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"Are you going to pretend to be an ordinary blacksmith here until you die of old age?"

boom.

Lev slapped the iron felt violently, charged forward with agility that didn't match his size, picked up the man in front of him with one hand, restrained his growl, and said slowly: "Say it again! "

The ferocious-looking man in front of him raised his hands and said with a piercing smile, "Calm down."

"It's been so many years."

"You are still so irritable!"

boom.

Lev threw the man down casually, took a sip from a bottle of wine and said, "You are sending yourself to death!"

"What? Are you afraid of death?" The man's face looked like a ghost under the firelight, and he said with a strange smile: "Lev, who killed a griffin with his bare hands back then, will also be afraid of death one day?"

bang.

Lev picked up the hammer and hit it hard, and said in a deep voice: "Old poisonous snake. Are you looking for death?"

Jie Jie.

The ferocious man smiled bitterly, glanced at Lev in front of him, then turned and left, a hoarse voice came from a distance: "I have brought the words."

"We respect your choice."

"The bear may have lost his fighting spirit, but the viper will never forget the hatred!"

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Chapter 44 The Returning Demon Hunter [Add more updates for the leader dragon battle in the wild! 】

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The firelight reflected Lev's uncertain face.

He silently watched the emaciated man go away, then took a deep breath from the dwarf pipe.

boom.

The heavy door was shut.

Lev picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then kicked his bed board open. Under the messy bed board was a locked box, beside it was a heavy steel sword, a crossed silver sword, and a crossbow .

sonorous.

Lev picked up the steel sword and pulled it out. The blade is still sharp, and it can be seen that it has been maintained frequently.

This steel sword is different from the steel sword used by the demon hunters that Su Ziyu has seen before. The demon hunters of the Xiong School all use two-handed heavy swords with one hand, while others need two hands to wield two-handed swords Quite easy for them, witchers of this school are warriors of incredible strength.

The cold light of the blade reflected Lev's face, and he wiped his weapon with sword oil in silence.

bang.

Lev put down the steel sword in his hand and opened the locked box. Inside was a set of very heavy armor. Among the demon hunters, only those from the Bear School would be equipped with this kind of heavy armor. They used to rely on a solid heavy armor Faced with countless monsters.

The bear school is characterized by strength and endurance, and their genetic mutations make them stronger and more powerful.

"Bears never lose their will," Lev murmured.

He reached out and took out this set of armor weighing nearly fifteen kilograms.

Lev put this set of armor on his body one by one, then inserted the two swords into the back, and put the crossbow on his waist.Among the schools of demon hunters, only the bear school and the viper school often use bows and crossbows, and most of the demon hunters from other schools specialize in swordsmanship.

The furnishings in the entire blacksmith shop are very simple.

Lev took out a money bag from under the bed, and then carefully opened a completely sealed box, which contained a small bottle of alchemy potion.

When he came out of the blacksmith shop.

The originally decadent and depressed old blacksmith had turned into a fierce and vicious witcher. He took a last look at his blacksmith shop, took out the key and walked to the only hotel in the town.

Lev pushed the door open and stepped inside.

He saw the shocked faces of many people, and some whispered: "Witcher!..."

"I knew it a long time ago!... You still don't believe it!..."

"He must be a demon hunter!...No ordinary person can kill a black bear with bare hands!..."

There was a trace of fear and curiosity in people's eyes, because there were very few demon hunters in this area.The demon hunters of the bear school are gradually being forgotten by people, because they were the first school of demon hunters to be purged.

"I want your horse." Lev walked over and said in a deep voice.

The innkeeper is a middle-aged man with a beard. He seemed to know Lev's identity and said without hesitation, "Okay. I'll take you there."

"No need." Lev picked up a jug from the table, then threw the key to the blacksmith shop and said, "The blacksmith shop belongs to you!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at the others with the jug in his hand, then turned and left.

Demon hunters usually don't have any means of making a living. The training they receive is to deal with monsters. The thing they are best at in their lives is fighting and killing. Many demon hunters end up in poverty because they have no other means of making money.In the end, some people began to take the risk and give up the creed of the witcher to secretly accept the commission of killing.

These are forced out of life.

Lev is one of the last remaining bear school witchers in this world.

The reason why he opened a blacksmith shop was very simple. The demon hunters of the Bear school had a big appetite, and their equipment was seriously worn out. The money they earned was gradually not enough for their expenses. He simply picked up a hammer and learned how to repair armor weapons.

A sound of hooves gradually faded away.

The people in the inn were still talking about why a witcher would live incognito in their town.

Some say it's because they're tired of killing, some say it's rejection from people, others say they're just tired and want a break...

Along the road outside the town.

The man with a hideous face was waiting quietly on a war horse. When he saw Lev in full armor, the man with scars on his face grinned.

"Bears never lose their will!" Lev repeated, staring at him.

"I'm sorry! Brother!" The grim-faced man said seriously: "Yes. Bears will never lose their fighting spirit!"