At three o 'clock in the morning, thick dark clouds covered the moonlight. It was already past the time for obedient children to turn off their lights.
However, some matters that belonged to adults had just begun.
The sky was overcast, the ground was overcast, the fog was overcast, and the forest was overcast … as well as the men in black who were frantically running away like wild dogs.
Dozens of small teams were formed, and they all carried weapons. There were bows, guns, and swords. They were fully equipped.
The weapons on their backs that faintly glowed with flames were expensive fire magic enchantments. They were perfect for setting a house on fire.
As for the light yellow glow on the arrows, they were enchanted armor piercing arrows of the same weight as gold. They were usually only used to assassinate important targets.
Those who could afford to use such weapons obviously weren't ordinary newbie adventurers.
In fact, the men in black's bloody battle group, the Wild Dog Battle Group, was quite famous in Saul City.
They dared to take on any kind of business. They were famous for having no bottom line and being good at bloody fights.
Because they dared to take on war missions and dirty work, it was rumored that they were favored by the nobles. They were about to become the personal guards of the nobles, and could be considered outstanding.
At this time, they appeared in the suburbs with black cloth covering their faces. It was obvious that what they were doing wasn't something that could be exposed to the public.
Judging from their panicked eyes and their tattered leather armor, their mission was probably a failure.
The reason why they were running away like wild dogs was because they really were a bunch of defeated dogs.
"… Why, it's just an ordinary school. Why is there such a monster …"
The whispered conversation suddenly stopped. His companions turned around abruptly and noticed that the talkative man was already lying on the ground.
There was a cut on his neck. Under the moonlight, a silver needle that was about the length of a finger was reflecting a holy light.
One of the needles was piercing through his air hole.
Blood was all over the ground, but the unlucky man didn't die on the spot.
He grabbed his neck with both hands, exerting so much force that the bloody handprints were clearly visible. However, he still couldn't say a single word.
The blood and gravel on the ground were all over the place. His eyeballs were already protruding in the direction of his companions. His desire to live and his pleas for help couldn't be more obvious.
However, his companions didn't hesitate at all. They turned around and continued running for their lives.
Only a female priest with a cross on her chest seemed to be unable to bear the despair in their eyes. After running two steps, she couldn't bear the torment of her conscience and turned back to save her companions.
Seeing someone turn around, the Swordsman on the ground revealed a joyful expression. Seeing that it was the Priest who could save him, his joy instantly doubled.
"There's hope, there's hope. I can survive. "
Perhaps, only people in despair could express their excitement and joy so clearly with their eyes.
Close, close …. Just as the healing silver light was about to touch him, the swordsman's expression changed again.
His ecstasy transformed into astonishment, which then transformed into fear. Finally, it transformed into laughter filled with despair … He died in despair, but he didn't die alone.
His companion, the soft-hearted priestess, lay one step away from him, just within reach.
With the exact same wound in her windpipe, the woman couldn't even cry out in pain. Naturally, the healing chant had stopped. Now, it was her turn to struggle in the pool of blood.
After that, not a single kind-hearted person would stop to save her. She could only watch helplessly as her companions turned into black dots in the distance …. In the process, two more people silently collapsed.
"How wonderful. A kind soul has gone astray. Her final act of kindness was betrayed. Shepherd of the Aquarius Lord, do you have any last words?"
The murderer leisurely walked out from the shadows. With a satisfied and joyful smile, he asked the victim for her last words.
"Pitiful child, you have been abandoned. Will you curse them? Do you wish for them to accompany you? Or do you wish for them to die the same way as you? Alright, alright. As a Shepherd, let me hear your final words. "
Lowering his head, the murderer touched the priestess' lips and read her last words.
"Please, please … let, them, go?"
The murderer was stunned. He didn't expect the priestess' last words to be forgiveness.
"You're really a living saint. Even I was moved by you, so I let them go …. Ha, did you think I would say that? You're so boring. So boring, so boring that I don't even want to talk to you anymore. "
"Kacha."
If I don't want to talk to you, then please die.
With a crisp sound, under the slender silver boots, the priestess' skull shattered into pieces.
"Don't look at me with your eyes wide open. This is just a mission that must be completed. Yep, it's just a job. I'm not a murderer, and I don't like senseless killing. "
The unsatisfied hunter licked her lips. Blood and desire made her tender red lips even more seductive.
She stretched out her slender fingers and licked them with the tip of her tongue. Then, she placed them in the wind.
She looked ahead. The sound of the wind was transmitting information. The prey hadn't run far enough. Their numbers were sufficient. It was still early …. Was there any news better than this?
Tonight, she could hunt to her heart's content.
At her feet, the priestess' subordinates left behind two bloody words. Those were the last words she left behind in her final moments. That was the murderer's information.
"Black Blood Elf."
= = =
"We're almost out of the forest!"
Those who were familiar with Blood Wolf Dimon would never have imagined that as the leader of the Bloody Battle Wild Dogs, he would one day be in such a sorry state.
He had already lost his vampire heavy sword, which was enchanted with precious blood-sucking magic. In order to make it easier for him to escape, he only had his helmet left on his expensive and heavy Adamantine Heavy Armor. His previously unrestrained and heroic appearance was now replaced by fear from the bottom of his heart.
