rune hunter

Chapter 42 The Ominous Prophecy
"They're coming after me."

After listening to Tika's story, El's face darkened.Speaking of hooligans, Bart's name immediately flashed in his mind.The bald man had been a slave trader and a gangster, and he seemed to be back to his old job after escaping from prison.The most important thing is that the one who sent him to prison last time was Laurana, the eldest lady of the chamber of commerce.

El didn't know how the eldest lady got Bart in, but it was nothing more than a conspiracy.If it was a real fight with real swords and guns, the powerless Laurana would be unable to resist at all, but if it was said that she was playing tricks and tricking people, Laurana would definitely play him with applause.

But looking at the situation this time, the bald man obviously hasn't learned his lesson yet. He intends to catch Tika and threaten El, and then let El go to set the young lady up.This kind of old-fashioned gangster method may still be effective for ordinary people, but trying to deal with the eldest lady is tantamount to nonsense.

Recalling Bart's cold and vicious eyes that day, Al was convinced that this guy was not a mindless idiot, so this rough method was very intriguing.El didn't bother to guess what these smart people were thinking, so he might as well tell the young lady directly and see how she would respond.

Taking this matter to heart, El raised his head and couldn't help having a headache again. He saw Langa stuffing a whole piece of bacon the size of a fist into his mouth, choking and rolling his eyes.And the kobold was not annoyed when he was pushed aside, he picked up the meaty bone stick she threw away and gnawed happily, staring at him with a pair of small eyes, his eyes flickering.

Here is my real trouble.So far, the kobolds entrenched in Red Stone Ridge are still the official targets of Istaron's wanted and killed. El doesn't want to be charged with "collaborating with kobolds". This sounds too embarrassing and will make people laugh out loud .

"Mr. Apache, right? I recognize you, you are the leader of the group of kobolds." El gritted his teeth and knelt down to the kobolds and said, "Leaving aside how you sneaked into the city, first of all, I have to thank you You saved Tikka once, and then...what the hell are you trying to come to my house?"

"I know you too, archer, two foremen died under your arrows." Apache wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said coldly in his weird tone: "Don't worry, it's only natural for a warrior to die on the battlefield , I didn't come to seek revenge on you."

"Are you seeking revenge on me?" El was almost annoyed: "That also depends on your ability."

"According to our customs, if you eat something from your house, the hatred will be over." Apache put the meaty bones into his arms, glanced at Langa, and couldn't help but feel dejected: "I came out to find someone who was stolen by a traitor. But I didn’t expect her to have hatched. You shouldn’t have brought her home, the sacred object has no meaning to you humans, and you can’t feed her.”

"You mean this little thing is the holy thing you're looking for? It's really hard to feed..." El curled his lips. Since he calmed Langa down last night, the little thing has been eating non-stop , at least ate food five times her size, but her body didn't grow up at all. God knows where she digested all that food.

"Ordinary food can't meet her growth needs. Only fresh flesh and blood can breed the war king worm." Apache shook his head and said, "You can't afford her, and neither can my tribe. This ability is the only way to start wars, endless wars, and unrestrained killings, so that the war king worm can evolve."

"War King Bug?" El noticed the new vocabulary in Apache's mouth. He looked at Langa, and it was difficult for him to apply that terrifying-sounding name to this little thing.His understanding of the Zerg Race is limited to the legends of bards. As for the specific social structure, cultural customs and other issues of that race, he really doesn't know anything.

"If she is not allowed to touch fresh flesh and blood, what's wrong with eating ordinary food all the time, will it starve her to death?" El asked hurriedly.

"Who knows, in the underground world, the young war king worms are devoured by their own kind. These worms will never stop dying as soon as they meet. If you don't have enough strength, you might encounter catastrophe one day if you keep this thing." Apache patted his butt and stood up, tidying up his outfit: "It's getting late, I have to rush back to settle in the tribe. Archer, we all have our own families to take care of, I hope you can take care of yourself."

"Don't bother you, Mr. Kobold." El snorted coldly.He was touched by Apache's last words, but couldn't bear to agree with them.

Tikka stabbed El quietly, and he saved himself once anyway, such sarcastic remarks are not the way to treat guests.Seeing that the kobold was about to leave, she thought for a while and took out some bread from the basket, wrapped it in straw paper and handed it to Apache, saying, "Please take it on the road, Mr. Apache."

"Thank you, kind girl." Apache took the bread with his head drooping, and his paw touched Tika's finger inadvertently.He shivered suddenly, and quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

"Gaia bless you! Little girl, you are about to face disaster!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" El's face darkened, no one wanted to hear this kind of curse.

Apache ignored El's dissatisfaction, stared at the bewildered Tika, and muttered something.He took out his small shovel and slapped rhythmically on the floor.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

The geomancer tapped seven times with a small shovel, and his body trembled three times involuntarily.He regained his composure, stared at Tika and said word by word: "The dark poisonous snake is waiting for the opportunity, the puppet who pulls the string is against his will, the fireworks are brilliant under the night, and the saint comes to redeem the world..."

"What does all this mean?" Al was confused.

"I don't know either." Apache said blankly, putting away his shovel.

"You don't know either?" El grabbed Apache by the collar and lifted him up: "Don't pretend to be a ghost, tell me clearly!"

"Let go, El!" Tika came back to his senses, and hurriedly grabbed El's hand and begged: "Mr. Apache should have no malice, don't do this."

"I'm just a geomancer who can predict, not a sage who can interpret prophecies." Apache didn't struggle, and waited until El calmed down before continuing.

"I saw that the fate line ahead of her was cut off, and the end is here. Unless you take her away immediately, she will die because of you."

The hoarse voice of the kobold buzzed in El's ears, making him feel uneasy.He let go of Apache, and slowly settled himself into the chair.

Back in his hometown village, El might have kicked this pretender out of the house without saying a word, but now he couldn't help being a little dubious.

The dark poisonous snake waits for an opportunity, and the puppet who pulls the string does it against its will... These two inexplicable lines remind him of the entangled relationship between the magician girl and the cursed sect for no reason.

"It's okay, El." Tika hugged El from behind, and kissed him lightly on the face: "It's okay, El. Without you, I might have been killed by the villagers long ago I'm sure you can protect me, no problem."

"I should be the one to comfort you, idiot." El patted Tika's head, finally showing a smile on his face: "If there is danger, let's go. We don't need to take care of our parents, and we don't have children. You can leave at any time and live wherever you want.”

"Children or something..." Tika's little face immediately turned red.

"Okay, I'll tell the eldest lady about those hooligans now. Don't run around during this time, just pack our luggage at home and be ready to leave at any time." El settled down , said in a deep voice.

Apache had slipped to the door, and hearing El's words, he couldn't help showing a hint of sarcasm on his face.Out of his affection for the little girl, he expended his mental energy to do the divination, and some of the information he got during the divination made him terrified.But he also knew that the archer might not believe what he said.

What a stupid human being, is the trajectory of fate as simple as you imagined?
(End of this chapter)