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In the Vulcan's opinion, it didn't make sense to have so many people.

Of course, it was not a hunting ground with no demand at all.

Basically, there were traditionally strong "gender" in "undead."

It is fully understandable that priests, who destroy the evil and the undead, and build strength through him, are here, in the graves of the dead.

However, the number of clergy in the eyes of the Vulcan was so small that they could be counted.

people of various line of work

A muscular fighter who could have fought for hundreds of years without social skills, a cannabis who is struggling with magic with a solemn expression, and a middle-aged warrior wearing a forest costume and performing brilliant swordsmanship.

All sorts of people camped out in the graves of the dead.

'It's a landscape I've seen sometimes or during experience events in online games, ··· 게임에서 게임에서 게임에서 게임에서 게임에서.'

Ununderstandable, Vulcan released a collection of hits in the inventory.

Did you mistakenly come to a crowded hunting ground? It was because of the question.

However, the book also said that this place is a quiet hunting ground.

[The Tomb of the Hunters]

A hunting ground where an undead monster, estimated at 700 levels, appears. Unlike another undead hunting site, "The Tomb of the Knights," Ganghwa Guwool comes out. The tombs of knights are popular because many people come for Desnite's armor, but this place is worth considering as a hunting ground because few people come here.

'You're right. Ha, what's changed in 700 years?’

Vulcan once again looked toward the hunting ground.

It was a fairly large area, but so many people were showing off their skills that the area did not look large.

Also, hunting monsters did not seem to be the only purpose.

It's as if you're looking for something.

'751······ 773······ 741······ 804······ 경지도 높은 양반들이 도대체 뭔 일로 여기까지 왔지.’

Aside from being unable to hunt, the Vulcan, wondering what the hell had happened, looked around looking for someone to ask questions.

Then, luckily, I found someone I knew.

I don't even know 10 people in Act 2, and that's a coincidence.’

Vulcan approached him with quick steps and called his name.

"Mr. Fantairo!"

"Uh, uh? Vulcan!Do you happen to be, too?"

The Vulcan shook his head as he looked at him with a look on his face, "Did you know something?"

"I'm just here to level up. Whatever is the matter? Is it always this crowded?"

"Oh, you didn't come here from hearsay. By the way, I thought you came here because you were greedy. Haha"

Fantiro grinned.

Vulcan hastened his next remark with his eyes, and said as if he didn't like Fantiro, who looked around the hunting ground once.

"It's because of the Holy Sword.”

"The Holy Sword?"

"Yes. There's a saying here that there's a clue about the sex sword. I don't know where the information came from, but it seems like everyone who knows has. Damn it."

I didn't quite understand the blanks, so I asked again.

"Isn't the Holy Sword only useful to warriors anyway? I don't think they're all warriors."

"So! 저 양아치 같은 새끼들······ 후우."

Fantasy, who sighed, continued.

"Of course, it shows the best efficiency when a warrior holds the sword, but even if someone else uses it, it is a treasure that deserves to hear the sound of the Ming sword. Of course, most people don't want to see it because they know what's going on with the warriors, but I guess all the guys over there have been eaten up. 쯧."

Vulcan, who heard Pantairo's words, also felt bad.

Of course, any treasure as big as the Holy Sword must be something that anyone can covet.

For those who can no longer raise their stakes because of the wall, the power of God may be a new breakthrough.

The people over there probably want the power of the sex sword as a last resort after hundreds of years, perhaps more than a thousand years of hard work.

However, six John told me that the sword was like a gift from the highest god to save the world, originally made for warriors.

The act of trying to satisfy one's self-interest by beating a warrior who struggles to save hundreds of millions of lives, even though it will not add strength to finding a sex sword for a warrior.

It was hard to accept no matter what I thought.

Vulcan was also a man of the same mission as a warrior.

Naturally, I could sympathize with the displeasure of Pantairo, and I came to look at the people in the tombs with an unfavourable gaze.

"What a filthy bunch. Hundreds of millions of lives are at stake."

"Whoa, of course, they have their own reasons for desperation, but I can't help being angry from a warrior's point of view."

With a head-shaking fantasy.

Seeing him, the Vulcan asked cautiously.

"But you can't give up, can you?"

"Yes, it's not likely, but I'll try everything I can to get in the middle of it. Well, there's a saying that the sword somehow gets into the hands of the warrior. Doesn't that mean it's in my hands? Haha."

'I've never heard of such a thing.

But he didn't have to talk about it.

Vulcan sincerely hoped Fantiro would find the Holy Sword and save the world, so he responded to his words in the sense of cheer up.

"That's right. We'll end up looking for the owner. If you pick a sex sword later, you have to show it before the summer goes down in the summer."

"Huh? Hahahaha! Yeah, yeah. I'll do that for sure. If you don't know where you are, I'll ask Oracle to find you and show you.”

"I promised."

Vulcan laughed as he faced Pantayro.

But soon he sighed and grumbled.

"Well, I don't think I can level up here anyway.”

"Oh, you said you came here to hunt. "That's great. Thinking of coming to the graves of the dead before you get a beginner's ticket."

He was a fantasy that gold-plated his face, but he didn't feel better.

The fact that he ended up in vain remained unchanged.

Filled with enthusiasm, I came running to the hunting ground, feeling cold water in a flash and the flames died down.

Vulcan's head was filled with regret that he should have searched for new hunting site information when he stopped by Oracle instead of course.

