a Stalker here?"
Hao Ren's expression stiffened when he heard the voice. When he saw the appearance of the elder, cold sweat immediately trickled down his back. He quickly hid his dagger and badge. If it were not for the bad image of running naked in public, he would have put away the clothes he had just put on.
Damn it, Hasse!
That set of camouflage equipment might be able to fool every elder in Coldpath, but Hasse knew them for sure!
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