"Boom~"
There was a roar not far away, accompanied by the shouts of people and the roar of demons.
Mo Yingge frowned. To be honest, she didn't want to bump into others, especially in this wild place.
You know, sometimes the human heart is more terrifying than the devil!
The reputation of these hunters is quite bad, especially if they are not registered "wild" hunters in the Hunter Alliance, there really is no lower limit.
Cheating, stealing, robbing, poisoning, trickery and traps...it doesn't matter what method you use to deal with the monsters, they will even praise you for your cleverness and wit.
However, when these methods are used on people... they can only be said to be a group of scum.
Those wild hunters are like hyenas that smell money, crazy and unscrupulous, and they are also the talons that noble families like to drive most.
The words were far away, and the camera turned back.
Mo Yingge put his finger lightly against his lips, thought for a moment, and decided to go and take a look.
After all, don’t you feel a little itchy if you don’t go and take a look?
Could it be that the people on the other side are really those social scum? Impossible, is our luck so bad?
"Boss, if we kill this warrior-level red-striped demon pig, we will really make a fortune!" A yellow-haired man shouted happily.
"Yes, boss, this red-striped demon pig got injured all over his body for some reason. His legs were almost lame. He even fell into a pit on his own. He didn't expect to be hit by us, hahaha!" Another little green guy said. Mao also laughed and said: "It's so spicy. It scared me to death at first. I didn't expect it to be a parallel import, so I just screamed!"
He said and smashed a stone.
"Yeah, yeah..." A group of people agreed.
These people can still use some magic, and occasionally throw it into the pit, but the main thing is to wait for the demon pig to run out of blood and die.
"Tch! What does it mean to be lucky? It's obvious that my magic is superb. When a warrior-level magic pig sees it, he will pay homage to it!" A guy with a slicked back hair also said shamelessly. It was obvious that this guy belonged to a group of people. The boss.
Sure enough, they are birds of a feather.
The magic master didn't realize it, but his face was thicker than the city wall, and even the ultra-level light slash couldn't penetrate it.
"Yes, yes, the boss is wise, powerful, and has superb magic. He is invincible!" A younger brother immediately boasted.
"Everywhere, brothers have also put in a lot of effort, and their magic skills have improved a lot!" Da Beitou pressed his hands flat, not forgetting to give each other a blow.
They said they were a hunter group, but they were actually a group of poor magic students who were "dissuaded" from the magic high school.
If you get an opportunity but don't know it, you will waste your time, and in the end you can only pack up and leave.
Magic practice requires qualifications and even more resources!
But if you don’t have any ambition, you are really hopeless.
"It turns out it's this group of people..."
Mo Yingge is obviously an "old white", not a newbie who doesn't know anything.
This group of people can also be considered "famous".
Mo Yinge had heard of their names in Xuefeng Mountain Station.
Instead of hunting monsters, this group of people likes to steal and plunder.
Others finally managed to defeat them, and a large group of them came running over to grab the monsters.
Others were injured and had to go back to the inn for repairs, while they just stayed nearby to catch the autumn wind.
The list goes on and on.
However, this group of people also know that nothing must be done, and it is "incisively and vividly" reflected in them to leave a thin line in everything.
Many hunters hope that the military department of the inn can sanction them, but it is difficult for the military department to find suitable opportunities.
"Zi, you are really lucky."
Mo Yingge watched from a distance and retreated calmly. She had no interest in dealing with these scum.
But a bunch of badass junior mages think they can trap a warrior-level demon by digging a hole?
Oh, don't be ridiculous, even if the monster is seriously injured, this is not a reason for you not to hit it.
When Mo Yingge heard the demon's breathing grow louder, he knew the show was about to begin.
A group of colorful miscellaneous furs surrounded a large pit, chatting and laughing there, but little did they know that the evil beast underground had already opened its fangs.
"Ho~~"
boom! Earth and rocks were flying all over the sky, rising from the ground like a giant beast piercing the mountain, and the earth was shaking.
The bastards were unstable, some fell into pits, some were buried under rocks, and some were unlucky enough to be hit by rocks.
What a human tragedy!
Only then did Mo Yingge see clearly that it was a demon pig with red stripes wrapped around its body.
Now the red lines on its body seemed to be burning, its eyes were red, and the madness could be felt from far away in Moyingge.
"Gan Gan Gan, this pig is crazy!" Mo Yingge turned around and ran away.
She was not even proficient in mid-level magic, so she originally wanted to earn some travel money by wandering around the inn.
There was no danger in thinking, after all, why was she, a mid-level mage, afraid of a mere slave-level demon?
But now let me put the wind track first...
Slip away, slip away~
The red-striped demon pig didn't care about Mo Yingge, who was running away. It was in very poor condition and had almost lost its perception. It lay in the pit for a long time before it recovered, and managed to rush out of the pit in one breath.
It knows that it is dying, but these humans who keep falling into traps and smashing pigs are unforgivable!
I'm such a miserable old pig, but you still keep hitting me. If you want to beat me or kill me, can you please do it faster? He was about to die and you woke me up by smashing him!
That's right, the red-striped demon pig lost too much blood and its consciousness was about to disappear. As a result, it was beaten by a group of people without killing it. It suddenly regained its consciousness and breathed out again.
How do you say this?
"Huh~huh~ho~"
Da Beitou was fine. He was the furthest away from the pit and was not affected immediately. However, he saw the red-striped demon pig rushing out and paralyzed on the tree, with a smelly liquid flowing between his legs.
It was not like they had never fought demons before. They had even killed the slave-level one-eyed demon wolf, but when the warrior-level red-striped demon pig stood in front of him, he was frightened to death.
This sense of oppression...
nonsense!
If he could hear his inner voice, he would definitely curse. The one-eyed demon wolf is only one story high, while Te Miao's warrior-level demon is three stories high. How can they be on the same level?
The lines on the red-striped demon pig flicker and disappear, like a prelude to a candle that is about to go out.
Suddenly, the red light of the lines turned into real fire, and bright red flames swept across the sky.
Trampled by iron hooves, burnt by flames. The scum hunter group is completely destroyed!
"Ho~~~"
The red-striped demon pig roared for the last time and fell to the ground randomly.
A circle of dust splashed on the spot, announcing the general's death.
"Hey hey hey~ I'm so excited!"
Mo Yinge's eyes were shining. Don't ask her when she came back. Anyway, she just accepted this warrior-level magic pig.
"Uh...are they all burned?"
Looking at the hot and devastated ground, Mo Yinge found a stick and picked through it.
"Good guy, did this red-striped demon pig self-destruct? There really isn't any left."
In the end, she found the two fangs of the red-striped demon pig, which were also wrapped with red lines and could feel warm when touched.
"It's actually a foreign bone?!"
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