Grandmaster Hunter of Age of Mythology

Priss walked carefully to the bottom of the tree and carefully observed the traces that Kashin had climbed. He concentrated his energy and tried to use his keen senses to find the opponent's traces, but found nothing.

I was secretly annoyed, realizing that I had fallen into the enemy's carefully designed trap again, and I couldn't help but sigh that I was once again fooled by the cunning opponent. At this moment, that hateful guy might be hiding in a hidden corner, watching all this coldly!

At this moment, Kashin used his profound meditation to perfectly conceal the murderous aura deep in his heart. He seemed to have merged with the surrounding nature, and his state of mind became extremely peaceful and tranquil.

At the same time, a strong spiritual force enveloped his entire body like an invisible shield, allowing him to easily avoid the opponent's radar-like reconnaissance methods...

Just when Priss was furious and gritting his teeth, anger would make people slow to react, and this was the only moment when Kashin jumped down from the high branch like a ghost at lightning speed.

With the force of thunder, he raised the extremely sharp armor-piercing axe in his hand and launched a full-strength attack towards Priss below! ~

Poor Priss, despite his extraordinary swift reaction speed, still failed to escape Kashin's sudden and fatal attack. Under Kashin's continuous and violent attacks, Priss was finally forced to the front.

With two dull thumping sounds, the double axes in Kashin's hands smashed hard on Priss's head one after another. Blood splattered everywhere, and Priss's head exploded like a ripe watermelon. The horrific scene was horrifying.

Before the other frightened companions could come to their senses, Kashin turned around and ran towards the depths of the dense jungle... Everyone watched helplessly as the "devil" was hit by three arrows in the back.

"He is injured, don't let him go."

The assassins did not hesitate at all, and they all rushed forward to catch up. However, Kashin, with his agile skills and familiarity with the terrain, repeatedly escaped danger and narrowly avoided the accurate shots from the sharpshooters.

I decisively activated the dense fog array that came with the cloth armor, and instantly there was a faint fog around me, obstructing the enemy's vision...

The assassins forgot about the traps in the forest, and two of them accidentally stepped on the steel wire in the grass. The powerful inertia of their feet caused the steel wire to easily cut through their leather boots and severed their leg muscles. They also lost control of their bodies and fell flat on their faces, causing them to scream in agony.

Such a simple trap crippled one leg of the two assassins, rendering them unable to move, so they once again dared not run at full speed and immediately went to rescue their injured companions.

The church masters' hatred for Kashin increased. Although the two assassins were not in danger of life, they had injured their legs and could not escape at all.

The wounded were carefully carried to hide behind a tree. The prophet hurried over to check on their injuries. "Although you two are not seriously injured, being injured in this situation is dangerous. You should heal your wounds and relieve the pain first! Although severed muscles can be restored by divine magic, you will need to stay in bed for a month..."

"My Lord Prophet, if that's the case, then I have been sentenced to death, right? Well, there is no need to waste your precious divine power. Even if I am cured, I cannot leave this place. No one dares to carry me down the mountain. The devil's conspiracy is far beyond my understanding! I choose to be a martyr and return to heaven as soon as possible..."

The prophet opened his mouth, but found it difficult to speak. He said ashamedly: "Priss was plotted against by the devil, and there is really no good way to kill him this time. What you said is very true, and your act of martyrdom is extremely noble. The Lord will be proud of you, brave and fearless child..."

"Please, Lord Prophet, sing a hymn of praise to me. I will be martyred in the joyful singing..."

The assassin resolutely chose to end his life by suicide, and the prophet priest could not help but feel lonely and sad. In the joyful singing of the prophet, the two assassins withered like fallen leaves.

At this time, the silver wolf bit the arrow shaft and pulled it out for its master. The heart-wrenching pain was unimaginable. Kashin took painkillers and still fell into a coma.

Fortunately, no one dared to catch up, so they could only slowly explore the terrain. After the master fainted, the Silver Wolf continued to pull out the arrow with tears in his eyes. He completed the instructions he received without fail.

Three pieces of flesh were torn off from the back, and black blood gushed out like a fountain.

Before drawing the sword, Kashin stuffed his mouth with gauze and wrapped several bandages around his mouth to prevent himself from making any sound. This was an act of agony like purgatory.

After falling into a coma, the breathing and meditation methods started to work instinctively, the body started to save itself, the mental power was injected into the wound, and the antidote was taking effect...

Kashin fell into a dissociative state, and unexpectedly saw his parents who died of the plague. They had not changed at all, they were young and simple, looking at Kashin with love and surprise...

The black blood was discharged from the body, and a lot of fresh blood also flowed. The Silver Wolf was anxious and restless, and could only guard his master. He could feel that his master's life signs were very fragile at the moment.

The prophet smelled the strong smell of blood. He took a few pills and cast a spell. He vaguely saw the demon lying in a pool of blood. The arrow had been pulled out...

The prophet was indecisive at this moment. Could this be a conspiracy of the devil? Was he trying to lure them to death again?

After summoning all the assassins, the prophet said solemnly: "Alas! We suffered heavy losses in this operation. Now only you twelve brave and fearless warriors are left in the world! The abominable demon is already seriously injured, but it should not be underestimated. When you rush forward together later, be sure to pay attention to its mount. The victory or failure of this battle depends on this one!"

One of the assassins stepped forward and shouted passionately: "My Lord Prophet, please rest assured! I am willing to sacrifice my life for the cause. Rather than waiting to be killed or surrendered, I would rather fight to the end!"

Then another person echoed, "That's right, this demon has committed many evil deeds and has a huge debt of blood. Today is the day for him to receive his retribution. I will fight him to the death!"

The morale of the twelve assassins was instantly boosted after being inspired. With the firm belief of facing death head-on, they prepared to face this life-and-death battle.

The prophet calmly analyzed the situation and said, "As far as I know, the enemy has been seriously injured. This battle will be much easier. But everyone must not be careless, so as not to fall into the enemy's trap." After that, he signaled the two archery masters to retreat to a safe area, just in case. After all, for such an important person, his own safety is of vital importance, and he must not take risks lightly...

The twelve assassins began to move forward cautiously, taking every step with extreme caution. Despite their caution, one of the unfortunate ones stepped on a sharp spike trap hidden underground, and immediately let out a horrible wail...

The rest of the people were shocked when they saw this, but they could only bite the bullet and continue to move forward slowly. Fortunately, the rest of the journey was relatively smooth, with only occasional steel wire traps used to trip people. Fortunately, no casualties were caused, which made them secretly feel lucky to have escaped. However, at the same time, they also deeply realized that the demon was indeed insidious and cunning, and his methods were extremely cruel.