The old Hunter got up, his opponent possessed no transcendent powers; the fact that he could hold on until now was entirely due to his willpower.
Or perhaps there was a little other trick.
Lind observed the iron box beside the old Hunter's hand. Since they had been besieged, his hand had always been resting on the box, attempting to fumble and open it a few times, but his actions were interrupted.
"Why have you come here?" Lind asked.
Being able to talk calmly amidst the onslaught was a feat probably only he could manage. The storm continued to drive the frenzied villagers around them, where the edge of the battlefield storm was chaos itself, but the center was an unimaginable calm.
The mid-stage BOSS came to Newbie Village, the suppression it exerted on the surrounding minor monsters was even far greater than the pressure on players.
"To hunt those bloodthirsty monsters is a job that has started hundreds of years ago," Charles replied to Lind's question truthfully.
