Around midnight, Natha and the other three Wood Elves heard the signal from their nearby companions and immediately rushed over.
From afar, Natha could smell the thick stench of blood. When she arrived at the campsite, she saw four corpses and a groaning human mercenary with arrows in his legs …
"What's going on?!"
The Wood Elves who rushed over were caught off guard by the scene. Hugo, who had sent the signal, answered absentmindedly, "Bring … bring them back first. I'll talk to the village chief …"
"You did it? This … this is the human who attacked Aixen this morning?! "
The Wood Elves exclaimed as they examined the corpses. They then pulled Hugo to ask questions. Natha, on the other hand, walked directly to the corpse of a mercenary with three arrows stuck in its body. When her gaze swept over the feathers of the arrows, her expression changed slightly.
Reaching out to pull one out, Natha gently pinched the faint mark on the tail of the arrow …
It's him! He did this!
Inexplicably, Natha clenched the arrow in her hand. Her usually calm heart actually had an impulse.
She immediately looked around. In the dark forest, there was no sign of that guy.
Among the dead mercenaries, only one was killed by an arrow. The other three were directly hacked to death in close combat. The most exaggerated one was the one who had lost an arm and a leg. The blood splattered on the ground showed the fierceness of the battle …
The Wood Elves had ugly expressions on their faces. Hunting was hunting, killing was killing. They were not used to seeing corpses like this. They could not get an answer to Hugo's questions either … He seemed to be frightened and refused to say anything. He only wanted to return to the village as soon as possible.
Not long after, more Wood Elves arrived and immediately discussed how to bring the corpse and the mercenary back. As for Natha, who had arrived first … She stood silently at the side, only staring at the arrow in her hand. Her eyes flashed, no one knew what she was thinking.
*****
On a big tree three hundred meters away, Roddy yawned. He never thought that his former mentor would look at his arrow in deep thought. At this time, Roddy raised his eyebrows and looked at his [Reputation Bar]. He muttered in surprise, "How can this increase my Reputation Bar?"
In his field of vision, the [Reputation Bar] showed that his Rose Cross Reputation had increased by 4 points. He frowned and pondered for a long time, and finally came to the conclusion that those greedy mercenaries might be related to the Rose Cross Mercenaries.
But as for what force it was, he was too lazy to guess. If they didn't court death, they wouldn't die. This group of people had robbed him, so they really couldn't blame others.
It was getting late, so he closed the interface and laid down on the tree trunk to sleep.
Stretching his body, Roddy thought of all the threats and promises he had made to Hugo, and for some reason, he wanted to laugh.
In his memory, Hugo had been a member of the defense team of Ersa Village since year 590. Because of his upright personality, he always offended people, so he only became the captain of the defense team in year 595. It sounded like a tough job, but it didn't matter to him. He strolled around the village all day, occasionally giving out small tasks, and lived a good life.
But at that time, Ersa Village was already open to humans. But now, Roddy hoped that Hugo would become the "bridge" between him and the Wood Elves. Although Hugo, who was a nationalistic youth, didn't seem too reliable, in Roddy's mind, he was still better than the taciturn Natha.
"What the hell is this mercenary group doing? Do they want to start a war with the Wood Elves? They're all so short-sighted. Opening a trade route and getting a share of taxes is much more profitable than selling slaves … "
A tree trunk was not as comfortable as a tent, so Roddy couldn't help but grumble. But a few seconds after he finished, he suddenly sat up with his eyes wide open, as if his eyes were filled with the light of gold coins …
If he could be the first to open a trade route to Ersa Village, wouldn't he make a lot of money?!
*****！ It's year 588 now! Isn't such an opportunity right in front of me?!
*****
The next morning.
"Lord Kevin, two of the four squads that went to explore the Wood Elves' village had a battle with them. Three were killed, seven were injured, and we lost contact with a team of five. Also, this is a letter sent by the scouts today, an urgent letter from Lord Jacad. "
The number of casualties was not low, but it was not unbearable. The main thing was that the letter in Kevin's hand had a big background — "Jacad" was Gallup's former superior.
Kevin yawned, took the letter, and said casually, "Looks like they can make do with it. Then, let's start with yesterday's plan. First, go to the three places to confirm the location of the 'big guy'. Be careful not to kill too many people. Then, lure it directly to the village, and let the elves' work 'for us. "
As he spoke, he unsheathed his sword and swung it in the air. A dense frost energy appeared on the blade, and the temperature in the air dropped a little. "Tell them that when we get the village, they can do whatever they want with the elves. They can do whatever they want with them, dead or alive. That's all, go and make the arrangements. "
"Yes, Lord Kevin."
The deputy leader was already used to such cruel orders. Like a puppet, he bowed his head and left. Not long after, the noises of the mercenaries grew louder. Each and every one of them shouted that they were going to carry out a mission.
Kevin looked at the mercenaries in the distance with a mocking expression, and turned around to return to the tent.
Although he always kept his distance from his subordinates, Kevin always found a way to balance and easily control them. This could be considered as a kind of abnormal "charisma". Although his methods were bloody and criticized, ever since he killed a family of five just for a mouthful of food at the age of 16, Kevin could not be bothered to care what others thought of him.
In his eyes, human life was like grass, and should be abandoned.
