Path of Light.

Chapter 34 34. Killer

Countless raindrops hit the sea,
The wind blows the waves to the shore,

Blossoming waves slapped on the reefs on the shore, blasting into countless drops of water.

He swam out of the sea secretly, with a gray fin on his dark back, which was almost attached to his back.

He opened his upper fins with both arms, controlled the swimming direction, twisted his tail left and right, and approached the black reef silently.

The waves pushed him onto a rock, and after the waves surged, his body was almost attached to the sea rock full of oysters. The heavy rain poured on him, which made him more flexible.

He climbed up the black reef and kept approaching the coastline...

……

dusk in the rain,

dimly lit,

Two sailors with beer bellies ran quickly on the beach with buckets in hand, trotting all the way towards the port.

Their obese bodies made it impossible for them to run on the beach. The raindrops kept hitting their bodies, heads, and faces, and flowed into their eyes, making them squint their eyes.

The two crew members ran along the coastline, leaving two rows of clear footprints on the sand.

There is a black reef in front of it. After crossing the reef and running a few hundred meters ahead, you can reach the edge of the pier.

The two sailors were already wet, and the waves kept hitting their ankles.

A fish in the bucket was thrown out, fell into the sea water with a plop, turned into a black shadow and disappeared.

One of the fat sailors immediately cursed, looked at the two fish left in the bucket, and had to slow down.

Anyway, it was wet, so I went back earlier and later, it was not the same...

If the last two fish in the bucket also jumped out, he would probably have to eat black bread and cabbage for dinner.

He wanted to call out to his companion who was running ahead, but just as he opened his mouth, rainwater rushed into his mouth.

He quickly spit out a few mouthfuls of saliva, and continued to trot forward...

……

He lay down on the reef and waited for the right time, with a flash of hatred in his eyes.

There are strange fish gills on the blue cheeks, a few thin braids on the head, the ears are attached to the sides of the head, and the face is almost ferocious like a ghost.

The two arms are about one meter long, covered with cyan scales, with black fins on the back, the upper part of the body looks like a human, but below the waist is a fish tail that is more than two meters long.

When he saw the two human sailors on the coastline, the pupils with the golden thread became bigger instantly.

Even the breathing became heavy. He took out a sharp dagger from his waist and bit it in his mouth, before slipping soundlessly from the reef into the sea water.

He nimbly bypassed the reef group, waist-deep in the sea.

It was already very close to the beach, and the figures of the two human sailors tens of meters away became more and more clear in the heavy rain.

A big wave surged up, pushing his body quickly towards the shore.

He vigorously swung the tail of the fish behind him, the thrust of the waves and the acceleration of swimming made him rush out of the waves like a Dolly arrow.

Close at hand.

He opened his arms, flicked the fish's tail, and threw himself at the human sailor who was behind.

The human sailor had a bald head, 180 cm tall, a tattoo of an anchor on the back ear, a neatly trimmed beard, and thick arms.

His big belly full of fat pulled his lumbar spine into an exaggerated 'S' shape, and making him run a few steps was like spitting out the lungs in his chest cavity.

He didn't even dare to breathe violently, lest the rainwater choke into his intake pipe.

He is just a cook on the ship, and his biggest hobby is sleeping with women of different styles in the port.

It's rare to have a day off, but he was unlucky. He lost the last coin in his pocket the night before, so he could only go to the beach with a fishing rod to kill time.

A black shadow full of fishy smell fluttered on his back, and his sticky cold arms strangled his neck fiercely—if that was still a neck.

The human sailor saw a blue arm covered with scales, and a sharp dagger was held in the other hand with fins...

The dagger cut into the thick fat under his neck, and found the windpipe under the fat...

A light flashed across...

Blood gushed from his throat.

He didn't even cry out, and covered his throat with his hands and fell into the sea water. The blood that sprang out immediately stained the surrounding sea water red.

The strength in his body drained rapidly, he struggled to stand up, and wanted to call out to his companions in front of him.

But the sound of waves and rain covered everything until he lost his last bit of strength and fell limply in the sea.

His obese body was engulfed by the waves and pushed onto the beach.

The heavy rain washed the blood on his body...

……

The sailors in front ran and found that there was no movement behind them.

He looked back subconsciously, and found that his companion had collapsed on the beach, throwing the bucket and fishing rod far away.

He wanted to curse:
'This damn weather! '

When the waves receded, they swept away the fine sand under his feet, almost causing him to fall into the sea.

No one could be seen on the beach at all, and the heavy rain made the surrounding scenery extremely blurred.

He thought that his companion just accidentally fell and needed him to help him, so he turned around and ran back in the rain without thinking...

