"Boom!"

　　 Roger was extremely fast, but he rushed to the old man in the blink of an eye and kicked the murloc on the shoulder.

　　 The blue figure whirled around and flew out, because of the sudden incident, this foot Roger added a lot more force than just now.

　　 But after the figure landed, it bounced up quickly and rushed up again.

　　 嗤嗤!

　　 A sharp harpoon pierced from both sides, blood splashed, and pierced the violent murloc. The old man waved his hand tiredly.

　　 "Dispose of it."

　　噗通

　　 A murloc in rags suddenly fell to her knees, opened her mouth and whimpered and said something.

　　 But the old man just shook his head.

　　 "You know, he has become a monster, not your husband anymore..."

　　 "Are there few similar tragedies in the village?"

　　 Roger and Henrik looked at the scene before them, and they felt that the gap between themselves and the surrounding villagers was so obvious.

　　 That is the gap between species.

"Let's go."

　　 Roger retracted his weapon and left the village with Henrik.

　　 "What is going on? If what the old man said is true..."

　　 Henrik walked to the top of a hill and looked around.

　　 "Is there another Crescent City here?"

　　 "Is there a reason that woman stayed in the cave?" He thought of the two corners in his pocket.

　　 The black one is filled with unknown energy, but the white one seems to be squeezed dry.

　　 "If the energy in it is still there, that woman is probably on the verge of promotion, no matter how strong she is, she will be stronger than she is now."

　　 Just then, Roger suddenly thought of something, and he beckoned to Henrik.

"follow me!"

　　 The two of them made a big circle outside, then followed the fishing village to the forest and followed the route in memory. After a while, Roger came to a dark and narrow cave.

　　 A light beam on the top of his head shot down from above, leaving a bright spot under the cave.

　　 "Sure enough..."

　　 Roger felt that the layout of the village was very familiar from the beginning. At this time, when he saw the same cave, his surprise was deeper.

　　 "How can there be two identical villages?"

　　 "The people in the village are completely different."

　　 Roger did not explain anything, but left the cave with Henrik and followed the road all the way north.

　　 Along the way, they passed several villages, but every village had its door closed, and there was no living person in sight. Even the monsters in the wilderness were very rare.

　　 It is obviously daytime, but it makes people feel very depressed, and the air is filled with the breath of disaster.

　　 Even if there is no transportation, the speed of the two is very fast, and by the evening, they have already arrived at Crescent City.

　　 "This is Crescent City?"

　　 Henrik opened his eyes wide.

　　 Although they have not yet entered the city, the whole city seems to be dead. The gates are closed, and there are a few demon hunters who wear the same clothes as them.

　　 The arrival of the two quickly attracted the attention of several people at the door, but seeing the clothes on their bodies, the expressions on their faces immediately relaxed a little.

　　 "Did you go out on a mission?"

A middle-aged man led by 　　 asked in a deep voice.

　　 Roger nodded.

　　 "A corpse appeared in a village. Let's investigate together. It is a vampire and has been cleaned up."

　　 After he finished speaking, he casually pointed to the trophy he was carrying.

　　 "What happened in the city?"

　　 asked Henrik on the side.

　　 "What else can I do?" The middle-aged man in the lead sighed.

　　 "The situation is almost out of control."

　　 "If this continues, I am afraid that it will lead to a catastrophe. President Araham has issued an emergency recruitment order, and almost all the hunters in Bordeaux have been in place."

　　 "If the residents of the city become monsters..."

　　 "The real world will definitely be affected. The reality will affect the Cursed Land, and when the situation is bad enough to a certain extent, the effects of the Cursed Land will also be fed back to reality."

　　 "Araham?!"

　　 Henrik's face changed suddenly, "Isn't President Araham already..."

　　 "But he soon realized something."

　　 "I haven't gone back to it for a long time."

　　 Henrik sighed, and he turned to look at another demon hunter.

　　 "Did something big happen to it recently?"

　　 The man glanced at Henrik, and even though he was a little strange, he replied, "Big thing?"

　　 "Everything is normal in reality, but I heard that a hurricane named Katrina is likely to hit Bordeaux..."

　　 Even Roger's face changed abruptly. He gave Henrik a wink and was even more surprised when he saw the affirmation in his eyes.

　　The middle-aged man in the lead interrupted the conversation between several people. They randomly checked the badges carried by the two Rogers and ordered the others to open the door and let them in.

　　As soon as he entered the door and after walking a certain distance forward, he noticed that there were no other people around, and Roger couldn't help but ask: "Hurricane Katrina..."

　　 "Isn't this the catastrophic event that you and I mentioned more than 30 years ago when a powerful son came to Bordeaux?"

　　 Henrik nodded.

　　 "That's it!"

　　He glanced at Roger, "And the one in charge of the Hunter Guild was President Araham!"

　　 "In other words, we are now standing in Crescent City thirty years ago?!"

　　 Henrik nodded.

　　 "I'm afraid this is the case."

　　 "No, it's not right!"

　　 Roger shook his head, "It's not just that."

　　 The two looked at each other and said in unison, "There is also the Demon Hunter."

　　 If it was just the New Moon City 30 years ago, then there could be no other Demon Hunters here. What they are now in is not a cursed space that is distorted or copied.

　　 is time.

Or……

　　 Roger had a strange idea in his mind.

The two were communicating. Suddenly, a few figures wrapped in black cloth rushed out of the alley next to them. All of them were enveloped, and they rushed past Roger and two quickly~lightnovelpub.net~Straight Run to the far door.

　　 "Stop!"

　　 "Don't come closer!"

　　 There was a cold drink behind him, Roger turned his head, and the demon hunter who had just sent them in clenched the hatchet in his hand.

　　 can listen to his words, instead of slowing down the speed of the few running figures, they hunched back and their speed increased again.

　　 "I said, stop!"

　　 "Boom!"

　　 There was a gunshot, and the middle-aged man who had taken the lead did not hesitate to pull the trigger, and the figure in the front fell over.

　　 But his counterattack aroused the fierceness of other people.

　　 With a roar of the beast, the people behind tore off the black cloth on their bodies, revealing a strong body covered with thick hair!

　　 A few people straightened their backs, and there were a few crisp noises from their bodies. Their height was two meters away, their noses and mouths protruding forward, looking like a crazy wild dog.

　　 "Come and help!"

　　 the middle-aged man shouted.

　　 Before Roger could make a move, several figures not far away gathered energy, their fingertips popped sharp nails, and rushed towards him with a roar.

　　

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