Path of Light.

Chapter 596 597. Dark Moon Elf Warriors

Under the dark red sky, the black wilderness is covered with all kinds of gravel. It is difficult to see plants in the dark place. Even if some plants grow in the soil, they are all fungal spores that emit a dark breath. As long as someone touches them, they will explode with thick poisonous gas.

In the desolate wilderness, a team of demon hunters quickly crossed the ridge and ran into a valley where they could hide.

The hillside was littered with charred stones. These demon hunters were the ones who had been chased out of the wanderer camp. They were eyeing the purse on Roy's waist and the more than a hundred bone blades of the dark sickle in the magic waist bag.

Among these demon hunters there are humans, elves and dwarves.

They are all demon hunters who make a living in the dark land. The demon hunters who can survive in the dark land all have some unique skills.

A group of demon hunters sat behind a pile of rocks, waiting for their companions who were following Roy to send a signal in time.

When waiting for prey, the flow of time often becomes extremely slow. The demon hunter squinted his eyes and looked at the rock, and also paid attention to the dark creatures swimming around. After waiting for a long time, Roy did not appear, and some people began to question:

"Will he change his direction halfway and not pass through this col again?"

An old demon hunter who was very familiar with this area pondered for a moment before saying:

"No! If that guy changes his direction, Huo Shim will definitely pass the news to us. If he goes this way, he will basically have to cross this mountain."

After hearing what the old witcher said, the witchers sat down again.

"Then we'll just wait here..."

At this time, a demon hunter who was hiding on the highest rock called out to the people below:
"Everyone, that kid...he's here!"

"Everyone hide well, don't let him find you..."

The witchers behind the rocks immediately cheered up, but they did not peek out from behind the rocks. This group of witchers had rich hunting experience.

Several Eagle Eyes who were good at using longbows began to adjust their posture, hung up the bowstrings, and selected a few wind-controlling arrows from the quiver.

Just wait for Roy to come within their shooting range, and it would be best if they could shoot him to death with one arrow...

……

Roy stopped on the hillside and looked at the rocky pond on the opposite side. He hesitated for a moment and then stared at the dark red sky in the distance. He seemed to be full of conflicted emotions. After pondering for a moment, he turned around and walked east along the ridge.

This way they could bypass the rocky col ahead, and he intended to give these demon hunters a chance.

At this time, the two demon hunters who had been following Roy also rushed over from behind. Judging from their movements, they wanted to block Roy's retreat.

Roy just looked back, turned around and ignored it, still walking east along the ridge.

"What's wrong? Are you going to give them a chance?"

Captain Timothy, who had been following Roy, hid in the shadows and asked Roy.

Roy looked at the empty surroundings and suddenly heard the voice of Captain Timothy. This feeling was really a bit strange...

"Well, it suddenly occurred to me... some of these demon hunters came to the Dark Land through the rifts in time and space, and some left the expeditionary force to hunt dark creatures here. They hunt dark creatures here, even if they are forced to do so by life and to satisfy their adventurous hearts, but this is also a disguised protection for the Elf Continent. Although they are temporarily blinded by interests and have set their eyes on me, a fat sheep... hehe! But if they can wake up at this time, I am still willing to give them a chance."

Roy said this as he walked forward and laughed as he spoke.

In fact, what Roy did was already a step back, and the surrounding Dark Moon Elf warriors followed Roy and walked eastward along the ridge...

But at this time, the two demon hunters who had been following Roy were a little panicked. They quickly released two flares into the sky, and the long flame tails drew a beautiful arc in the dark red sky.

Roy stopped and looked behind him.

The elf ranger who had been following Roy immediately stopped and stood a few hundred meters away, staring at Roy vigilantly.

After seeing the magic flare, a group of demon hunters hiding in the valley emerged from the valley full of rocks and stood on top of the rocks.

Several demon hunters carrying longbows jumped off the black rocks and chased in the direction where Roy was hiding.

The other demon hunters went around to Roy and stopped him...

Several witchers carrying longbows were running very fast on the hillside. They ran with their long legs and big strides, looking like nimble antelopes.

……

Roy stopped when he saw the demon hunters rushing out of the col.

He stood on the hillside with an indifferent expression, looking at the demon hunters rushing towards him, holding the chain of the Book of Judgment hanging around his waist in his hand.

"Now the hearts of these demon hunters are filled with greed..."

Roy said to Captain Timothy with some disappointment.

"What's so strange about this? After all, this is a dark place."

Captain Timothy saw it very clearly...

Several demon hunters ran to the bottom of the hill, which was about four or five hundred meters away from Roy. But they obviously didn't plan to run forward anymore. They half-crouched on the hill, pulled the elven longbows to the full extent, and put on the carefully selected wind-controlling arrows.

The moment these demon hunters shot their arrows, the fingers that had pulled the bowstrings lit up with magical light.

A little bit of wind magic power was poured into the arrow, and immediately a protective film was formed around the arrow.

The bowstring made a crisp sound, and the sharp arrow turned into a white light and flew towards Roy.

The arrows wrapped in wind elements would even draw a white line when flying in the air...

Roy stood there, he didn't even hide.

If an archer hides in the dark and shoots arrows of this level, it will still pose a threat to Roy.

But if it was shot at Roy so blatantly, this wind-controlling arrow would have little power.

The wind arrows hit something during their flight and deviated from their original trajectory, hitting the hillside. Several of them were like this... Roy raised the Book of Judgment in his hand to them from a distance and shook it gently.

The demon hunters looked at each other, sensing the provocation Roy had shown when he waved the prayer book, and thought that the range might have been a little far...

So they chased forward for a distance, and when they were about two hundred meters away from Roy, they shot another row of arrows at the same time.

