Path of light

Chapter 411 412. Moira in the Dark

At the foot of Mount Aidas, a group of plateau headhunters sat down around a bonfire.

Under this long and narrow rock wall, there are at least a dozen groups of plateau headhunters huddled here. The rock blocks the harsh north wind and a fire is lit, making this long night no longer difficult.

There was everything in the fire, including some branches, roots of certain plants, animal bones, and even a few piles of one-horned bison dung.

The flames were mixed with choking smoke, but these plateau headhunters didn't care at all.

They sat around the fire, shoulder to shoulder, as if this could dispel the fear that the night had brought to them...

They were a group of headhunters who came from the north of the plateau. They traveled all the way from the land of the Gazan ancestors and traveled for more than half a month before arriving at the Gazan Mountains.

Just a month ago, they were chased by Silver Pegasus warriors in this mountain wilderness.

At that time, they only knew how to flee northward with all their might. On that escape route, they were so frightened that they did not even dare to look back.

For about a month, these plateau headhunters could only hide in the land of their ancestors and tremble, worrying every day that the group of Silver Pegasus warriors would suddenly come in...

But some things were completely beyond the expectations of the headhunters. Just when they thought that the Silver Pegasus warriors would enter the land of their ancestors and drive all the headhunters out of Pajisto Plateau, those Silver Pegasus warriors But they all disappeared overnight.

After waiting for a long time, the plateau headhunters finally came to their senses. They finally knew that these Silver Pegasus warriors were not using tactics and strategies.

They really left, and they left very simply, even throwing away some supplies...

So now...the headhunters are coming out of the familiar valley of the Gasai Mountains again, thinking that they must recapture the Pajisto Plateau no matter what. The life on the plateau is what they are familiar with.

It's just that the mine owners who often provide them with various supplies are dying and running away.

They usually provide these mines with some mixed-blood elf slaves, and the mines will also provide these headhunters with some living supplies, such as saddles on the backs of argali, war blades on their waists, daggers for handling prey, etc.

Now these mines have changed owners, making the headhunters very uneasy...

In the past few days, the headhunters have successively captured two mining castles, except for the mine at the foot of Mount Aida.

As a result, a large number of plateau headhunters gathered in the mountains around Edas Mountain, and the castle was almost destroyed by the headhunters.

With victory in sight, a large group of griffons suddenly appeared outside the mine, completely reversing the situation here.

They left from the hillside opposite the castle and hid under the stone cliffs on the north side of Mount Aida.

All the headhunters deliberately avoided those heavy topics, but the atmosphere still couldn't relax.

"I heard that there is a very powerful assassination team in the Beibei Iron Mine. They have killed many of our people recently..." A headhunter's decorated face was burned red by the bonfire, and his voice was dry and dry. hoarse.

The headhunter opposite used a thin branch to poke around in the bonfire and said, "I also met them once. They only appear at night. They can jump out of the shadows in an instant, even if they can't hit them with a single blow." will immediately hide in the shadows."

The headhunters were all in a bad mood. The mixed-blood elves riding griffons in the sky during the day put a lot of pressure on them.

"My brother was killed by that assassination team!" Another headhunter said, his tone full of resentment and unwillingness...

"Will they come here?" A headhunter asked worriedly.

The headhunter with his face covered in tattoos looked very calm: "Probably not, we have lit so many bonfires, and this place is already far away from the North Black Iron Mine."

Several headhunters were sitting in front of the bonfire, chatting without a word. Some people had already put their heads on their knees and were sitting in front of the bonfire, curled up and falling asleep.

…

In the dark night...

Moira jumped off the back of a gryphon nimbly and stood firmly on a rock.

She wanted to look around, but she saw a pair of cold eyes staring at her. It was Vice Captain Tennyson...

Moira was startled and quickly realized that she shouldn't be standing on this rock. She quickly leaned over and hid in the shadow, making her body extremely blurry.

If the elf standing on the rock was not Moira, Tennyson would have rushed up to her and kicked her hard.

"Be careful to stay hidden..."

Vice Captain Tennyson's voice came over.

Moira knew that the Dark Moon Elf vice-captain was very strict when performing tasks.

