Path of light

Chapter 34 34. Killer

Countless raindrops hit the sea,

The strong wind whipped the waves towards the shore,

Waves of waves hit the rocks on the shore and exploded into countless water droplets.

He swam out from the sea secretly, with a dark fin on his dark back, and the fin almost stuck to his back.

He spread his arms and upper fins, controlled the direction of swimming, twisted his tail left and right, and quietly approached the black reef.

The waves pushed him onto a rock. After the waves rolled over, his body almost touched the reef full of oysters. The heavy rain poured on him, which made him more flexible.

He climbed up the black reef and kept getting closer to the coastline...

…

The dusk in the rain,

The light is dim,

Two sailors with beer bellies were running quickly on the beach carrying buckets, trotting towards the port.

Their fat bodies made it impossible for them to run on the beach. Raindrops kept hitting their bodies, heads, and faces, and flowed into their eyes, making them squint.

The two crew members ran along the coastline, leaving two rows of clear footprints on the beach.

There is a black reef ahead. After crossing the reef and running a few hundred meters ahead, you can reach the edge of the pier.

The two sailors were already wet, and the waves kept hitting their ankles.

A fish in the bucket was thrown out, fell into the sea with a thud, turned into a black shadow and disappeared.

One of the fat sailors immediately cursed, glanced at the two fish left in the bucket, and had to slow down.

Anyway, we are still wet. If we go back earlier and later, it will not be the same...

If the last two fish in the bucket also jumped out, he would probably only have black bread and cabbage for dinner.

He wanted to call out to his companion who was running ahead, but as soon as he opened his mouth, rainwater rushed into his mouth.

He quickly spit out two mouthfuls of saliva and continued to trot forward...

…

He lay on the rocks and waited for the opportunity, a trace of malice flashing in his eyes.

There were strange fish gills on the green cheeks, a few fine braids on the head, ears attached to both sides of the head, and the face was almost as ferocious as an evil ghost.

The two arms are about one meter long, and the body is covered with blue scales. There are black fins on the back. The upper part of the body looks like a human being, but below the waist is a fish tail that is more than two meters long.

When he saw the two human sailors on the coastline, his eyes with golden threads instantly became larger.

Even his breathing became heavier. He took out a sharp dagger from his waist and bit it in his mouth before sliding silently from the reef into the sea water.

He nimbly maneuvered around the rocks and into waist-deep water.

We were very close to the beach, and the figures of the two human sailors dozens of meters away became increasingly clear in the heavy rain.

A big wave surged up, pushing his body quickly towards the shore.

He swung the fish tail behind him vigorously, and the thrust of the waves and the acceleration of swimming made him rush out of the waves like a Dolly Arrow.

So close.

He opened his arms, swung his fish tail, and pounced on the human sailor who fell behind.

The human sailor was bald, 185 centimeters tall, with a tattoo of an anchor on his back ear, a neatly trimmed beard on his chin, and thick arms.

His fat belly pulled his lumbar spine into an exaggerated 'S' shape, making him feel like he was about to spit out the lungs in his chest if he took a few steps.

He didn't even dare to breathe violently to avoid choking the rain into his trachea.

He is just a cook on the ship, and his biggest hobby is sleeping with interracial women of different styles in the port.

It was rare to have a day off, but he was unlucky. He lost all the last coins in his pocket the night before, so he could only go to the beach with his fishing rod and fish to kill time.

The fishy-smelling black shadow pounced on his back, and the sticky, cold arms strangled his neck severely - if that was still a neck.

The human sailor saw a blue arm covered with scales, and the other hand with fins was holding a sharp dagger...

The dagger cut into the thick fat under his neck, and found the trachea under the fat...

A bright light flashed across...

Blood gushes from his throat.

He couldn't even cry out. He covered his throat with his hands and fell into the sea water. The blood that rushed out instantly dyed the surrounding sea water red.

The strength in his body drained away rapidly, and he struggled to stand up and call out to his companions in front of him.

But the sound of waves and rain covered everything up until he lost his last bit of strength and fell softly into the sea.

His fat body was carried by the waves and pushed onto the beach.

The heavy rain washed away the blood on his body...

…

The sailor in front was running and found that there was no movement behind him.

He subconsciously glanced back and found that his companion had fallen on the beach, with the bucket and fishing rod in his hand thrown far away.

He wanted to curse:

‘This damn weather! ’

When the waves receded, they swept away the fine sand under his feet, almost causing him to fall into the water.

There was no one to be seen on the beach, and the heavy rain made the surrounding scenery extremely blurry.

He thought that his companion just fell accidentally and needed his help. Without thinking, he turned around and ran back in the rain...