For these Hawkeyes, this distance is a sure thing to hit the target.

But what surprised them was that several wind arrows still fell accidentally during their flight...

The strange scene didn't even give them time to think about it.

Because several demon hunters have keenly sensed the light footsteps around them.

After a moment, several demon hunters felt their bodies being tightly hugged by something, and then their necks became slightly cold and painful, and blood gushed out of their throats like a fountain.

They hurriedly covered the bleeding wounds with their hands. Blood flowed out from between their fingers and even flowed into their stomachs through their esophagus.

Their eyes widened, unable to make any sound from their throats. A group of elven warriors appeared beside them inexplicably.

They pointed at the cold-faced Dark Moon Elf warrior wearing a silver helmet, who looked at them in disbelief and pain. They wanted to make a final struggle, but unfortunately their bodies had already gone limp uncontrollably.

These Dark Moon Elf warriors unisonly inserted their daggers into the scabbards on the outside of their thighs, and hid themselves again in front of the demon hunters who were lying on the ground and twitching.

The demon hunters who originally wanted to go around Roy found that something seemed wrong with this ambush, and those demon hunters who ran over from the side and shot arrows suddenly fell down.

They only saw a few blurry figures in the dim light.

The old demon hunter immediately realized the danger. After giving a warning, he immediately gave up trying to intercept Roy, quickly changed his running direction, and planned to turn around and hide in a valley full of rocks.

Their prediction of the danger was quite accurate, but unfortunately they were one step too late.

If they had sensed the crisis when Roy changed his route and immediately chosen to abandon the ambush plan, they might have been able to save their lives.

But now the Dark Moon Elf warriors were already in front of them, and they had no chance of escaping.

The old demon hunter, with his excellent perception, suddenly lowered his head and dodged the dagger that the Dark Moon Elf warrior came around from behind, thus saving his own throat. However, his companions around him were not as alert as he was. At the same time, seven demon hunters covered their necks with their hands, blood oozing from between their fingers, and they fell to the gravel ground with horror on their faces.

The old demon hunter immediately leaped forward, but at this moment, he saw a Dark Moon Elf warrior emerge from the shadows, doing the same action as him...

He wanted to reach out and push the Dark Moon Elf warrior away, but the Dark Moon Elf warrior handed him a sharp dagger, which immediately pierced the old demon hunter's palm.

The old demon hunter let out a scream...

This was the first scream in this battle, and then the scream stopped abruptly because the Dark Moon Elf warrior had already thrust the dagger into the old demon hunter's heart.

It was not until this moment that the old demon hunter suddenly woke up. He looked at the dark moon elf warrior with despair in his eyes, and blood gushed out of his mouth...

The other demon hunters also fell in a pool of blood one after another under the mopping-up of the Darkmoon Elf warriors.

Almost all of these demon hunters were warriors who had reached the first level of strength. The moment the Dark Moon Elf warriors took action, they fell in a pool of blood.

The two hundred Dark Moon Elf warriors did not give the demon hunters any chance. They used the most brutal means to kill all the demon hunters who tried to ambush Roy...

This bloody massacre immediately attracted the dark creatures roaming around. They had an extremely keen sense of the smell of blood and broken spirits.

A large group of dark creatures gathered from all directions.

In the wilderness of the Dark Land, these dark creatures were crowded together, just like a dark cloud.

Led by Captain Timothy, the Dark Moon Elf warriors did not engage in direct confrontation with the group of dark creatures, but quickly circumvented them. A group of Dark Moon Elf warriors surrounded Roy and walked towards the Dark Portal Expeditionary Force camp...

……

After Roy left, the Rangers Camp remained as peaceful as ever, except that the demon hunters in the camp would occasionally discuss the generous young man.

The wanderer camp was not big, so there were not many secrets. For example, the news that the demon hunter was planning to ambush Roy in the wild spread throughout the wanderer camp soon.

Many stall owners who have done business with Roy still feel a little regretful, as they know they may soon lose a customer.

Although this customer always keeps the price extremely low when trading, the Dark Scythe Bone Blades that he has in stock can at least be sold, right?

Some demon hunters were beating their chests and complaining that they didn't get the news earlier. If they could join the ambush team, they could at least get a piece of the pie!
Hunting a Dark Scythe can be extremely dangerous.

But what was the risk of ambushing a young witcher?
Besides, this young man is equivalent to about 120 Dark Scythes...

Just thinking about it makes me feel angry...

Old Parker sat outside the tent with an indifferent look on his face. A sign saying "Closed Today" had been hung at the door of the tent.

The injured demon hunters could only sit outside the tent silently. They probably had to wait here all night before they could receive priority treatment from Old Pike the next morning.

No one dared to risk their lives to complain to Old Parker at this time, saying that he was slacking off...

"Tell me, I worked so hard to save you from the scythe of death, just for you to stab me in the wild one day?" Old Parker muttered.

"If that's the case, I might as well prepare a coffin in the camp, and you can just stab me to death in the coffin. At least there will be a tombstone left behind!"

"Do you want to come and see my money box? You are a bunch of ungrateful wolves who eat red meat and shit white shit..."

"Starting tomorrow, all consultation fees will be doubled. If you don't have money, don't come to me... beg me to treat you!"

Old Parker leaned against his dirty tent, muttering to himself.

Everyone knew that he was just saying that in anger. Tomorrow morning, he would still lift the curtain of the tent and treat the injured witchers.

But when people privately discussed the demon hunters who ran into the wilderness to ambush the young man, their tone was filled with disdain, and some even felt that they had caused discord in the wanderer camp for their own selfish interests...

(End of this chapter)