Grandmaster Hunter of Age of Mythology

Kashin succeeded again and shot and killed an assassin, who was lurking in the distance without being noticed. He was discovered by Silver Wolf, who gave him a warning through mental communication and easily killed him after being accurately located.

After getting the prey, they quietly retreated. There was no more profit to be made for the time being, waiting for the next trap. Kashin was not afraid at all, but enjoyed the fun of hunting...

The Prophet stared solemnly at the two men before him, who were struggling with a mysterious and deadly poison.

Holding tightly in his hands a bottle of potion emitting strange light and an ancient scroll of divine magic, the prophet took a deep breath and began to cast a powerful spell.

As the spell was chanted, an invisible force gradually separated the two people. Then, the prophet carefully poured the potion into the injured person's mouth and gently waved his fingers, guiding the energy of the magic to penetrate into their bodies.

Surprisingly, the one who was more seriously poisoned actually showed some signs of improvement! This meant that this toxin was not incurable. Although it would take a long time to completely eliminate it, at least his life was temporarily protected.

However, the long and intensive spellcasting made the prophet feel extremely tired, dizzy and almost unable to stand. He quickly swallowed a few precious potions, which slightly relieved the discomfort, and then he couldn't wait to pick up the kettle and gulp down the cool water.

"Priss, what's the situation of the battle?" the prophet asked, panting.

"My Lord Prophet, while you were concentrating on healing, four more brave companions were unfortunately killed. Two of them fell into a trap carefully set by the enemy. Now no one dares to step forward to rescue them easily, because once they fall into the trap, the consequences will be disastrous. The situation is extremely serious. The demon is as elusive as a ghost. From what I have observed, he seems to be able to accurately shoot our companions based on his intuition alone, completely ignoring any protective cover." Priss replied with a worried look on his face.

"This guy is simply a terrible monster! Is there no way to deal with him?" The prophet frowned and fell into deep thought.

"My Lord Prophet, please find a safe place to hide first, and let your subordinates go and test it out. Instead of waiting to die here, it is better to give it a try. For the future glory of the Holy Church, I am willing to become a martyr. I believe that the Lord will protect me..." Priss said with a firm look and without fear.

Kashin fought here for the whole morning and felt how difficult hunting was. It was not easy to kill each person. Now those people were clinging to the tree trunks, and the previous methods were no longer effective.

Priss moved cautiously, as if every step was on thin ice. He relied on his keen intuition and ability to sense danger to get closer to his goal little by little.

On the other side, Kashin stared at the short man, secretly marveling at the amazing skills he displayed in dodging arrowheads.

Knowing that the arrowheads in his hands were precious, Kashin decided not to launch an attack on this elusive opponent for the time being, so as not to waste precious resources in vain.

So, he deliberately lowered his posture, making the short man mistakenly think that there was an opportunity, and thus he walked step by step into the trap they set.

When the short Priss finally reached a huge tree that required five adults to hug, he climbed up quickly like an agile monkey, using the pair of gloves with excellent grip on his hands, and hid in the dense tree canopy. At this moment, he seemed to be integrated with nature, quietly observing the surroundings and hiding calmly...

Meanwhile, Kashin uses a unique meditation method to focus his attention on the shorter man, trying to telepathically determine the mysterious marksman's exact location.

Time passed minute by minute, and there was a dead silence all around, which was eerie, but Priss never waited for any arrows from the enemy.

However, Priss was not discouraged. Instead, he remained vigilant, crawling forward slowly and steadily.

Because he knew that as long as the devil dared to shoot an arrow, he would be able to accurately deduce its hiding place based on the direction and speed of the arrow.

Just like that, after a tense and long wait, Priss finally approached the big tree quietly.

Not far from the tree, he suddenly noticed a series of obvious scratches on the bark. These marks were clearly left just now. There is no doubt that they were the evidence that the demon used to show his great strength and superb skills - he actually climbed to the top of the tree in such a thrilling way! Facing this scene, Priss couldn't help but take a breath, but at the same time he was more convinced that he had found the key clue. Now, he just needs to wait patiently for a perfect opportunity to reveal the enemy's true face and give a fatal blow.

But with such dense tree trunks, how could he determine where the person was hiding? He used bird language to ask his companions to shoot at the tree trunks, even if it was to deliberately lure the demon to shoot, and his bow and arrow were fixed on him...

The assassins carrying crossbows approached this side, trying to lure Kashin into action at all costs and create an opportunity for Priss.

At the same time, the remaining two sharpshooters took advantage of the chaos and moved quickly like ghosts. They cleverly bypassed Kashin's position and circled to the two wings to form an encirclement.

Although they were facing the same sharpshooter, they showed no fear and were even prepared to lure their opponent into making a move at all costs.

However, Kashin seemed unusually calm and composed in the midst of the battle, with no intention of taking action at all. He seemed to have seen through it all and was aware of every move of the enemy.

At this moment, fighting wits and courage with these people was not his primary goal. What he really wanted to do was to get rid of the short man and completely eliminate this potential security threat.

At this moment, crossbow arrows rushed towards Kashin like raindrops. He quickly shrank his body and mobilized the powerful fighting spirit in his body to protect the vital parts of his body. The arrows from the enemy flew around like headless flies, without any pattern at all...

Facing such a dangerous situation, Kashin remained calm and composed. He knew that he could die if he was not careful, so he decisively reached into the interlayer of his belt to take out the healing medicine and swallowed it without hesitation, just in case.

As expected, not long after, two crossbow arrows hit Kashin's back. Even though he had taken healing medicine, the severe pain still made him grit his teeth and endure it without making a sound. With his extraordinary keen intuition, Kashin immediately realized that he was likely poisoned.

So, he immediately swallowed a few more antidote pills, and the crossbow arrows were indeed poisonous. Then he closed his eyes and entered a meditative state, trying to use his powerful mental strength to suppress the injuries that were spreading in his body.

Finally, the arrowheads flying all over the sky gradually stopped. Surprisingly, Kashin, who was hit by three crossbow arrows, was safe and sound! He did not dare to delay for a moment and immediately activated the special function of the gray cloth armor on his body - the cleaning array, and in the blink of an eye, the odor on his body was completely removed...

Priss was wondering, after so many probing shots, there was no response at all. Could he have been fooled? He bravely went under the tree to watch, intending to climb up the tree to find out what was going on...