When I ran to my companion, I found that his entire face was buried in the sand, and there was a trace of blood flowing out of his neck.

He squatted down with some caution, turned his body over, and lay on his back, only to find that his companion's throat had been slashed.

The wound at the throat was still bubbling with blood.

He was horrified and immediately wanted to run away...

A wave comes,

The waves crashed onto his legs,

He felt as if a hand was grabbing his ankle, his center of gravity was unsteady, and he fell on his back in the shallow water.

Another wave hit him, and he struggled to crawl toward the beach, but the hands at his ankles were like shackles, pulling him hard into the sea.

Suddenly he felt a pain in his calf. He turned around and saw a dagger nailed to his calf, and a cut that was more than a foot long.

Fear and pain made him scream hysterically.

He slapped the sea water with both arms desperately, causing countless splashes in the rain.

The rain poured down, blocking out all sounds.

The waves rolled the sailor's body into the sea. He tried to grab a protruding rock at hand, and the sharp shells immediately made several wounds on his palms.

In the fierce struggle, the sailor was still swallowed by the sea.

I don’t know how long it took, but the rain gradually became lighter.

The sailor, who had no trace of blood on his face, was leaning against a black rock, his legs soaked in the sea water, but there was a cut on his leg that was about the width of a finger. The wounds were all white, and no blood flowed out.

The sailor opened his eyes in despair, pointed his trembling fingers to the Danne River on the shore, and breathed his last breath.

…

The morning after the heavy rain should have been a beautiful day with bright sunshine.

However, the climate in Castletown Port is quite different. A cold air current blowing from the north caused the temperature of Castletown Port to drop sharply after a rain...

The entire port was shrouded in heavy fog, which became thicker as we got closer to the coastline.

Brown Street is the street closest to the sea, and there is a Danne River here. The fog almost completely covers the entire street.

Roy ran out with two books in his arms and plunged into the heavy fog.

As I groped my way forward along the street, the water of the Danne River on the other side made a "swishing" sound.

…

Blue scaly fingers grasped the stone railing, and sharp nails were embedded in the stone railing. His body was behind the hanging railing, and beneath him was the rolling Danne River.

After smelling a human scent, he cautiously stuck his head out.

In the heavy fog, even looking across the street was a little blurry, but fortunately he could distinguish the smell...

Nagas, humans and elves all smell different.

He smelled a faint human scent, so he stuck his head out and looked outside.

So, Naga Killer saw Roy walking in the fog...

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Walking down Brown Street, I just came to the pharmacy.

This happens to be the intersection of Brown Street, where the Danne River flows into the sea, and the elves built a stone bridge here.

It has rained continuously for the past two days, causing the water level of the Danne River to rise and the current to flow rapidly.

Roy hurried to the Elf Academy without paying attention to the surrounding situation. If he saw a long carriage passing by at the street corner, Roy was even prepared to take the long carriage to the academy.

It’s just that under the heavy fog, the street looks deserted...

As usual, Roy stopped by Mrs. Winnie's pharmacy. He wanted to see what kind of mess the night saber chained at the door looked like.

He bent down and glanced into the den.

But today, this night saber seemed particularly honest. It stared at the surroundings warily, with an uneasy look in its eyes, and kept licking its paws with its tongue.

Even when Roy came, the night saber didn't respond.

Roy was a little surprised. If it weren't for the inexplicable danger, the night saber would have bared its teeth at Roy. The feud between it and Roy wouldn't last more than a day or two...

Roy looked around. The street was quiet.

Because it rained yesterday and there was heavy fog this morning, no one came out of the stall at this time in the morning.

And not even pedestrians can be seen on the street...

Roy instantly felt the indescribable sense of oppression.

At the same time, the night saber also retracted its head into its nest...

A black shadow appeared from the end of the bridge, just behind Roy. His body twisted like a giant python, quietly approaching Roy.

In fact, Roy didn't feel any danger approaching at all, but he saw that the pupils of the night saber in the kennel had stood up, and the hair on the back of its neck had exploded.

Seeing the night saber being scared like this, Roy felt that something was wrong.

Roy didn't even dare to look back, he yelled and rushed forward.

The Naga killer who pressed forward unexpectedly jumped away immediately. His sharp nails only scratched the linen clothes on Roy's back and tore three feet-long gashes in it.

Roy took the opportunity to rush out...

The night saber hiding in the den came out like lightning at this moment. The thumb-thick iron chain around its neck was instantly torn off. Its two fleshy front paws rested on the wooden fence, and its body jumped up high. , opened his bloody mouth and bit the Naga killer.