Mystique:Demon Hunter

"Come back to your senses." Gawain patted Daniz on the shoulder, waking up Daniz who was still in a daze.

Daniz came back to his senses, looked him up and down, and asked:

"What kind of ecstasy did you give the captain? She even postponed our travel plan."

Gawain smiled enigmatically and said, "This is the charm of knowledge."

"Shit, you're not much better than me. You're just lucky enough to get some ancient inheritance."

Daniz snorted twice and said angrily.

Gawain did not argue with him because he did not know enough about the occult.

Most of what he knows cannot be expressed, and he actually doesn't know much occult knowledge that can be expressed.

It cannot be said that he is illiterate, it can only be said that he is slightly better than illiterate. Rounding it off, it is equivalent to being inferior to Danitz.

But he is not discouraged because he has given himself a good start.

He came to the Golden Dream and received Edwina's permission to settle here.

Therefore, he will have the opportunity to find a way to join the Golden Dream in the future, and he will be able to take Edwina's class. This will be a great opportunity to supplement his occult knowledge.

And there is no doubt that there will be no shortage of opportunities for him to fight on this pirate ship.

Whether it is a discussion with the crew or a fight with pirates from other forces, it will help the digestion of the magic potion in his body.

Gawain followed Daniz to the room prepared for him. This room was very close to Edwina's captain's cabin, which gave Gawain a great sense of security.

"The captain has given instructions for you to live near her. Here, this is your room."

Daniz's voice was a little depressed and he didn't look very happy.

Gawain knew the reason for his bad mood and said with a smile:

"Then do you want me to swap rooms with yours?"

"Okay!" Daniz was overjoyed.

"As long as you make the captain agree, I will trade with you."

Gawain walked into the room, put his luggage under the bed, lay on the bed, and let out a contented sigh.

"Shit!" Daniz then realized that he had been teased, closed the door with a bang, and left with heavy steps.

After a day of hard work, Gawain quickly lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

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"Stand up straight, rookies!"

A majestic voice sounded.

Gawain opened his eyes and found that he was in a strange place.

In front of him was a tall night elf with blindfolds on his eyes and green lines all over his body.

Night Elf!?

Gawain was a little confused and had no idea what was happening.

Aren't you sleeping? Could it be that you have traveled through time again?

At this time, this majestic-looking night elf, or to be precise, the demon hunter, continued his lecture.

"You have gone through hellish training, but you cannot yet be called a qualified demon hunter recruit."

He paused, then pointed to the left and continued:

"But, I will give you a chance now. Have you seen those demons? One for each of you, kill them, eat their hearts, and baptize them with their evil energy. Then, you will be promoted."

Gawain heard what he said, and looked where he pointed, and found that it was an open space similar to a gladiatorial arena. In the center of the open space, a ferocious-looking demon dog was bound with an iron chain.

"Of course, I know that not everyone can survive this test. However, Illidari does not need weak people. Those who cannot survive the devil's claws should be eliminated."

"Then, let's start now." The demon hunter instructor said.

Gawain looked around and found that there were not many recruits here as the instructor said, but only himself and the instructor.

When looking farther away, Gawain found that except for the clear place in front of him, the farther places were wrapped in thick fog.

Gawain understood somewhat in his heart that he should have entered a place similar to a trial space.

And in this kind of place, one has always either to successfully break through the level or to die directly.

"It seems there is no other way."

Gawain picked up the new soldier's sword beside him. Because of the bonus of the warrior potion on his body, he found that he could quickly use this strange-shaped weapon skillfully.

Generally speaking, as a trial venue, there should not be very difficult assessments from the beginning.

Gawain waved the war blade twice on the spot, thinking that he should be able to fight against this demon dog.

So, he rushed forward directly, wanting to test his combat effectiveness. From the time he traveled to the present, he had not experienced a real battle.

He jumped up, and then he was knocked out.

"Hi~ Holy shit, it really hurts."

Gawain was lying on the bed, covering his neck with his hands, looking in pain.

He had just confidently rushed in front of the Cerberus, but the beast's paw broke his guard, and then he was bitten on his neck. The scene after that is not easy to describe.

Until he woke up, he still felt a dull pain all over his body.

At this time, he was a little surprised to find that part of the warrior potion in his body had been digested.

"Is this okay? In other words, what I experienced was not an illusion in the ordinary sense? It seems that the battle carried out in this trial dream can also have an impact on reality."

Gawain thought about it and soon came up with a reasonable explanation.

He recalled his behavior in the trial dream and summarized the first acting rule of the Sequence Nine warriors:

Challenge powerful opponents and accept their destruction.

There is no doubt that this is a pretty damning rule.

But in fact, challenges do not necessarily require life and death, and competition can also be regarded as a challenge.

For ordinary warriors, they can digest the magic potion by challenging familiar strong men.

Of course, fake fighting won't work. You must truly experience the training brought by a strong person before your own magic medicine can be digested.

As for Gawain, he has a faster method of digesting potions.

The price is that he may have to constantly actively experience the feeling of death.

However, no matter what, he has embarked on a prosperous road, and as long as he does not die accidentally along the way, his future will be bright.

"If I go at this rate, I'll probably be able to completely digest the warrior potion in seven or eight days at most. It seems like I have to start preparing the fighter's formula in advance."

Gawain leaned against the bed and began to think about his next action plan.