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The Hunter & The Whisperer

Vir is the last of the Vulcher race to survive the catastrophic massacre carried out by the al-Banix, the rulers of the Central Empire assisted by the four nations. Surviving the massacre at the age of seven, Vir accidentally gained immunity to various poisons after eating the heart of a wyvern in a fit of rage. As an adult, Vir became a hunter against dragon riders. Not just hunting them, Vir also killed the following riders with their dragons. He mingled with the people of the four lands, disguised as a firewood collector. One day, Vir meets a homeless little girl, and it turns out that the little girl also suffers the same fate as him. The little girl was called Aira and was the last descendant of the Asurry race. Aira inherited her ancestor's abilities as a whisperer. Vir's adventure, which was originally based solely on revenge, has now turned into something bigger: Gathering the exiles, then forming a force to build a new empire, and overthrow al-Banix's rule over eight other countries. Follow the adventures of Vir and Aira in this story, in a sad and wonderful world filled with mythical creatures.

Ando_Ajo · ファンタジー
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150 Chs

A Mysterious Man

"Are you sure this will work?" The emperor glanced at the old shaman.

The old shaman bowed. "It's hard to say whether it will work or not, Your Majesty."

"Hey!" Magnius the Mighty glared at the old shaman. "You're the one who brought up this idea with that ancient scroll, remember?!"

"Forgive me, Lord Magnius," said the old shaman. "However, from the ancient manuscripts I've read, all the previous leaders of great nations have always succeeded with the Divine Art ritual. It is only because it has not been practiced in the last five thousand years that I say it is difficult to say whether it will work or not."

The emperor let out a deep breath that made her breasts stand out even more while her hands were behind her back.

"I understand," she said more calmly.

Aira frowned as she listened to the people's conversation.

"Divine Art?" she muttered half inaudibly.