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Author: Crowtopia

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Perfumers have been fighting this stubborn disease ever since the taint phenomenon of bad omen appeared.

The hardships and sufferings during this period can write countless evocative and tearful histories of struggle.

They used various methods to solve the problem, and spent all their life's learning, but still found nothing.

Faced with the tainted phenomenon of bad omen, the highly respected herbalists in the royal city were completely defeated.

Whether it is out of honor, status, prestige, or simply kindness and concern, they can only bite the bullet when faced with the son of evil omen.

Completely eradicating the evil omen is the oath they made and the promise they made to the residents of the royal city.

And this kind of forced treatment not only caused patients, but also doctors to become more and more distorted.

So some perfumers began to hunt for bad omens, seeking physical elimination.

Thus the Omen Hunter was born.

They wear ugly old men's masks with long horns, replace their true mood with the happy and obscene smile on the mask, drink the fragrant medicine, destroy their own hearts, turn into ruthless killing machines, and eliminate all contamination.

"It is said to be so."

As Ami ran, she told Wuming the story of the bad omen and the perfumer.

"We are not a bad omen, are we?" Wuming ran hard, "Why are you chasing us?"

Behind the crowd, an Evil Omen Hunter wearing an Evil Omen Smiling Mask was holding a pair of large shaped hatchets, chasing after the crowd, constantly jumping up, slashing down with both knives, jumping up, slashing down with both knives.

Repeatedly, every time he approached people, the Bad Omen Hunter would jump up high and kill Wuming and others with his jump.

Unfortunately, Wuming and the others were still running when they jumped up. Each time, they barely managed to avoid being slashed by the large hatchets that were densely covered with ominous horns. They only heard whining and wailing sounds exploding from the back of their heads, making them sweat all over their bodies.

The nameless group of people followed the map, returned to the abandoned coffin, and headed north. They didn't go far before they saw the perfumer's hideout that the omens had mentioned.

But what Wuming didn't expect was that the place had turned into ruins. In addition to a few perfumers, the cannibal Miranda flower, and the ferocious existence of the Omen Hunter, he would chop with a hatchet when he saw them.

Came over.

Wu Ming said that they were here to establish a good relationship with the perfumer and they could not act rashly. They could only run away first and find an opportunity to explain clearly.

But they didn't stop as they ran. The crowd kept circling around a large lake, and the waves reflected their running figures on the lake on the shore.

"Why does this man love jumping chops so much?" Wuming said, "He still has to jump chops even if he can't hit him. He is addicted to it."

"It's a bit silly." Patch guessed, "If I hadn't jumped, I would have hit him a long time ago. The corrupted perfumer will use spices and medicines to transform the body and nerves, making himself powerful and at the same time affecting the brain."

"Then we are being chased by fools?" Tragus said.

Everyone suddenly fell silent.

Wuming was the first to attack, glaring at Ami:

"You are so proud, how can you endure being chased by a masked man? Why don't you turn around and kill him?"

"I am a weak woman, how can I kill him?" Ami glared at him angrily, her roar loud and clear, even overpowering the whimpering sound of the hatchet cutting through the air behind her.

A Mei looked at the golden people who had been silent and silently followed the crowd: "Golden people, it's a bad sign? Isn't this for him?"

"Your heroes haven't even moved." The Golden People spoke calmly and threw the blame away with just one sentence.

When Tragus heard this, he turned around to hunt for bad omens.

As soon as he turned around, a big hatchet struck him.

The hatchet was so powerful that it actually knocked out the big horn.

Before he could fly very far, Patch grabbed the end of the big goat horn behind his back and dragged him to the ground.

"Why are you joining in the fun? Your body has just recovered." Patch said.

"Yatan is indeed a master like a cloud..." Tragus coughed.

Patch turned to glare at Wuming: "Why don't you go? Are you afraid of him?"

"We need to establish a good relationship." Wuming said.

"You still have a good relationship after everything is like this?" Patch said, "Are you a peace-loving fool? Stop doing this!"

Wuming grimaced: "Okay, I'm actually a little scared."

"Afraid?" Patch was stunned. He almost forgot to run away and was hit by the hatchet behind him.

