Hunter is an extremely demanding profession.

Don't underestimate those hunters who are mostly ordinary people who are busy making a living. They have honed some amazing skills in order to survive.

Silently tracking the prey's tracks is just a basic skill. Finding the remaining hair and feces around to judge the status of the prey is a compulsory course.

The more powerful prey you hunt, the more patience you need. Excellent opportunities often only happen in an instant. If you want to succeed, you must be in a complete state to welcome that moment.

Therefore, "patience" is the first lesson for every hunter.

The young man has always been patient, but he does not consider himself a qualified hunter. After all, he has never been exposed to any professional hunters. All his experience in the wild came from a "survival test" arranged by an organization two years ago:

A total of thirty children about the same age as himself were abandoned in an uninhabited forest full of wild beasts and poisonous insects. The equipment they received was only a knife and two flints for igniting fire. Then he and the desperate children went to the place called

After ten days of being in this hellish place with no response, only ten of them were finally brought back alive, and he was one of the lucky "one-third".

The forest was a familiar place to him, and he knew very well what kind of murderous intent was hidden in the tranquility of the forest.

On the premise that you will not become food, joining the ranks of predators in the forest is the basis for survival in the forest.

Hunters are a group of people who are well versed in the laws of the jungle. They choose prey that suits them through experience and know how to avoid powerful beasts, becoming predators in the forest.

But the boy didn't like "hunters". He didn't like this group of people who kept killing in order to survive.

Although he is not "constantly killing for survival", doing so does not mean he "likes it".

In fact, before he came to this world, he was a sentimental "pacifist". He hated killing animals and would even carefully send ants that crawled into his trouser legs back to a safe place in the ground.

Although he has grabbed a butcher's knife in order to survive in this cruel world, he has never had any fondness for violence.

But now he has to admit one thing - he has to be a hunter this time.

But he is not hunting for money, nor is he hunting for the pleasure of killing, he is just hunting for the sake of hunting.

After more than half an hour of chasing, he finally caught up. Now in front of him were the group of wolf-headed men, among which the tall one-eyed wolf was particularly conspicuous.

The young man understood that he must be careful now, as if he was discovered in advance, he would be dead. These wolf-headed warriors were very cautious, and any slight movement from behind would attract their attention. Creeping forward is the safest way to travel now, even though it is a bit hard, it is not a problem.

A matter of method.

Now he is wearing turf, with a white cloth covered with dirt on his head, and his crawling movements are light and swift.

Fifty steps is the optimal distance. This distance allows him to observe the specific situation of this team of wolf-headed men, and at the same time it is outside the range of the wolf-headed man's perception. However, the wolf-headed man marches very fast, even though there are fifty wolf-headed men.

He was also faster than an ordinary human team marching lightly. Fortunately, the wolf-headed people did not march in a hurry, otherwise he would have completely given up the idea of ​​tracking.

Although these wolf-headed men were just marching normally, as long as the boy relaxed a little, the distance would be widened.

In order to keep up with the speed of these wolf-headed men, he had to move faster, which also meant that he had to increase the pressure on his body.

Although the arms and knees had been wrapped with thick cloth before moving, after a long period of friction, these cloths had been worn out. After these simple protective measures failed, the pain in the hands and feet gradually became worse.

Got to be obvious.

The boy could feel that there were blood blisters on his elbows, and his knees were basically numb. Of course, the boy was already used to this level of pain, so it naturally wouldn't cause much trouble to him.

The marching wolf-headed men maintain a strong sense of vigilance. It is extremely difficult to sneak in silently. Moreover, the target alpha wolf is protected by the pack of wolves and has no chance to make a move.

If these wolf-headed men kept moving forward, he might not be able to keep tracking. After all, the boy's physical fitness was not outstanding. If he was exhausted just keeping up with these wolf-headed men, how could he continue with the next action?

But if he can't wait until the time comes, it can be said to be asking for death. Only when the team stops can he find the opportunity.

Wolf-headed people will also get tired. When they are tired, they will rest. When they rest, they will relax their vigilance and the people will disperse.

When that time comes, you will have to find the opportunity to give the wolf a fatal blow.

For the sake of Heimer and Zeref, he had to persevere no matter what, no matter what!

The original plan was to keep a distance of fifty steps, but due to his gradually weakening physical strength, the young man could only let the distance gradually widen.

Snowflakes were still falling in the sky, but the boy didn't feel the chill at all now. The sweat from his forehead condensed on his eyelashes, making it almost impossible for him to see the backs of the wolf-headed men. When he wiped the sweat off his face, he discovered that

Those wolf-headed men actually completely disappeared from sight.

"Damn it, where did those beasts go?"

After discovering that he could not see the shadow of the group of wolf-headed men, the young man realized that he might have been left behind.

"You have to catch up quickly."

The young man stood up quickly, holding on to the ground, and then ran following the footprints of the wolf-headed men on the road.

The injuries and tired body made his steps weak. Perhaps it was for this reason that he began to hesitate:

In fact... maybe quitting when faced with difficulties is a wise choice.

Just like this, he pretended that he had really lost track of these wolf-headed men, and then returned dejectedly to the two sisters who were still waiting for him to return.

He can pretend that he has tried his best, and he seems to feel at ease.

Why bother looking for trouble? Give up early and embark on a new journey early.

But the young man was not persuaded. He gritted his teeth and shook his head hard, throwing all these strange thoughts behind his mind, and his steps became a little firmer.

Before the young man had taken a few steps forward, he suddenly covered his burning forehead with both hands. The pain in his head made him kneel on the ground with his knees weak.

The young man felt like he had a splitting headache. The strange black ball given by the tree marten seemed to be spinning in his head, and then hit his forehead from the inside again and again, as if it was trying to get out of his brain.

Damn it! What's going on?!

Those previous thoughts seemed to come from the black ball, and he could clearly feel that his spirit and thoughts were being polluted by the black ball.

This black ball must have thoughts in itself, as it seems to be persuading itself to go back.

"Now that you are in my body, I am the host and you are the guest. I decide my affairs. You go aside and stay there!"

The young man roared in his mind, and he found that his roar had an effect. The pain in his head immediately disappeared a lot, and those decadent thoughts gradually disappeared.

It seems that Black Ball really stayed there as he said.

But why does that black ball come out to hinder his progress now?

The young man believed that everything "happens for a reason." The black ball would suddenly send out a warning, no matter what its purpose was, indicating that something extremely bad would happen ahead.

When the boy continued to run a few steps, he knew the answer.

Those wolf-headed men were actually in front and not far away.

However, they were not resting when they stopped. These werewolf-headed warriors who were armed to the teeth were holding weapons and lying quietly in the jungle one by one. No wonder the boy could not find them before.

And they are waiting patiently...
Chapter completed!