Chapter 200 Where Is the World with You?

Perfumers have been fighting this stubborn disease ever since the taint of bad omen first appeared.

The hardships and sufferings during this period can write countless evocative and tearful histories of struggle.

They used various methods to solve the problem and spent all their life learning, but still found nothing.

Faced with the tainted phenomenon of bad omen, the herbalists who were highly respected in the royal city were completely defeated.

Whether it is out of honor, status, prestige, or simply kindness and concern, they can only bite the bullet when faced with the son of evil omen.

To completely eliminate the evil omen, that was the oath they swore and the promise they made to the residents of the royal city.

And this kind of forced treatment, not only the patients, but also the doctors began to become more and more distorted.

So some perfumers began hunting omens, seeking physical destruction.

The Bad Omen Hunter was born.

They wear ugly old men's masks with long horns, replace their true emotions with the happy and obscene smiles on the masks, drink the fragrant medicine, destroy their own hearts, turn into ruthless killing machines, and eliminate all contamination.

"It is said to be so."

As Ami ran, she told Wuming the story of the bad omen and the perfumer.

"We are not a bad omen, are we?" Wuming ran hard, "Why are you chasing us?"

Behind the crowd, an Evil Omen Hunter wearing an Evil Omen Smiling Mask was holding a pair of large shaped hatchets, chasing after the crowd, jumping up and slashing down with both knives, jumping up, and slashing down with both knives.

Repeatedly, every time he got close to everyone, the Bad Omen Hunter would jump up high and kill Wuming and others with his jump.

Unfortunately, Wuming and the others were still running when they jumped up. Each time, they barely managed to avoid the slashes from the hatchets that were densely covered with ominous horns. They only heard whimpers and wailing sounds exploding from the back of their heads, stirring up the hair all over their bodies.

The nameless group of people followed the map, returned to the abandoned coffin, and headed north. They didn't go far before they saw the perfumer's hideout that the omens had mentioned.

But what Wuming didn't expect was that the place had turned into ruins. In addition to a few perfumers, the man-eating Miranda flower, and the ferocious existence of the Omen Hunter, he came over with a hatchet when he saw them.

Wuming said that they were here to establish a good relationship with the perfumer and they could not act rashly. They could only run away first and find a chance to explain clearly.

But they didn't stop as they ran, and everyone kept circling around a large lake. The waves of light reflected their running figures on the lake on the shore.

"Why does this man love jumping chops so much?" Wuming said, "He still has to jump chops even if he can't hit him. He must be addicted to it."

"It's a bit silly." Patch guessed, "If I hadn't jumped, I would have hit him a long time ago. The fallen perfumer will use spices and medicines to transform the body and nerves, making himself powerful and affecting the brain at the same time."

"Then we are being chased by fools?" Tragus said.

Everyone suddenly fell silent.

Wuming was the first to attack and glared at Ami:

"You are so proud, how can you bear being chased by a masked man? Why don't you turn around and kill him?"

"I am a weak woman, how can I kill him?" Ami glared at him angrily, her roar loud and clear, even overpowering the whimpers when the hatchet cut through the air behind her.

A Mei looked at the golden people who had been silent and silently running with everyone: "Golden people, is it a bad sign? Isn't this for him?"

"Your heroes haven't even moved." The Golden People spoke calmly and threw the blame away with just one sentence.

When Tragus heard this, he turned to the hunter of bad omens.

As soon as he turned around, a big hatchet struck him.

The hatchet was so powerful and heavy that it actually sent the big horn flying.

Before he could fly very far, Patch grabbed the end of the big goat horn behind his back and pulled him to the ground.

"Why are you joining in the fun? Your body has just recovered." Patch said.

"Yatan is indeed a master like a cloud..." Tragus coughed.

Patch turned to glare at Wuming: "Why don't you go? Are you afraid of him?"

"We need to build a good relationship." Wuming said.

"You still have a good relationship after everything is like this?" Patch said, "Are you a peace-loving fool? Stop doing this!"

Wuming grimaced: "Okay, I'm actually a little scared."

"Afraid?" Patch was stunned. He almost forgot to run away and was hit by the hatchet behind him.

Wuming nodded: "I'm afraid. I saw the momentum of his jumping chop, and I felt guilty and didn't want to face it."

"How could that happen?" Patch couldn't believe it. "How could you be afraid of a perfumer?"

"I don't care. I don't want to face that guy with two hatchets." Wuming refused to look back no matter what. "I have a psychological shadow. I won't fight - just run away if I can."

"Businessman, haha." Ami saw that Wuming was timid, so she still had time to laugh and taunt him.

But Ami soon realized that the two heroes she had placed high hopes on were of no use, and she suddenly felt lost.

"My hero, where is my king?" Amela sighed in a long voice.