He leisurely flipped open the letter in his hand, and after a few glances, his brows furrowed slightly.
"Such an inconspicuous archer was able to kill Gallup? His luck is too bad. "
Obviously, the Viper Cross had gradually investigated the cause of Gallup's death through their complicated intelligence network. After more than a month, they had finally locked on to this inconspicuous figure.
"Roddy? Scout leader? Are you kidding me? "
Curling his lips, Kevin's palm suddenly burst into flames, and the letter was burned to ashes. "You want me to speed up the progress of the mission, and you want me to settle the score with this nuisance of a scout leader, and you want me to find out news about Akasha? Lord Jackad is really amazing, his ability to order people around is stronger than anyone else, tsk tsk. "
Although he was complaining, he still walked out of the tent, and shouted at the mercenaries who were preparing to scout the team, "Hurry up! Three teams set off to scout the path together, the earlier we finish the mission, the higher the salary by three silver coins! "
Amidst the chaotic cheers, the mercenaries rushed out of the camp, and rushed towards the predetermined location.
"We can't rush it. Out of these three things, only Akasha is a little tempting."
Kevin muttered to himself, and returned to the tent.
And this loyal lackey of the Viper Cross naturally did not know that Akasha, who had been labeled as a "traitor" by the Church, was currently only three kilometers away from him.
The Iron Horse Mercenary Group, which only had eight members, looked much worse off than the Blood Shield Mercenary Group. Their equipment was crude, and even the tents in the camp were full of patches. But fortunately, the members of the group were more harmonious, and they took care of each other. Although they were not strong, ever since Akasha joined them, they finally had the strength to try their luck in the outer perimeter of the forest.
It had to be said that having a "Priest of Light" in the group was a very strong help for such a group. As long as there was breath left, light injuries could eventually be healed with the help of healing spells. Although the effects of divine spells would be weakened after frequent use, it could still preserve one's life and combat strength, which was especially important for a mercenary group operating in the wild.
At this moment, in a small camp with four tents, Akasha was waving goodbye to her companions who were preparing to go hunting. There were a total of eight people in the group, and for a woman like Akasha who had no experience in the forest, there was no need for her to participate in hunting missions. So every time, she and another companion stayed behind to guard the camp.
"Akasha, are you injured? You look very pale. "
The mercenary who stayed behind to guard the camp sniffed, and looked at Akasha with a gaze that was always trying to suppress his emotions. Although the veiled woman in front of him was very beautiful, and her body was unbelievably voluptuous, everyone knew that she was the biggest guarantee for the group to hunt in the Silent Forest. So no one dared to be disrespectful to her, and everyone was very polite.
"I'm a priest, of course I won't be injured."
Akasha, who used a fake name, shook her head. Even though she was wearing a veil, but through the exposed skin, one could imagine that her face was actually very pale. Her pair of dark circles made her look like a panda, and her voice was also a little weak.
This answer was reasonable, and the mercenary only thought that it was an illusion. He looked up at the gloomy sky, and walked out of the camp to stand guard.
Akasha, who stayed here, slowly exhaled, trying hard to suppress the side effects of anemia. The "punishment of whipping" was still ongoing. Needless to say, the pain every night was needless to say. What worried her more was that ever since she almost lost her life in Hollier City, her body had never recovered.
"Quickly finish the mission and go back …"
Akasha, whose lips had already lost all color, could only pray so silently. In this forest, she couldn't tell the direction at all. The only choice was to wait for the mercenary group to finish hunting and return to Giger Town. To earn some salary, she needed more rest and food. She was very clear … that if she continued to rely on healing spells to survive under such harsh conditions, she was afraid that she really wouldn't live for long.
With such a sense of urgency in her heart, Akasha couldn't help but worry about her future. When she was saved by Captain Roddy, she left so that she could have the determination to completely "break with" her past self … But the shadow of "Viper Cross" and "Rose Cross" couldn't fade away. If she wanted to live in the future, she had to either solve the problem head-on, or continue to struggle at death's door. Such a problem was imminent …
In the quiet camp, Akasha was lost in thought about such a problem, but suddenly, she suddenly stood up and looked around with a puzzled gaze.
The surrounding sounds seemed to have disappeared all of a sudden.
This feeling was as if someone had suddenly blocked her ears. She could clearly see the giant tree swaying with the wind, but the original rustling sound could not be heard at all. Akasha raised her hand and released a 'Holy Shield'. Then, she saw the mercenary who was on guard also rushed over. He looked around with a puzzled face. When he opened his mouth to speak, his voice seemed to come from a very far place — — — — -
"What's the situation?"
Akasha shook her head. She also didn't understand what happened, but instinctively felt her heart palpitate … That was the fear of the existence of a higher existence in the food chain —
In the next moment, the forest in the distance seemed to shake in unison. Then, hundreds of thousands of birds suddenly flew up into the sky. The originally gloomy sky seemed to be covered by a dark cloud in an instant. The birds scattered in all directions, making the originally tranquil deep forest look like a scene from the end of the world when a natural disaster was about to befall!
"That is …"
The mercenary holding the long sword looked ahead with a dignified expression. The birds flew over his head, and after the noise gradually disappeared, a dull buzzing sound echoed in his ears — he suddenly thought of something, and his face instantly lost all color. He turned his head and shouted: "Run! Run quickly! "
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