Chapter 1451 - The Demon Hunters Real Target (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Tall and burly, rough facial features, and the iconic one eye, the demon hunter looked absolutely familiar to Hao Ren. It was Hasse, the original owner of the gear Hao Ren was wearing.

Of course, it was the Hasse of 600 years ago.

Hao Ren almost jumped out of his skin when he saw the senior demon hunter. His first reaction was to hide all the demon-hunter camouflage gear he was wearing. Hao Ren may have been able to put away his dagger and crossbow, but he needed the suit and badge as identifications, especially the suit. He could not possibly go naked in public.

Now, Hao Ren regretted putting on the suit.

However, regretting was all Hao Ren could do—he knew that he needed to put on a full suit to increase his chances of fooling the demon hunters. Even if he had known beforehand that an elder was nearby, he would have still done the same.

But who would have known that the elder was Hasse.

Hasse had not noticed that Hao Ren was the only demon hunter he did not recognize on the scene. Hao Ren’s Asian-looking face was not the problem; demon hunters did not stick to a particular race, and their looks would change to blend in as well as suit local conditions within a specified period. But of course, they could also stop the process at will. This appearance assimilation did not require any outside help such as camouflage gear. Hao Ren’s Asian face only suggested that he had been active in Asia for an extended period. What caught Hasse’s attention was the clothes that the Stalker wore.

It somehow looked familiar.

“You are the Stalker?” Hasse was a little doubtful. But out of politeness, he did not show it on his face.

“It is an honor to meet you, Elder,” Hao Ren said as he concealed his nervousness. It was customary for a Stalker to greet and show reverence to an elder from Coldpath. Lone Wolves might be recluses and were not easy to get along with, but they were still members of the demon hunter organization. They still needed to show enough respect to the elders. “I think your Hunter group and I have some misunderstanding.”

Hao Ren then said no more as he was afraid to blow his cover by talking too much. He shot Lockheed a look, telling him to explain the matter.

Lockheed was cooperative. This one-track mind probably felt guilty of spoiling Hao Ren’s operation, he related what had happened to Hasse and took all the blame. What was more commendable was that Lockheed had even straightened those details out where Hao Ren had a hard time to make up. Hao Rao listened. Even if he was as thick-skinned as Raven 123345 was, he could not help but feel shame in his heart for duping such an honest guy.

Hasse had now learned the whole story from Lockheed. His single eye stayed on Lockheed for a moment before said with a stern voice, “A mistake is still a mistake although it is your intention. I will keep it in the record.”

Hasse then looked at Hao Ren again. “Stalker, I apologize to you for their reckless action that has ruined your plan. But it is not the time to harp on the trivial. We should instead find a way to repair the damage—those witches have escaped from our encirclement. I have just learned that there is not only a werewolf among them but also the scent of a vampire. It is unclear at this moment that how a werewolf and a vampire could get along, but this combination was a challenge to us. We need to cooperate to complete the hunt this time.”

This was what Hao Ren had been waiting for. “I agree with you.” He nodded quickly.

“Now the moon has come out,” Hasse said as he looked up at the night sky. “Werewolves and vampires will become more powerful under the moonlight. I am afraid we won’t be able to catch up with them tonight. But then again, they would not make it very far tonight. Just as your intelligence shows, their goal is the hibernation place of an ancient vampire; unless they have given up the target, they will not go very far.”

“They might go to the hibernation place next,” Hao Ren said. “But I have no idea of the hibernation place’s specific location.”

But Hasse just smiled. “Do not worry, I roughly know the position of the hibernation place. If I am mistaken, it is in an old castle, and there are not many castles in this area.”

Hao Ren’s heart missed a beat. This group of demon hunters has made so much progress? Hao Ren thought to himself.

He tried hard to conceal his nervousness and only let out an appropriate surprised look on his face. “Oh? You have already gotten the information? Then our next move is much easier.”

Hasse nodded and sighed softly. “I did not expect a group of otherworldlings to seek out the ancient vampire. They even have the means to remove the seal. Had we known you earlier, we would have saved ourselves many troubles.”

Hao Ren felt a little weird now. He almost could not believe that his lie had pulled out a chain of clues. He almost started to believe in his own lie.

The witches had escaped, and the demon hunters halted their hunt for the night. Hasse had ordered to stay in the cemetery for the night before they resumed the pursuit at dawn. The gloomy grave was not an auspicious place to camp for ordinary people. But for the demon hunters who dealt with the dark forces all year round, any leveled ground was an excellent campsite. Those dead trees and collapsed tombstones were just decorations in the camp.

By Hao Ren’s rough estimation, this Hunter group probably consisted of 60 demon hunters, which was very small compared to the Sacred Army a.k.a Battle Group during the Mythological Era.

But for the witches led by Madam Marie, it was a disaster.

The bonfire began to rise in the cemetery. The demon hunters cast the power of the Letta runes into the few remaining sculptures in the cemetery to turn them into stone guards. These stone guards would work with the demon hunters who were on night shifts to patrol the surroundings.

Hao Ren and a few demon hunters sat at the long table at the center of the cemetery and talked about the hunt. Food and drinks that the witches left behind were still on the table, but the demon hunters had no interest in them. They only ate from their own supply. The demon hunters deemed this food on the table was ridden with black magic and stenchy.