"This group of SELIS are making rapid progress. You can see that they are all professionally trained soldiers." A bear hunter in heavy armour hugged his shoulder and nodded as he watched the apprentice climbing up the mountain wall in the distance.

"There are only new apprentices here. There are no SELIS, sagran. We can't treat them as some kind of alien." Another wolf Hunter shook his head: "and, compared with their numbers, we are different."

"I've lived for 300 years, and I never thought that one day the green grass test will pass half of the pass rate." Sagran, a bear hunter, had some feelings. He didn't know whether he was happy or lost.

In his time, fifty-six children, only he survived and successfully grew up to be a qualified devil hunter. After him, no one of nearly 100 children in two consecutive terms survived the grass trial.

It has always been a pain in sagran's heart and a driving force for him to keep moving forward, because he carries the expectations of more than 150 less fortunate children.

He can't remember his family when he was a child, but the eyes of his companions who drank the herbal medicine together still linger in his mind.

But these new apprentices, sagran did not know how to evaluate them. Unlike the apprentices who had been adopted by kelmohan since childhood, they had their own world outlook and their own ideas.

They don't feel so much about the death of their companions. They are always full of fighting spirit. They are not like the old apprentices who suffer from organ failure and limb variation. After passing the green grass trial, few of these new apprentices are willing to have a feud with the powerful and long-lived demon hunters. Since the existence of their profession, they have done the work of genocide In the last thousand years, they have chosen chaos, an enemy that is unlikely to be extinct.

Old Kane shook his head, feeling that he was more and more unable to adapt to the changes in the world.

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