The Bad Omen Hunter jumped and slashed again, spreading its wings in the air like a roc, and the shadow enveloped everyone.

But a cold light suddenly appeared, piercing the shadows and illuminating the sky in Ami's eyes.

Someone burst into the body of the Omen Hunter in mid-air with lightning speed, pierced him, and then knocked him backwards.

The blood-fingered hunter wearing an iron hat crossed the crowd and knocked back the ominous hunter with one blow.

Yura turned the long knife that was longer than a man sideways, swung the knife to vibrate with blood, then took a stance and pointed the tip of the knife at the Bad Omen Hunter.

"I'm here." Yura said to Wuming and others.

"Okay, I'm saved!" Wuming jumped up happily.

"Who is this strong man?" Ami asked.

"I saw the reward coming," Yura said.

"So fast?" Amy was surprised.

"Non-stop, non-stop," Yura said, "come and face the bloody finger."

Ami's eyes flashed with gold: "You are so capable, so courageous, and so kind. You are actually running in such a hurry for me. Could it be that you are the king worthy of my protection——"

"Here we come." Yura said suddenly while staring at the enemy.

The Bad Omen Hunter was pierced by Yura's long knife, but he seemed to be unharmed. His body seemed to feel no pain, and he still got up and rushed towards Yura.

The Bad Omen Hunter's knife is big and heavy, while Yura's knife is long and light. Yura takes advantage of his length and keeps making circuitous moves around the Bad Omen Hunter, constantly adding new wounds to his body.

The Bad Omen Hunter roared, seemingly unable to do anything to Yura, and his body gradually became sluggish.

Seeing the opportunity, Yura immediately rushed closer, dodged the hatchet, and raised his long knife horizontally, preparing to seal his throat with a knife.

But a flash of fire lit up the upper edge of his vision.

Seeing that something was wrong, Yura immediately lowered his head, blocked the firelight above his head with his iron hat, and retreated violently.

The Omen Hunter spit out blazing fire from his mouth, like the breath of a flying dragon, and the flames spread downwards, forcing Yura back.

"Are you okay?" Ami asked Yura with concern in a soft voice.

"It doesn't matter, I'm used to this kind of move." Yura said.

"As expected of a hero, he has rich fighting experience." Ami clenched her little fists, excited and excited, feeling sincerely happy for Yura's calmness.

"But I'm afraid there's some trouble." Yura said.

Behind the mask of the Omen Hunter, a pair of cunning eyes are revealed.

This monster-like body is obviously not holding the brain of an ordinary monster - he still has wisdom, at least the wisdom to hunt enemies.

"Let's help too." Patch said, "Three against one, how can we lose?"

Dajiao gave Patch a thumbs up and silently stepped forward.

Three Faded Ones surround the Omen Hunter.

Just as they were about to start a righteous group fight, they found the Omen Hunter turning around.

I saw the Bad Omen Hunter holding two hatchets horizontally and spinning like crazy. The two hatchets formed a meat grinder around the Bad Omen Hunter, making it difficult for the three of them to get close.

"I'll go, little Rattan," Patch exclaimed.

"Were you present during the Latarn Ceremony?" Tragus asked.

"Not here," Patch said. "I faced him alone."

"Awesome." Tragus exclaimed.

Patch showed an inscrutable smile, not revealing at all that he had gone to the sand dunes to steal the armor and ran away when he saw Latarn.

Tragus said: "Then do you have a way to deal with this guy?"

"Isn't it just a propeller? Let me break it." Patch spoke boldly and completed the tactics in a few words.

Patch raised the eagle shield in his hand and tilted it at a forty-five-degree angle.

Yura stepped forward, flew and kicked on the shield surface.

Tragus swung the Giant-Smashing Hammer, striking from behind Patch to the back of the shield.

The Giant-Smashing Hammer is a square boulder hammer with a flat surface and is tightly integrated with the shield, perfectly transmitting power to Yura's feet.

With the help of this huge force, Yura jumped high, directly bypassed the meat grinder composed of two hatchets of the Omen Hunter from above, and stabbed down from above. The light of the knife reflected the golden light, which blurred the eyes of the Omen Hunter. .

The blade of the knife pierced the ugly mask of the Omen Hunter, and the mask snapped, revealing a human face densely covered with blue and black blood vessels.

The force of the knife continued unabated, and continued to penetrate deeper, stabbing into the skull.

Yura's body dropped from the sky and paused. The long knife was embedded in the skull of the Omen Hunter. The blade was actually bent like a bow by Yura's pressure.

The long knife was stuck between the Omen Hunter's face, making it difficult to go any further, as if it was piercing a piece of iron.

The Omen Hunter's body shone with metallic luster, and he was chewing the glass residue of the perfume bottle in his mouth, as well as some fragments and flesh of the live pot, which were being absorbed by him.

