rune hunter

Chapter 7

The distance between the city and the village was not short, and even with El's footwork, it was late at night.The villagers are all asleep, only the lord's house is still lit.

Tika fell asleep alone on the table, was awakened by the noise, and found that his face was covered with saliva.She wiped her face with her sleeve in a panic, picked up the candlestick and ran to the door, only to breathe a sigh of relief when she saw El's figure.

When she saw the girl in El's arms, she couldn't help frowning, scolding herself for being stupid for staying up late.However, the girl was kind and simple in nature, so she quickly put her unhappiness behind her, and instead became worried about the girl who didn't know the situation.

"Is this the noble lady from the city? What's the matter with her?" Tika asked in a worried voice while opening the bedroom door.

"It's nothing, let her sleep well." El gently put the girl on the bed and covered her with a quilt.Tiana remained vigilant even in her deep sleep. As soon as she touched the soft mattress, her body trembled subconsciously, trying hard to open her eyes.

"It's okay, relax, there is no danger here, you can take a good rest, I am here." El patted her shoulder clumsily, and under his soft comfort, the girl finally calmed down.

"Go to rest first, and cook some porridge for her tomorrow morning...and milk and fruit." El turned around and said to Tika, and the little maid nodded reluctantly.

"Okay, don't lose your temper, she is a great benefactor who made potions for us." El smiled and rubbed Tika's head.Of course he could see the little girl's jealousy, the innocent Tika always put expressions on his face.

Facing Tika, who grew up together since childhood, El can fight with her without any psychological burden, even flirting with her.But in front of Tiana, he didn't even dare to speak too rudely, even if he hugged the girl in his arms, he was only secretly happy in his heart and didn't dare to take advantage of the opportunity.

Tiana is born with a noble temperament, like a holy lotus that can only be seen from a distance.Thinking of this, El couldn't help but feel even more troubled. He realized that his feeling was due to low self-esteem and lack of self-confidence.

After recovering, El realized that he was still touching Tika's head. The little maid lowered her head and her face was as red as an apple. She seemed to be pouting, but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, showing a cute look of shyness and enjoyment. .

"Don't go to bed yet, are you waiting to serve me?" El rapped on her head in embarrassment.

"I don't want it!" Tika stuck out her tongue, made a face, and ran away quickly.

Molesting the girl I have a crush on in front of the girl I have a crush on, turns out we are already scumbags.El curled his lips, observed Tiana's movements with a guilty conscience, and secretly despised himself in his heart.

Blowing out the candles, leaning against the bed and sitting quietly for a while, it was considered a short rest.Al knew that the long night had not yet passed, though he had been traveling all day.

When he left the city with Tiana, he was already being watched by something.As a hunter, he was all too familiar with the feeling of thorns on his back.In the vast forest, no one is sure whether he is a hunter or a prey.The oriole catches the cicada, and the praying mantis follows. This is the most primitive and cruel law of survival in nature.

It seemed that the other party was also aware of Tiana's current situation, and it was impossible for the girl to recover.The best time to act is actually tonight, and there are less than three hours before dawn.

In the darkness, two faint blue rays of light bloomed silently, El clenched the bow and arrow in his hand, with a sinister smile on his face.

Although I don't know how much the spread of the plague has to do with you, but if you dare to step into my jungle, you must be prepared to be hunted!
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The night is the home of undead creatures, but it is also the hunting time for nocturnal animals in the forest.

From the moment he entered the mountain, Cross felt the resistance from the forest.Countless pairs of eyes were watching him and his ghoul troops in the night, and the sharp howls and deep roars of wild beasts could be heard from time to time, and the brutal killing intent in the air was suffocating.

If a druid were to command these beasts at this time, he would have no doubt that the 20 or so ghouls around him would be torn to pieces in an instant.

Cross wiped the cold sweat off his brow, secretly glad in his heart.The higher-ups don't need him as a little commander to deal with the real druids, and what he has to do now is not to confront the forest head-on.

Unlike the Divin priest who specializes in witchcraft, he belongs to the cursed sect apologist knight, also known as the disaster knight.Although he doesn't have powerful spells, he can command a large number of ghouls to fight.This is actually just an exchange of interests. He worked his life for the Cursed Sect in exchange for benefits, and there was no question of faith at all.

There was a hoarse roar behind him, and another ghoul became entangled in bushes and brambles.Fortunately, there was no blood in their bodies, and their flesh and blood also exuded the smell of corpses, which could not attract the interest of wild animals.Cross raised his hand, and the black robe on his body showed a green light, and the bush immediately withered.

