Grandmaster Hunter of Age of Mythology

In the vast expanse of white snow, Kashin lay quietly on the roof, as if he had merged into the surrounding environment.

The whole night passed while he lay in ambush without moving, relying entirely on Angie's slow and cautious exploration of the nearby villages.

Her deep eyes were always looking down, exploring bit by bit, constantly searching for traces of the dark element.

As time passed, Kashin had already entered a state of deep meditation.

He knew that no matter what the final result was, this operation was an extremely important training for him and his two pets - improving the tacit understanding and cooperation ability between humans and pets.

You know, Kashin hasn't done the hard work of climbing ice and lying in the snow hunting for a long time.

This kind of environment is a rare training opportunity for him. He hopes that through this training, he can completely calm his slightly impetuous heart and better deal with various difficulties and crises that may be encountered in the future.

On the next morning, when the first ray of sunlight just shone on the earth, more than 300 magicians dressed in gorgeous magic robes walked out of the service department of the Magic Association in an orderly manner with neat steps.

Following them were more than two hundred huge, thick-haired transport wolves.

These wargs were loaded with all kinds of supplies, including some precious and rare magical materials and equipment.

In addition, a large number of mounts of different breeds and shapes gathered on the scene. Some of them were docile and well-behaved, while others were majestic and powerful, which was a feast for the eyes.

Obviously, this action not only attracted many ordinary magicians to participate, but also elite magicians from all walks of life joined in.

Everyone has a heart that desires growth and experience, and looks forward to gaining something from this adventure full of unknowns and challenges.

Some people speculate that the reason why there are such a large number of people participating is perhaps because there is a leader's major policy behind it...

Everyone first came to the Mercenary Association, and as soon as they entered, they saw the burly and strong President Crocodile standing there waiting for them.

A trace of embarrassment appeared on his serious face, and he slowly said:

"I'm so sorry, dear mages. Last night, we attacked a refugee village and massacred them all.

The two evil shadow priests finally had no way out and were doomed. Now, both have been brought to justice, but unfortunately, your trip was in vain. "

Hearing this, Kabaeva's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief, and she couldn't help but shouting:

"What? How can you take human life so casually? Killing innocent civilians so brutally is simply unjust! I think you..."

Before Kabaeva could finish her words, President Crocodile interrupted her and explained:

"Respected Master, please calm down! This matter was actually carried out on the orders of Viscount Kashin. And this order is also very reasonable.

Therefore, after careful consideration, we all decided to take this extreme measure to solve the problem. At present, we are busy burning the bodies of the villagers to prevent the further spread of the epidemic.

At the same time, I have also made a detailed report on this matter to the headquarters for record. Not only that, Viscount Kashin also wrote a letter to His Majesty the King, suggesting that this method can be widely promoted to deal with the plague problem when encountering similar situations in the future."

President Crocodile told a terrible truth - changing the cage and replacing the bird.

The experienced Kabaeva quickly realized that only in this way could the church's spread of the plague become meaningless and possible outbreaks of the plague in the country be quickly prevented.

"Where is Sheldon Castle? Take me there! Other fellow magicians, please stay at the Mercenary Guild! Food and drink must be properly arranged, with local specialties being given priority..."

"Viscount Kashin is still lying in ambush waiting for the possible appearance of the dark priest. He is not in the castle!"

Kabaeva shook her gray cloak with silver stripes and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll send someone to take me to find him right away! Let's talk first. We can't go back empty-handed..."

President Crocodile said with a smile: "Masters, your trip will not be in vain. Sheldon Castle has always been generous and considers issues from the other party's perspective! You will not lose out..."

"Haha, Sir Cashen is a good young man. I didn't expect him to be so decisive! I have a new respect for him."

"Master, you don't know that if we don't use severe punishments, we are outnumbered and cannot defeat the church's armed forces. In order to prevent more people from suffering, we can no longer care about too much at this point..."

The president sent two assassins from the Mercenary Association to lead Master Kabaeva.

An Qi spotted the group from a distance. Kashin was in deep meditation at this time, immersed in his own spiritual world, as if everything in the outside world was temporarily isolated from him.

When Angel saw that it was a human who looked like a magician, she did not give any warning and continued to check the ground from the air.

Angel has her own judgment criteria in her position. Although magicians have different abilities in this world, they are usually associated with wisdom and mysterious powers.

In his understanding, such an image would generally not pose a threat to the owner, so he chose to continue to perform his mission, methodically checking the situation on the ground in the air.

His eyes are as sharp as an eagle's, and he never misses any corner where danger may exist.

Kabaeva followed the assassin who led the way and looked at the snow-covered streets. The streets were covered with a layer of pure white snow, like a white ribbon winding through the city.

However, it seems a bit deserted here. It should have been full of vitality and vigor, with pedestrians coming and going, shops bustling with activity, and various sounds interweaving together to form a prosperous picture.

But now, a plague has swept in like a nightmare, dispersing the prosperity and bustle here without a trace. Now only a few figures can be seen, and the houses on both sides of the street also look a little bleak.

Kabaeva couldn't help but sigh at the tragedy after the plague. In her travels, she has seen the rise and fall of many cities.

But every time I see a scene of prosperity going downhill due to a disaster, a complex emotion wells up in my heart.

Kabaeva deeply agreed with this. The purple-eyed boy understood the viciousness of the church better, so he simply massacred the village. However, there were almost no people in this village. Things in the world are unpredictable and human life is like an ant.

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