Wuming nodded: "I'm afraid. I saw his jumping chop momentum and felt guilty. I didn't want to face it."

"How could that happen?" Patch couldn't believe it. "How could you be afraid of a perfumer?"

"I don't care. I don't want to face that guy with two hatchets." Wuming refused to look back no matter what he said. "I have a psychological shadow. I won't fight - just run away if I can."

"Businessman, hehe." Ami saw Wuming was timid and still had time to laugh and taunt him.

But Ami soon realized that the two heroes she had placed high hopes on were of no use, and she suddenly became disappointed.

"My hero, where is my king?" Amela sighed in a long voice.

The Bad Omen Hunter jumped and slashed again, spreading its wings in the air like a roc, and the shadow enveloped everyone.

But a cold light suddenly appeared, piercing the shadows and illuminating the sky in Ami's eyes.

Someone burst into the body of the Omen Hunter in mid-air with lightning speed, pierced him, and then knocked him backwards.

The blood-fingered hunter wearing an iron hat crossed the crowd and repelled the ominous hunter with one blow.

Yura turned his long knife, which was longer than a man, sideways, swung the knife to vibrate, then took a stance and pointed the tip of the knife at the Bad Omen Hunter.

"I'm here." Yura said to Wuming and others.

"Okay, I'm saved!" Wuming jumped up happily.

"Who is this strong man?" Ami asked.

"I saw the reward coming," Yura said.

"So fast?" Ami was surprised.

"Non-stop, non-stop." Yura said, "Come and face the bloody finger."

Ami's eyes flashed with gold: "You are so capable, so courageous, and so kind. You are actually running in such a hurry for me. Could it be that you are the king worthy of my protection——"

"Here we come." Yura said suddenly while staring at the enemy.

The Bad Omen Hunter was pierced by Yura's long knife, but he seemed to be fine. His body seemed to feel no pain, and he still got up and rushed towards Yura.

The Bad Omen Hunter's knife is big and heavy, while Yura's knife is long and light. Yura takes advantage of his length and keeps making circuitous moves around the Bad Omen Hunter, constantly inflicting new injuries on him.

The Bad Omen Hunter roared, seemingly unable to do anything to Yura, and his body gradually became sluggish.

Seeing the opportunity, Yura immediately rushed closer, dodged the hatchet, and raised his long knife horizontally, preparing to seal his throat with a knife.

But a flash of fire lit up at the upper edge of his vision.

Seeing that something was wrong, Yura immediately lowered his head, blocked the firelight above his head with his iron hat, and retreated violently.

The Omen Hunter spit out blazing fire from his mouth, like the breath of a flying dragon, and the flames spread downward, forcing Yura back.

"Are you okay?" Ami asked Yura with concern in a soft voice.

"It doesn't matter, I'm used to this kind of move." Yura said.

"As expected of a hero, he has rich fighting experience." Ami clenched her little fists, excited and excited, feeling sincerely happy for Yura's calmness.

"But I'm afraid there's some trouble." Yura said.

Behind the mask of the Omen Hunter, a pair of cunning eyes are revealed.

This monster-like body is obviously not carrying the brain of an ordinary monster - it still has wisdom, at least the wisdom to hunt enemies.

"Let's help too." Patch said, "Three against one, how can we lose?"

Dajiao gave Patch a thumbs up and silently stepped forward.

Three faders surround the Omen Hunter.

Just as they were about to start a righteous group fight, they found the ominous hunter turning around.

I saw the Bad Omen Hunter holding two hatchets horizontally and spinning like crazy. The two hatchets formed a meat grinder around the Bad Omen Hunter, making it difficult for the three of them to get close.

"I'll go, little Rattan," Patch exclaimed.

"Were you present during the Latarn Ceremony?" Tragus asked.

"Not here," Patch said, "I faced him alone."

"Awesome." Tragus exclaimed.

Patch showed an inscrutable smile, not revealing at all that he had gone to the sand dunes to steal the armor and ran away when he saw Latane.

Tragus said: "Then do you have a way to deal with this guy?"

"Isn't it just a propeller? Look at me breaking it." Patch made bold words and completed the tactics in a few words.
To be continued...