The soldiers who fell behind broke free from their restraints, but Cross' mood did not improve, and the progress of the march had already fallen behind the planned time.Through the eyes of the gargoyle, he saw the hunter holding the girl walking like flying in the forest, but he didn't realize that it was not the road that ordinary people walked, which made it difficult for him to walk now.

What made Cross even more depressed and helpless was that Diwen did not come here on the pretext of recovering from his injuries, and now there is no second person around him to let him vent his emotions with cynicism.After all, he himself is not a real undead creature, but a fallen nobleman who surrendered to the curse sect.

Everyone will be afraid in the face of death, some people will rise up and fight, and naturally some people will bend down and submit.The Cult of the Damned has always welcomed powerful people to join, but if they want to gain higher power and status, they must make corresponding contributions.

If he can catch the Snake of Dancing Light, this credit is enough for him to raise two ranks within the sect.Through observing him, he confirmed that the girl must also be a nobleman. The nobles have their own methods of communication and established rules. Cross is not worried that the girl will hate him for this.

Just as he was thinking about the loopholes in his plan, a lump of foul-smelling objects fell from the sky and fell right in the middle of the troops.Cross frowned, and directed a ghoul to scoop up the thing, which was found to be the guts of some kind of animal.

Oops!Cross realized that he had stepped into a trap. He looked up, only to see layers of tree branches, and the attacker had long since disappeared.But the other party's real purpose has been achieved, and the strong smell of blood immediately stimulated the surrounding nocturnal creatures.

In the shadows of the trees, countless pairs of blood-red eyes surrounded them. The first ones to appear were bald hyenas. As scavengers, they didn't mind the stench of ghouls at all.Next came the wolves, and their targets were concentrated on the army horse under Cross's seat.

"Team up!" Cross gritted his teeth and shouted, the black robe on his body flashed green light again, and the ghoul quickly protected him in the middle.

I don't know which side launched the attack first, the undead monster and the sharp teeth of the beast bit together.The ghouls are mighty, but the beasts are outnumbered and growing.The scene was a mess in the dark.

Cross drew out his long sword, and the blade was covered with a green shimmer. He steered his mount, rushed to the strongest wild wolf, and swung his sword down.The sword edge swept across the wolf's shoulder, drawing a long wound.The wild wolf frantically tried to fight back, but the wounds on its body began to rot and fester at a speed visible to the naked eye. When it bit the horse's leg, it lost its strength, and soon fell to the ground and convulsed into a ball.

The Calamity Knight, who succeeded in one strike, didn't have the heart to think about the fate of the beast. The moment he drew his sword, he suddenly felt as if his whole body had fallen into a cave of ice.Behind his unsuspecting side, two faint blue lights emerged in the dark, powerful killing intent locked him, followed by a feather arrow as fast as lightning.

Cross had time to turn his body sideways, and used his shoulder to block the feathered arrow that shot at his head.The feather arrow carried astonishing power, and instantly tore the black robe on his shoulders and the metal armor hidden inside, revealing his body, and the cold arrow rubbed against his cheek, leaving a trail of blood.

With a cry of pain, Cross clutched his shoulders and fell off the horse. A ball of dazzling green light burst out from the black robe on his body, turning into a huge wavy ring and spreading around.But all the beasts touched by this green light all foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground to die.

Passively stimulated the solidified "Poison Nova", indicating that this hard-won disaster shirt has been scrapped, which made Cross feel even more heartbroken.When he came back to his senses, he found that four of the ghouls under his command had been wiped out by the archer.

The flaming feathered arrows accurately penetrated the eye sockets of the ghouls, crushing and roasting their brains.The archer stood far away on a rock, not hiding his figure.This kind of behavior seduced three ghouls to rush at him, but naturally they never returned, and the surroundings soon returned to silence.

Cross quickly gathered the remnants of his troops with more than half of the casualties, secretly cursing Diwen's cunning and shamelessness.The old guy didn't mention that it was a hard nail at all, but just emphasized the weakness of the Dancing Light Snake.And he also mistook the other party for an ordinary person, and made a foolish mistake of underestimating the enemy.

When he thought of those cold blue eyes, he shuddered a little.

"Blue-eyed hunter, I respect your strength. I am Sir Cross Farrell from Yankshire in the north." He leaned on his sword and shouted into the woods.

"Before this, we were strangers, and we had no grievances or enmities. Why can't we have a good talk?"

(End of this chapter)