In the past, he made his opponents feel fear and despair. The bloodthirsty battlefield was the place where he felt alive the most.
He loved the battlefield and fighting. He believed that no matter how harsh the battlefield was, he was the chosen one who would always be able to survive.
This mentality always kept him on the brink of death. It was precisely this mentality that allowed the Bloody Battle Wild Dogs to reach where they were today.
But now, this berserker who was like a battlefield harvester was excited to see the edge of the forest.
Outside the forest was a plain. As long as they left the forest, the enemy's strange attacks would be ineffective. They would be able to escape. In fact, they might even be able to counterattack!
"… They're all elites. We came with thirty-six people, but only five are left in the end … No, as long as I'm alive, the Bloody Battle Wild Dogs will never end."
Di Meng was both sad and happy as he looked at his remaining five companions.
He was sad because too many of them had died, while he was happy because life and death was indeed a great test. Those who had survived until now were all the core members of the Bloody Battle Wild Dogs group that he favored the most. As long as they passed this threshold, the Bloody Battle Wild Dogs group would become even stronger.
"We're out!"
After passing through the towering trees and turning a corner, Di Meng suddenly saw a plain under the moonlight.
Di Meng was filled with joy as he looked at his companions beside him. However, he saw a scene that he would never forget.
The weapon grandmaster Shuerbai was also looking at him with joy. The top half of his head had already flown into the air, while the bottom half of his body was still behind him.
His arms, feet, and invisible threads cut off his limbs. Before Di Meng's ecstasy transformed into a pitiful howl, all that was left on the ground were a dozen or so pieces of flesh and blood.
Several golden threads stopped where Shuerbai had just been. Even the blood was unable to touch them.
Finally, Di Meng stopped. Next to his hand, the former weapon grandmaster Shuerbai's body was lying on the ground.
Blood energy surged in his mind as the berserk warrior suddenly expanded. At this moment, he could no longer hold himself back. .
"Bastard, come out. If you're a man, you should have the guts to fight me head-on. Those who hide in the shadows and stab others in the back are all cowards and cowards."
The berserker roared angrily in the open space. His despair and anger caused him to enter a deep berserk state.
"Heh heh, what year is this provocative line from?"
He didn't expect much of a provocation, but he actually received a response. Overjoyed, he ran towards the source of the sound.
"Ah!"
"Boss, it's a trap!"
Di Meng had only taken two steps when he turned around to discover that two of his last three companions had already died.
As if to make them scream, the silver needles had pierced their chests instead of their necks.
Di Meng closed his eyes in despair. At this moment, out of the core members of the battle group that he had fought with for five years, only his vice-captain Sophie was looking at him with despair.
This was an obvious trap. The direction of the attack was the opposite of the source of the sound.
"Aiyo, I'm sorry for fooling you. Hmm, as a sincere apology, how about I let you live? Hmm, I like the strong, so I'll let the strongest of you go."
What did she mean?
Di Meng's berserk state caused him to react slightly slower. However, Sophie had an expression of wild joy as she swung her heavy axe at him, causing him to instantly react.
"Old friend, you're insane … Damn it! You actually believed such an obvious lie? "
"… At the very least, it's possible."
Sophie's axe was the answer. The two of them exchanged blows, but Di Meng was surprised to discover that Sophie was holding back.
Di Meng met his old friend's gaze, and he instantly understood.
"You're faking it, then looking for an opportunity."
However, that female voice spoke up once again. This time, it was impossible to find the source.
"This is slander. I swear in the name of my race's God, the Blackblood Lord, that I never lie, Natasha."
Blackblood Lord? Blackblood elves? Damn it, didn't this mean that there was no hope at all?
After the ancient Dark Elf Main God Lorci died, some of the evil Dark Elves came to the surface. Under the guidance of the Moon Goddess, they transformed into the friendlier Gray Elves.
However, it was said that in the distant Underground World, some Dark Elves still persisted in their old ways. Slaughter, betrayal, and slaughter were common occurrences for them. These Dark Elves, a branch of the Dark Elves, worshipped the Blackblood Lord.
The name of a God couldn't be casually mentioned. In that case, the ones hiding in the shadows were definitely the Blackblood Elves. They were the cruelest killers and assassins.
Di Meng recalled the cruel legends of this species. For example, ten newborns would kill each other in order to preserve the "tradition" of the strongest being. Also, it was rumored that the Blackblood Elves were merciless in slaughtering others. Even Di Meng was shaken by this.
Natasha? Natasha Sue?! The rumored Blood Moon Reaper? She was the mega assassin who had single-handedly assassinated the Limestone City Lord two years ago.
And so, Di Meng made a decision.
The next instant, his last companion, the vice leader Sophie's head flew into the air. Sophie's face was still filled with disbelief and astonishment … Wasn't this supposed to be a fake fight?
"… I'm sorry, old friend. But as long as I'm alive, our blood, sweat, and tears won't end here!"
"Hahaha! Good job, old friend. I'm starting to like you a little. "
The woman in the air laughed maniacally, which made Di Meng's heart ache even more.
