Vol 2 Chapter 382: Betrayers are emerging

"No, thank you for your kindness, but we will solve the matter of hunting demon hunters by ourselves." Xu Yichen smiled: "We Seris people have a saying that we should seize the day. This is one of the sources of our progress. The solution will never be left until tomorrow."
Seeing the other's firm gaze, Legles knew that he could not persuade the young cub to give up his ideas, so he had to say: "Your teacher must not want you to waste your life here. I hope you can think about me again. Proposal!"
At this moment, Alix, who was covered in mud and looked a little embarrassed, walked over, looked at the elf knight and said to Xu Yichen: "I have set a trap on our way according to your request, and your blood has also been placed. Okay, are you sure someone will find the traces we left?"
　　 The human ranger asked with some doubts: "The elves specially cleaned up the traces left by us. I checked it. Very professional!"
"Our guests are very professional and have their own way. Don't worry. If no one finds it, it will be better for us." The demon hunter cleaned up the residue left by the food: "You don't need to worry about the rest. Yes, follow the druid on the road, don’t lose your life."
　　 Compared to the post-war ease of the demon hunter, the three druids who returned early were in trouble.
　　 "We must act separately." An old-looking druid apprentice made up his mind: "Otherwise we won't have a chance to escape! We must send out the situation here!"
　　 The other two younger apprentices, despite being very nervous, still obeyed the arrangements of the elderly and quickly divided the supplies they carried.
"Sorry, if you run away separately, it will make me a little annoyed." A viper-like voice sounded in the black forest: "Let's make things simpler. You cooperate with me, and I also control my impulse. ."
"In this case, I can give you a decent way to die." A young man dressed in a black samurai robe, hooded and painted with red and black oil on his face, walked out from behind a tree: "I declare in advance, I can’t control my emotions lately, maybe the methods are a bit intense, but...
　　 The black and red oil paint patterns became a bit distorted in the man's smile, the eyes under the hood were shining red, and the shark-like sharp teeth showed his ferociousness to several druid apprentices along with the smile.
　　 "That's more interesting, isn't it?" As the voice fell, the black-robed man had appeared behind one of the druid apprentices, and tore off one of the other's arms with one hand.
　　 The young apprentice who was torn off an arm hadn't realized that he had lost a part of his body. Instead, another apprentice next to him was sprayed with blood on his face and screamed loudly.
　　 "Hahaha, run!" The black-robed man didn't know why he stood still and didn't continue his attack. Instead, he laughed loudly: "Run, chickens!"
　　The druid who seemed to be the oldest, waved the stick in his hand, and a moon-white flame shot out from the tip of the stick. At the same time, he yelled: "Run! I'll hold him!"
The blood-stained apprentice helped his injured companion and was about to run into the forest. As a result, the injured druid gritted his teeth, pushed him away, turned and ran directly into the black-robed man: "Go! I have no chance. Son of Nature will not sacrifice in vain, run!"
　　 The druid with a broken arm swallowed a few brown fruits, and the bleeding was quickly stopped at the broken arm. At the same time, some small plant germs grew out of the wound.
　　 The black-robed man looked at the three apprentice druids so quietly, he didn't mean to stop them at all, and he was totally different from what he had said earlier.
　　 The oldest apprentice druid didn't waste time, turned around and ran in the other direction.
　　, who is almost already a formal druid, knows that his teacher has entered the Black Forest with a mortal mentality this time.
　　 Inside the Circle of Shepherd Trees, not everyone is like his teacher, talking about chaos and changing their fascination. Master Gast’s hometown has long ago become a chaotic pollution area.
As a young druid organization, the Tree of Herd has been active in the Black Forest in the northern part of the Far South Continent. Many new-generation druids did not realize the threat of chaos and their speed. It is unprecedented.
　　 The older apprentice didn't look back at his companion. He blessed all the buffing spells he had learned on his body, and the black trees on both sides kept swept back.
　　 He didn't know how long he had been running, but the constant pain from his lungs told him that he could no longer run at such a high speed.
　　The druid intends to stop and summon his animal companion. Although in this environment, it is a kind of harm to his animal companion, he has no other way.
　　 However, in the next second, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and his whole body suddenly flew into the air, his eyes continuously rotating in the air, he waved his arms trying to grasp something, and then he saw his lower body lying weakly on the ground.
　　 A slender and sharp rope, tied between two tree trunks ~EbookFREE.me~ is dripping with blood drops.
　　 A man in a black robe caught the druid in midair with only half of his body, and the organ in his chest fell to his feet with a thud.
　　 The man in the black robe took a step back in disgust. Before the druid lost his life, he saw the cat-eye-like vertical pupil of the other party.
　　 "Devil hunting..." The dead druid still had a touch of surprise on his face, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.
　　 "Devil hunter!" The black-robed man helped him to finish the sentence: "Yes, I am a demon hunter. Even though I am still an apprentice, I don't think I will have a chance to become a regular one again."
　　 The man with his hood removed, his face full of oil, looks more vivid under the nourishment of blood, and the two slightly raised sharp corners on his forehead prove that he is no longer of human blood at this time.
　　 A necklace that looks like a cat's head is hung on the opponent's neck. Following the movements of the man in the black robe, it vibrates constantly, as if to remind his owner that there is a chaotic atmosphere nearby.
　　The black robe man has ten fingers with sharp nails like a knife, and a sword-like weapon is hung from his waist. It is wrapped in black cloth tightly, and it seems that the owner has no intention of using it.
　　Druid Gast, a gray-robed man in the depths of the Black Forest, suddenly sighed. In his pocket, three orchids withered almost at the same time.
　　
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