"Why didn't a rich man think like that? I don't know how the data from 700 years ago would have changed. Hoo, I can't help it. Shall we go back to the city now and update the hunting ground information?'

Vulcan, who is seriously thinking about his future schedule.

Through such thoughtfulness of the Vulcan, the voice of Pantairo was heard.

"If only pure monster hunting is the aim without the need for an accessory product, there's a good place nearby."

"Where is it? No, the map I have shows that there's nothing around here,·""···""

"What are you talking about? Did you make it about five hundred years ago?"

"Well, it's been 700 years."

Fantiro said as if dumbfounded.

"It's a joke, but it's embarrassing to say so."

"Ha ha,·,·,·"

a sly smiley bulkan

FANTASY, who smiled at him, added words.

"By the way, there's another hunting ground if you run all the way in that way. The level is a little lower than here, but it's safe to say there are few people, so you can level up without being disturbed. What do you think? Are you interested?"

Vulcan was intrigued by Pantayro's words.

Sang-seong should also be considered, but he liked the fact that there were no people.

"Please explain it in more detail.”

"Right. If you think it's worth it, go over there."

Fantiro lined up a rough description of the hunting ground.

*

'It's much better than I thought.

It was a review of the Vulcan who spent a week hunting in the hunting ground recommended by Fantiro.

A field called 'poison pit' that was newly created about 200 years ago.

The level of monsters was about 630 degrees, which was not much different compared to the arboretum, but they were able to level up faster because there were far more numbers than war trees.

Furthermore, the monsters here had nothing to gain, and there were no competitors because they were simply dog-wrecked.

It was literally a customized hunting ground for the Vulcan.

kurutkul kukku-kku-kut-kku-kut

Poisonous monsters that constantly pop out of pits over a hundred.

They had a translucent body with dirty filth and poison mixed with them, and they were very fast-paced, unlike their soft, slow-looking appearance.

The tricky ones who compress their bodies like springs and then spring-bouncing approach.

But none of them succeeded in getting close to the Vulcan.

Patschatschats.

in a blaze of anger

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Intermediate magic lightening fields spread out dozens of times per second.

Inefficient magic because it lacks damage compared to the Fire field and is a single-shot attack.

But since it was reinforced by the power of self-defense, there was no better wide-area plane than this.

The constant underlying epilepsy has caused the water-based poison monsters to become rigid in succession.

And a series of "hellfire thunderstorms" that pour out from the top of the brain warfare magic, and a fire field that is displayed one after the other.

[Experience level increased.]

Listening to the exterminating monsters and the tickling of the ear, Vulcan smiled merrily.

Whether they did not like the bullcans, they were poisonous gas-pushing monsters who showed their end, but they did not work for the bullcans.

As soon as he touched the body of the Vulcan, he thought, "The Vulcan was neutralized by the blue light."

'The breath of the Blue Dragon, ·····, is more useful than I thought.’

The auspicious and mysterious energy given by the Blue Dragon.

I thought only the stats were raised, but I realized this opportunity that it also greatly increased resistance to various abnormal conditions.

'If it weren't for this buff, we'd have to look for other hunting grounds, or go buy an antidote for a high price.’

Vulcan was truly fortunate to have a good relationship with the Blue Dragon.

The Vulcan slightly opened its inventory to check the beads of vitality.

I felt reassured to see the amount quite swollen than before.

"Player is hunting after all. Doc hunting. Doc hunting."

Poisonous monsters that come again near the mumbling bulkans.

Vulcan gave a spell of joy.

"Get together quickly. It's hard to wait."

The Vulcan, like a farmer cutting rice, continued to harvest poison monsters.

[Experience level increased.]

[Level up!]

A pleasant system alarm rang out in the ear of the blanks.

*

[Experience level increased.]

[Level up!]

[Bulcan]

[600Lv(+30)]

"Whoa, it's time to leave here, too."

Bulkan, which reached 600 levels through a tight hunting schedule during the year.

Surprisingly, none of the residents have visited the poison pit field in the meantime.

It was a blanks that enabled them to level up efficiently without being disturbed by anyone, but now it's time to leave.

The beggar wrung a lot if it honey this ‘ ······ rebeldae hunting ground for 700 now it's really, I've got to go.’

As a result of stopping by a nearby resident camp to take a break from time to time, I heard that the popularity of "the graves of the dead" had waned.

Vulcan was planning to go back to Espo City after level-up to 650 there.

'But there's one thing I need to check before that.’

The fact that I couldn't figure it out because I was hunting excitedly and only a week ago.

In one of the pits, it was the Vulcan who learned that not a single poison monster was coming out.

An hour's worth of careful observation was worth noting, but only recently did I realize that, being among the hundreds of monsters rushing to kill me.

Vulcan looked at the broken pit with an expression full of anticipation.

A poison pit that still does not spit out a single monster.

'It's highly likely that this is the location of the hidden quest. No, I'm sure!’

Vulcan threw himself into a poison pit, making a near-assurance guess.

There was no hesitation.

If it was a hidden quest place anyway, the entrance would have been a safe place, and even if a monster popped out, I was confident enough to handle it.

Vulcan slowly went into the depths of the pit, thinking, "May this be the place of hidden quests, please."

The inside was deeper than I thought.

Like a cave, like the entrance to dungeon, the Vulcan's confidence deepened as he walked through a long passage.

And, finally, new beings who welcome themselves.

Vulcan murmured with a grimace.

"What is this?"