"Still, why do you always like to say such boring things? Why don't you just say that I want to live, so you can die? Yep, my lord is just so boring. He likes to use all sorts of pompous excuses to justify himself. "
This time, the voice came from the air again. Di Meng looked up and discovered that the Slaughterer in the shadows was actually standing right above him.
Golden threads as thin as hair twined around the ancient trees. A silver-haired, dark-skinned female elf was smiling at him from above.
"Over there!"
This was the first time Di Meng had seen the Slaughterer tonight. He wanted to take revenge. His berserker bloodline was furiously reminding him to tear her apart.
However, the Blackblood Elves' skin was even darker than the Gray Elves', which reminded Di Meng of the frightening power of the legendary species.
"… Your promise is still valid, right? Can I leave now?"
But in the end, reason suppressed his hatred. Since she dared to appear in front of him, she was probably trying to bait him into attacking her. Then, she would be able to kill him without breaking her promise.
See, who said that all berserkers were brainless idiots? There was no discrimination against job classes. How could anyone who lived to the very end be an idiot?
When Di Meng realized that he couldn't do anything, he was the one who gave the order to abandon his fallen companions. In that case, as the strongest person in the party, he was the most likely to survive.
"Yep, yep, please leave. Don't worry about me. After all, I've already completed my mission."
"… Mission?"
Di Meng had already stepped out of the forest, but he couldn't help but ask this question.
"I was supposed to stop you in this forest. Once you leave this forest, it won't be my mission anymore. He's waiting for you."
"Him!?"
Di Meng suddenly roared angrily. If he still didn't realize that he had been fooled, he would have truly gone berserk.
A hole opened up in the dark clouds in the sky, and silver moonlight shone down. Not far away, there was a mountain of flesh and corpses.
Him? The headless knight stood there. The vengeful spirits within the corpses were attracted to his shield, while his light red magic sword greedily devoured the fresh blood.
Several heads were tied to the headless knight's waist. Di Meng discovered that they were all familiar faces.
"A three-headed dragon? A red war chariot? Gray Wednesday? Baron Enke of the mastermind? "
These were all celebrity battle groups that were much stronger than his own battle group, and there were even nobles behind the scenes. Di Meng smiled wryly at himself.
It would seem that his head wasn't qualified to be tied to the headless knight's corpse.
[Natasha, toying with your prey is a bad habit.]
The headless knight, who was the model of humility in the eyes of his classmates, used his writing board to complain to the slaughterer in midair.
Then, he picked up his bloodthirsty magic sword that was black with a tinge of red, and solemnly performed a standard knight salute to his final opponent for the night.
[Xiluo Empire's second-level knight Lynn, from the country of the undead, invites you to a duel to the death.]
Di Meng smiled wryly as he picked up his old friend's battle axe and charged forward for the final time …
And then, as expected, he was sliced in half and tossed into the pile of corpses behind him.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you make it sound so nice. You've probably killed far more than me."
[You're too picky with your food. You let too many through the forest. What if they manage to escape? I didn't bring any magic armor …]
At this moment, a silver signal flare appeared on the horizon. This meant that all the invaders had been eliminated, and tonight's hunt had come to an end.
The black elf jumped down as well. With a shake of her slender hands, she gathered her golden threads under her sleeves and tied up all the silver needles she collected.
By the time the battlefield was cleaned up and the two of them returned to the academy, it was almost dawn.
Outside the academy, the rumbling magic armors had also finished their defensive duties and were preparing to return to their hangars.
As for the gray elf instructors who were the pilots … With their heavy dark circles and accumulated hatred as proof, they hadn't had a good rest for a month.
Who was at fault for having to attend classes during the day and work at night?
What was this about the wood spirits and gray elves' long-cherished wish? Could it be compared to having to work overtime without overtime pay? This was probably the true reason why they were angry at a certain newbie.
At the academy's entrance, the black elf was still tying her long silver hair into thick and long braids.
"Okay, it's done. I'll beat up that heartless bastard again tomorrow. Otherwise, I won't be able to balance myself. Let's hurry up and enter the next stage. Otherwise, I really won't be able to take it. "
The girl bit down on the rubber band she used to tie up her hair. The moment she entered the academy, something silently changed.
Her dark skin became snow-white, and her silver hair became black. She put on a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses, and suddenly shook her head. The class president, Natasha Su Nanna, had returned to the academy.
And then … she suddenly crouched down. Her expression of joy and satisfaction after a slaughter was suddenly filled with despair.
[What's the matter? Did something go wrong? Did someone manage to escape?]
Lynn was rather astonished to see this. Just what could make a black elf reveal such an expression? Could it be that someone had truly managed to escape from her?
"… I didn't do my homework. I came out too early yesterday, so I didn't finish any of my homework. I still have to prepare the registration form for the sports competition. It'll take me at least three hours to finish. There's less than two hours left until the morning reading starts! It's over. I won't be able to make it in time. That bastard's going to secretly laugh at me again! Why did I have to share a desk with that bastard? No, I have to at least find a reason to beat him up, or else I won't be able to take it! "
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