Night Raven Master

Chapter 22 Death Strikes
The difference between monsters and ordinary beasts lies in their extraordinary power.

Just like the difference between an ordinary professional and an extraordinary professional.

However, this is not the first time that everyone has faced this kind of monster.

The muscles in Sanger's arm tensed, and he jerked back and stabbed, and the ability of the one-eyed snake badger was used instead. In an instant, there was an extra bloodstain on its body.

The One-Eyed Snake Badger flinched and was about to back away, but at this moment, a dagger struck and pierced its neck.

"Squeeze!!!"

The beast with sharp fangs opened its mouth, and bit back at Hope's wrist, the snake tail swinging behind also opened its mouth, and its fine teeth also wanted to leave a mark on his wrist.

However, Hope, who had experienced many battles, grinned, let go of the dagger, and jumped back.

The one-eyed snake badger who failed to attack was stunned, Sanger stepped forward, and slashed down with his long sword. With a soft sound, the one-eyed snake badger's neck was cut open, and blood spurted out with a stench.

Under the serious injury, the body of the One-Eyed Snake Badger fell to the ground, its limbs fluttered and struggled chaotically, and the snake's tail waved and bit indiscriminately, until a gray shadow passed by and completely severed the snake's tail.

Looking at the broken snake tail, Hope grinned, stepped forward and stepped on the badger's head, the dirty sole hit its eyeball.

"Roft! Let's get skinned!" After pulling out his dagger, he smiled and greeted his friend Roft.

However, the answer he got surprised him.

"Come back soon!"

"Hope! Come back!"

The tense expressions on everyone's faces made his hairs stand on end, and he threw himself towards the team. After rolling to the ground in embarrassment, he stood up.

"How come there are so many!?"

Hope's eyes widened, and the right hand holding the dagger trembled slightly.

In the dense fog, figures slowly appeared one by one, the huge one-eyed and hissing snake tail——

More than fifty, no, a hundred one-eyed snake badgers had surrounded them at some point.

It wasn't just the One-eyed Snake Badger, the sound of flapping wings caught their attention.

Red and black crows were already standing on the surrounding branches.

Those scarlet eyes and blood-red paws——the number of blood crows is more than a hundred.

"how come!?"

Everyone's face was full of despair, even Thorndike, the indifferent swordsman, showed fear on his face.

Art ran forward as hard as he could, and within a short time, he had reached the outside of the forest.

The black crow Gloria was flying high in the sky in front of him. It was more than 1000 meters above the ground, and it could clearly see the scenery outside the forest, leading him out of the forest.

He who could sense the position of the black crow kept running in that direction.

"Huh——" His weak physique had already made him out of breath. After the sense of crisis emerged, he kept running, and the straight line distance of more than three kilometers also made it difficult for him to sustain his physical strength.

He couldn't hold it any longer, and propped his hands on the tree next to him, his spirit was completely infected by the dizziness caused by physical exertion and lack of oxygen from running.

While panting, his eyes subconsciously looked back.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, this look made him panic.

A piece of red permeated the forest, and the fog was reflected by the red background into the color of blood.

Red crows are standing on the branches, dyeing the whole forest red.

Without any hesitation, he turned his head and ran, some cold air passed through the nasal cavity and trachea, and was poured into the lungs, bringing a tingling sensation.

And the bloody crows didn't intend to attack him, they just stood on the branches and looked at him from a distance.

Desperate screams filled the woods behind them.

300 meters away, a figure staggered out of the fog.

"Whoosh-"

Hope, a low-level thief, found an opportunity when the gray wolf mercenary group was besieged, escaped from the one-eyed badger and the blood crow, and tried his best to escape.

Even so, there were countless wounds on his body, and the blood stained his face and body bright red.

One wobbled, his foot carved into a protruding tree root, and he fell face-to-face on the ground.

Running with all his strength exhausted his physical strength, and this fall made it impossible for him to get up again.

The desperate cries of his companions echoed in his ears.

However, there was a glimmer of hope in his heart.

The cry of the one-eyed snake badger and the sound of the blood crow's wings did not come.

In other words, I still have hope to escape.

"Hurry up. Hurry up." Hope stared, stretched out his palms, and grabbed the roots in front of him.

snort--

There was the sound of flapping wings.

Hope raised his head and looked forward. The bloody crow landed in front of his palm, and its bloody claws landed on the roots of the tree.

No matter how high the line of sight is, blood red spreads across the high field of vision. It is not the eyeballs that are stained red by blood, but the huge group of blood crows.