When I ran to my companion, I found that his entire face was buried in the sand, and there was still a trace of blood flowing from his neck.

He squatted down cautiously, turned his body over, and lay on his back, only to find that his companion's throat had been cut open.

The wound on the throat was still bubbling with blood.

He was terrified and immediately wanted to run away...

A wave rolls in,
The waves hit his lap,

He felt as if a hand had grabbed his ankle, and he lost his balance and fell on his back in the shallow water.

Another wave hit him, and he struggled to crawl towards the beach, but the hand at his ankle was like a shackle, pulling him hard into the sea.

Suddenly he felt a pain in his calf, and he turned his head to see a dagger nailed to his calf, and opened a wound more than a foot long.

Fear and pain made him scream hysterically.

He flapped his arms desperately against the sea water, causing countless splashes in the rain.

The rain poured down, muffled all sound.

The sea waves rolled the sailor's body into the sea continuously. He tried to grab a protruding rock near his hand, and the sharp shells immediately cut several wounds on his palm.

In the violent struggle, the sailor was still swallowed by the sea.

I don't know how long it took, but the rain gradually became smaller.

The sailor with no trace of blood on his face was leaning against a black reef, his legs were soaked in the sea water, but there was a cut on his leg that was about the width of a finger. Those wounds were all white, and no blood flowed out.

The sailor opened his eyes in despair, pointed his trembling fingers to the Darne River on the shore, and swallowed his last breath.

……

The morning after the heavy rain should have been a sunny day.

However, the climate in Castleton Port is quite different. It just happened to meet a cold air blowing from the north, causing the temperature in Castleton Port to drop sharply after a rain...

The whole port is shrouded in a thick fog, the closer to the coastline, the thicker the fog.

Brown Street is the street closest to the sea, and there is a Dane River here, and the fog almost completely enveloped the entire street.

Roy ran out with two books in his arms, and plunged into the thick fog.

Fumbling forward along the street, the Dane River on the other side made a 'squeaking' sound.

……

Cyan scaled fingers grabbed the stone railing, and their sharp nails were embedded in the stone railing. His body was hanging behind the railing, and below him was the flowing Darne River.

Smelling a scent of human beings, he poked his head out cautiously.

In the thick fog, even looking across the street was a bit blurry, but fortunately he could distinguish the smell...

Naga, humans and elves all smell different.

He smelled a very faint smell of humans, so he poked his head out to observe.

So, the Naga Killer saw Roy walking in the fog...

……

Walking down Brown Street, just past the pharmacy.

This happened to be the intersection of Brown Street, where the Darne River flows into the sea, and the elves built a stone bridge here.

It has been raining continuously for the past two days, and the water level of the Danai River is high and the current is turbulent.

Roy rushed to the Elf Academy without paying attention to the surrounding situation. If he could meet a long carriage passing by at the street corner, Roy was even going to take a long carriage to the academy.

It's just that under the heavy fog, the street looks deserted...

As usual, Roy stopped by Mrs. Winnie's pharmacy. He wanted to see how embarrassed the night saber was tied to the door.

He bent down and looked into the den.

It's just that this night saber looked very honest today, it stared at its surroundings vigilantly, with a look of uneasiness in its eyes, and kept licking its paws with its tongue.

Even when Roy came, the night saber didn't respond.

Roy was a little surprised. If it weren't for the inexplicable danger, the night saber would definitely bark its teeth at Roy. It's not a day or two since it had a grudge with Roy...

Roy looked around, the street was quiet.

Because it rained yesterday and it was foggy again this morning, no one was out of the stall at this time of the morning.

And you can't even see pedestrians on the street...

Roy instantly felt that indescribable sense of oppression.

At the same time, the night saber retracted its head into the nest...

A black shadow appeared from the bridge, just behind Roy. His body twisted like a giant python, approaching Roy silently.

In fact, Roy didn't feel the danger approaching at all, but he saw that the pupils of the night saber in the kennel had been erected, and the hair on the back of its neck had exploded.

Seeing that the Nightsaber was frightened like this, Roy felt that something was wrong.

Roy didn't even dare to look back, and rushed forward with a loud cry.

The Naga Killer who posted it missed the first time. His sharp nails just scratched the linen clothes on Roy's back, tearing a hole more than three feet long.

Roy took the opportunity and rushed out...

At this moment, the nightsaber hiding in the small den jumped out like lightning. The thick iron chain on its neck was instantly torn off, and its two fleshy front paws rested on the wooden fence, and its body jumped up high. , opened his bloody mouth and bit the Naga killer.

(End of this chapter)