All kinds of spices and medicines are taken into the body by the Bad Omen Hunter, regardless of the conflict between the various medicines and the damage to the body.

This approach is a taboo method for degenerate perfumers.

Under the influence of the drug, the bad omen hunter became even more crazy. He raised the hatchet in both hands and cut Yura above his head.

Tragus raised the crossbow in his hand. Patch immediately understood and tacitly raised the spear and threw it out.

Tragus attacked the Bad Omen Hunter's left hand, and Patch... also attacked the Bad Omen Hunter's left hand.

"Where's the tacit understanding?!" Patch was shocked.

With the body functions displayed by the Bad Omen Hunter, he could only stop one hatchet, but the other hatchet could still cut off Yura's body in mid-air.

The strong crossbow hit his left hand first, but it only caused his hand to deflect slightly. It wasn't until the spear also flew that the hatchet flew away.

But the other hatchet was about to fall on Yura after all, and a huge shadow had already enveloped him.

huge shadow…

Yura seemed to feel something. Instead of looking at the hatchet under him, he looked up.

Unconsciously, a layer of dark clouds had stopped in the sky.

In the thick clouds, red thunder rolled like a dragon.

Then the golden lightning fell and struck directly on the Bad Omen Hunter. The majestic body was thrown away by a majestic force, with a burning smell when it flew out.

The golden people and Ami who were watching the battle from a distance all looked at Wuming in surprise.

Wuming raised his sword high and pointed it straight at the sky. The golden thunder gradually disappeared from the sword.

Patch also noticed that it was Wuming who made the move. He breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the thrown weapon, and helped the others back.

"Don't you think you can't take action?" Patch said.

"I don't want to take action." Wuming nodded.

"Why did you take action again?" Patch pointed at Wu Ming, "You didn't take action until the critical moment, right? I despise you."

"I didn't want to take action because he was holding two hatchets." Wuming said, "If you knock his hatchets away, of course I will have no shadow."

Wu Ming said so confidently and naturally that Pachi lost his temper.

Wuming looked at the charred corpse of the Omen Hunter in the distance:

"Well, I hope those perfumers won't blame us - let's go and have a look."

Wuming greeted the others, but found that Ami didn't move.

Ever since Wuming released that thunder, Ami had been staring at Wuming as if he was a ghost.

"How do you know that move?" Ami asked.

"Zhan Hui." Wuming patted the scabbard, "This is my precious long sword."

"Zhan Hui?" Ami said, "Then how could the owner of Zhan Hui know such a move?"

"It doesn't matter." Wuming said, "It's not surprising that he would do anything. As long as you have faith, everything is possible!"

"What move is that?" The great horned Tragus was a little curious.

"Belief in the ancient dragon of the royal city." The golden people spoke, "During the ancient dragon war, the knights of the royal city sprouted faith after witnessing the bright red thunder of the ancient dragon, and acquired the skills to use golden thunder and lightning."

"Is that so?" Wuming looked at Ami with an expression like a big horn.

Amei didn't look at Wuming this time, she lowered her head and muttered in a low voice, not knowing what she was thinking.

"The ancient dragon is the ancestor of the dragon." Yura said, "I don't know when that guy will no longer be satisfied with the flying dragon and is ready to reach out to the ancient dragon."

"Who?" Wuming asked.

"The dragon knight you put a bounty on." Yura said, "The pure purple blood finger Eleonora is the most threatening blood finger of the Blood Dynasty. Her swordsmanship is like a whirlwind, but now it has been tainted by the cursed blood."

"Indeed, those bloody fingers are so annoying." Ami came back to her senses at this time and agreed with Yura, "Oh, fortunately, a real hero has arrived. Are you my king?"

Ami introduced herself to Yura enthusiastically:

"Hello, you can call me Ami, of course this is a pseudonym. My real name..."

A Mei came to the side of the iron hat: "I will tell you when you complete the task."

"Yula." Iron Hat nodded, his tone neither salty nor cool, indifferent to Ami's words, "Are you the girl who was chased by Blood Finger?"

"It's me. Thank you for coming here to save me." A Mei said, "You are such a good person, you have the potential to become a king -"

Yura said: "I actually came here for the bloody finger..."

A Mei's expression stiffened for a moment, then she continued to laugh:

"You seem to be very familiar with the Blood Finger? Have you studied how to hunt her?"

Yura nodded.

"Is there a feud?" Ami said, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. We can become friends."

"She used to be my companion." Yura said, "Now she is bewitched by the cursed blood. I am here to wake her up."

"Ah..." Ami froze again.

She pondered for a while, but still managed to smile, like a tough female warrior who didn't know what failure was.

Ami smiled and said to Yura:

"You used to be companions. That's really a pity... What did you do before?"

"Let's hunt dragons together," Yura said.

A Mei turned sideways, covered her face and cried.