Her lips trembled, despair extinguished the last hope in her heart.

A bloody curtain fell from the sky.

In the distance, a group of one-eyed snake badgers watched from a distance. Although their number exceeded one hundred, the number of blood crows was more than one hundred?
They also dare not provoke.

In less than 2 minutes, the bloody curtain rose from the ground, leaving only a dry human skeleton wrapped in a dry cloth and two petite crow skeletons.

A dry dagger lay beside it.

The blood crow that was killed by the struggling Hope with a dagger became the food of other blood crows in an instant, not even a trace of blood left.

Although blood crows are only low-level monsters, their special power allows them to easily take away the blood of the wounded. When the number becomes large, even powerful monsters dare not provoke them.

Art, who survived the catastrophe, finally left the forest.

However, even after he left the forest, he didn't dare to stay. While panting, he staggered forward, trying to stay away from the forest of depression as much as possible.

He didn't stop until he was about five kilometers away from the outermost edge of the Forest of Melancholy. Looking back, there were no monsters or beasts chasing him out.

Relieved, he lay on the ground and gasped
When he stopped, Gloria the Crow also fell from the sky and landed beside him.

The black beak arched his cheek.

"No more trouble," he gasped, his body exhausted to the limit.

The black crow blinked and looked at Art, who had closed his eyes. It turned its head and looked into the distance. With a flap of its wings, its body flew up again.

"call--"

Although he could vaguely sense that Colora was leaving, he had no energy to control it.

While panting, he unconsciously started to meditate.

[Meditation · Night Poetry] in the system bar lightened slightly, showing the status of use, and a small symbol appeared behind it.

【Deep Meditation】

"The jingle of coins dangling at the lion's waist disturbed the sleep of the night."

"The elf of the night played the flute of death."

"Wade deeper into the mire every day, and cut through their stupidity with brazen wit."

"Using their brains to glue and shape golems."

"I am an incompetent blue-blooded person, a person without honor, who only considers himself a king."

In the spiritual sea infected by the darkness like night, a singing sounded.

I don't know who is singing the poem, elegant and quiet.

"Wandering in the night, impotent elf,"

"Born in the night, dying in the night."

The spirit is recovering quickly, however, the recovery of physical strength has not been affected by meditation, and the body that is completely occupied by exhaustion is still the same.

At this moment, Yate is in a strange state, just like other spellcasters when they are exhausted, physically exhausted, but extremely active.

What was consumed was mainly physical energy, and mental energy was not consumed at all.

It didn't take long for him to meditate, and he felt that his spiritual power became full.

Afterwards, the full spiritual power was gradually transformed into spiritual energy.

not at all

Subconsciously, Yate began to outline the inscription according to his memory - the rune engraved inscribed in the spiritual sea.

Wizards can cast spells by combining engravings to form words or patterns, filling them with spiritual energy.

This was the brief instruction given to him by the earl, and he also showed him a list of 110 runes that apprentice wizards needed to engrave in the spiritual sea.

Elementary apprentices need to outline nine inscriptions, middle-level apprentices need 27 inscriptions, and advanced apprentices need 81 inscriptions.

To become a low-level apprentice, he needs to successfully engrave the first nine in his mind.

If you want to cast low-level spells, you need the arrangement and combination of these nine inscriptions to form a "spell arrangement".

If it is represented by a program, memorizing inscriptions is to remember the most basic function commands, and spell arrangement is the combination of commands to form a command line.

Although he has a system, if he can improve through self-learning, he can undoubtedly save a lot of skill points.

In fact, none of this is important, the most important thing is to escape.

However, extreme physical fatigue made him unable to move at all, so in desperation, he began to outline the inscription.

In the future, we must find a spell that can restore physical strength, such as the [Feedback Dedication] that the crow mage can learn at lv8.

If you want to output, you have to survive first, so that you have a chance to output.

At this moment, Yate felt that this truth was very correct.

Taking a deep breath, ignoring the pain from his limbs, Art began to outline the inscription.

The mental power fluctuated in the spiritual sea. He had been away from the earl's castle for nearly ten days. During this time, he had been groping, and now he had figured out something.

Cautiously, the mental power was stirred up, forming a vague symbol.

It is the first inscription symbol in the inscription table, which seems to be some kind of ancient text.

call--

The soreness from his body caused his mental strength to fluctuate, and the carefully constructed inscription instantly shattered.

Then, a burst of unbearable pain came from the spiritual sea.

In an instant, he passed out.

(End of this chapter)