Grandmaster Hunter of Age of Mythology

Kashin and Silver Wolf spent a peaceful night under a big tree outside the quiet village. After a good rest, they both looked energetic and full of vitality.

Especially the silver wolf, it can be called a veteran who has experienced many battles and has accumulated rich experience after this fierce battle.

Its fighting style is unique, it is as flexible and agile as lightning, able to quickly avoid enemy attacks and deliver deadly counterattacks;

His moves are insidious and vicious, often catching his opponents off guard; they also have amazing power, and once he launches an attack, it is like an overwhelming force that is difficult to resist.

When the first rays of sunlight in the morning shone on Kashin's face, he slowly woke up. After a simple wash, Kashin began to enjoy breakfast.

However, this seemingly ordinary process of cooking, hygiene and eating actually took a lot of time.

When everything was over, Kashin slowly stood up, his eyes fell on the tattered alchemical leather armor on his body, and he couldn't help but sigh softly:

"Alas, a full 230,000 magic coins were gone just like that. But fortunately, I managed to save my life." As he said this, he shook his head helplessly.

At the same time, the outer leather part of the equally precious mithril silk inner armor was also severely damaged and could hardly provide effective protection.

Kashin knew that it would be very dangerous to continue to adventure wearing such equipment, so he took off the entire set of equipment without hesitation and prepared to put on new armor to make himself feel more at ease.

He carefully put away the worn alchemical leather armor and put it away properly.

Then he checked the items in the bag, and after confirming that they were correct, he turned to look at the silver wolf who had already had a full meal and was lying lazily beside him.

At this time, the silver wolf had just finished eating a corpse, its belly was round and it looked very satisfied.

It lay lazily on the ground, licking its mouth from time to time, as if it was still savoring the delicious food it had just tasted.

Seeing that Kashin was ready, the silver wolf immediately stood up, perked up, his hair stood up, his eyes full of determination, and he was ready to set off.

The baby cried again, and Kashin had to feed her again before leaving. The baby's cry was particularly harsh in the silent environment, and Kashin gently put the food into her mouth, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness in his eyes.

All powerful people are most likely to die young, which is what is meant by "God is jealous of talented people".

This old proverb has been repeatedly verified throughout history. Many talented and powerful people often encounter unexpected setbacks and blows on their glorious road.

Kashin suffered from plague in his childhood, which made him an orphan without remembering his parents' faces. His grandfather adopted him. In that dark period, the disease was rampant and countless families were broken apart.

The baby girl was less than 100 days old, and she survived because of the kindness of the Kashentu village. She was one of the few lucky ones in that brutal massacre.

When Kashin was mad with murderous intent, he killed everyone with his sword, not caring about the old and the weak. But he couldn't bear to hurt the baby girl. Instead, he took good care of her, perhaps because he saw his past self.

That helpless look made Kashin feel a trace of pity deep in his heart.

The little baby girl faces a test of virtue - if Kashen survives her return, she will be worthy of living.

If she survived and became Tan Aili's daughter, it would be the lowest life she could live in, with fine clothes and delicious food. This was a good fortune given to her by fate, and she could not defy fate.

Kashin tracked the fleeing white-robed priests, and could clearly see the traces of their movement.

Along the way, Kashin saw everything. And An Qi was following the white-robed priests all the time. If they caught up with them, they would be able to communicate with An Qi telepathically, and they would not be able to escape.

The silver wolf ran wildly along the post road following the scent, raising clouds of dust. After traveling about 20 miles, it discovered that they had actually entered the mountains.

It seems that the white-robed priests dare not stay in mountain villages casually, so as not to implicate innocent people. In this chaotic world, everyone is paying the price for their own survival and choices.

When entering the mountains, you can find traces of picked leaves, which shows that they ran desperately with strong will. These traces bear witness to their embarrassment and despair.

At noon, Kashen finally sensed Anqi's trace, which meant that he was close to the trace of the white-robed priest. The sun shone through the gaps between the leaves and illuminated the road ahead for Kashen.

Kashin had almost died at the hands of the white-robed prophet priest last time, so he had an obsession. The white-robed priest was the highest commander of the army, good at leading troops in battle, and it was he who led the army to conquer the Kuik Province.

His military talent and leadership charisma were fully demonstrated on the battlefield.

Kashin learned from the interrogating knight that the white-robed priest was indeed a good man, so he would not let him live at any cost.

Every white-robed priest is a rare talent in the church, and his status is second only to that of the cardinal. Kashen has tortured many knights, but they still know nothing about his divine skills.

Since no one has ever seen him use magic, the best strategy is to deal with him with caution.

Facing unknown adversaries, caution is the key to survival.

From a psychological point of view, Kashin's obsession with the white-robed priest reflects his inner resentment and desire for revenge.

Angel soon observed clearly that there were about forty people who were paladins, and their cultivation must be above high level. They were now eating wild fruits, their morale was low, and they no longer cared about etiquette.

"You have already fallen to the point where you have to eat grass to fill your stomach. I guess you don't have much energy left to fight me! Haha, you can only blame your bad luck for running into me here. In that case, don't even think about escaping easily..."

Kashin kept muttering to himself, with a glimmer of cunning and cruelty in his eyes.

However, Kashin did not rush to take action at this time, but chose to follow them from a distance.

After all, he wanted to kill the powerful white-robed priest with one strike to ensure that there would be no mistakes. As for the other insignificant people, he didn't care at all.

In fact, at this moment, the white-robed priest was relying on divine magic to bless everyone with strength, and he barely managed to hold on until now. Just last night, they encountered a sudden mysterious hunt, and in panic, they desperately ran away for a whole night, and they couldn't even get a moment of good sleep.

They didn't dare to stop and rest all night, and could only stop for a while every two hours to see if they had successfully gotten rid of the mysterious hunter. It was only at this moment that they felt a little safer.

Of the three thousand people who originally followed this white-robed priest, only less than one hundred and fifty are left alive.

In several previous encounters, they were all beaten by Kashin without any chance to fight back and could not even raise their heads.

Therefore, in terms of morale, the White Robe Priests were already at an absolute disadvantage, and even developed a deep fear of the White Robe Priests and Kashen from the bottom of their hearts.

The team left behind would definitely be in great danger. More than a thousand people were left behind last night, and no enemy was found chasing them so far, which made the white-robed priest relax a little.

If the mysterious man was redeemed by divine magic under siege, well done, well done! He should reflect on his actions in hell...