She was so frightened that she stuck out her tongue and huddled in the shadows motionless...

The companion in the shadow in front suddenly took a few steps forward, and Moira immediately followed. This is a gentle slope, and the hillside is full of moving gravels. If you are not careful, the gravels will make a sound, so Moira looked very cautious.

During this time, she had become accustomed to this kind of hunting.

Moira walked forward for a while, and his companion in front suddenly stopped, and Moira squatted quietly behind him.

Vice Captain Tennyson was at the front of the team. His body was almost completely pressed against the rocky ground, crawling forward slowly like an iguana.

A headhunter was about ten meters away from him, walking back and forth.

The headhunter stepped on the cold gravel with his bare feet, put one hand on the handle of the war blade, and watched the surroundings warily.

He didn't realize at all that Captain Tennyson had crawled in front of him...

Just as the plateau headhunter turned around, Deputy Captain Tennyson stood up quietly, stretched out one hand to strangle the headhunter's neck, and the dagger in the other hand directly slit the headhunter's throat.

The headhunter grabbed Deputy Captain Tennyson's arm with both hands and wanted to shout loudly, but unfortunately he couldn't make a sound no matter what.

Only his legs were weakly pedaling the gravel on the hillside.

Vice Captain Tennyson gently laid him down on the rocky ground, half-crouched to observe the surrounding situation, and immediately waved his hand behind him, gesturing for the assassin team members to follow him.

There was a rock wall in front of them, and the cold north wind seemed to be blocked by this rock wall.

A dozen bonfires were lit under the rock wall, and a group of headhunters gathered in front of each bonfire.

Some headhunters have begun to doze off, and some are still chatting quietly.

Vice Captain Tennyson reached the edge of the group of headhunters, and the Dark Moon Elf warriors followed one after another. The Dark Moon Elf warriors were all hiding in the shadows, and Moira was also among them.

According to the instructions of Deputy Captain Tennyson, Moira was assigned to the third group, which meant that she had to deal with the plateau headhunters on the third bonfire.

There were six Dark Moon Elves assigned to the third group. They communicated with each other with gestures. These Dark Moon Elf warriors took great care of Moira. She only needed to kill one headhunter, and that wasn't it. Among the group of headhunters, the one with the strongest physique and the most black lines on his face is the headhunter.

Moira bit her lower lip gently with her teeth. She found a bad habit and the instructor told her many times, but unfortunately she still hasn't changed it yet...

Moira walked carefully on the edge of the firelight.

For the Dark Moon Elf warriors, this interface between light and darkness is the easiest place to hide.

Seeing that the Dark Moon Elf warriors in front had already taken their positions, Moira also followed her teammates around to the ambush point. Moira calculated the distance between herself and the target, thinking about what she would need when she rushed up later. A few steps.

With the saber stabbing in his hand, he wants to kill the opponent with one blow. Should he cut his throat or stab him in the back...

She was a little nervous, holding the stabbing saber tightly in her right hand.

The Dark Moon Elf warrior on the side saw her nervous look and quickly made a gesture to her to slow down her breathing, and then made a strangulation gesture to Moira.

Moira nodded quickly, indicating that she understood his gesture.

This kind of communication between teammates can make the cooperation between them more tacit.

The Dark Moon Elf warrior is an experienced veteran, and he holds a jet-black dagger in his hand...

The next second, all the assassins lurking in the darkness emerged almost at the same time. His arms were like the tentacles of an octopus, wrapping around the headhunter's neck accurately, and the dagger in his hand also passed through the neck and throat. Wiped.

The sharp dagger instantly cut the headhunter's throat. The headhunter just held his throat weakly with both hands, and his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets...

The Dark Moon Elf warrior wanted to pull the dagger out of the headhunter's neck, but was tightly entangled by the headhunter who had not yet died.

The headhunter next to him had already reacted. In desperation, he hit the Dark Moon Elf warrior in the face with an elbow, and he rushed forward with his hands and feet, pinning the Dark Moon Elf warrior firmly underneath him.

The headhunter's ferocious face had a hint of fierceness. He lowered his head suddenly and hit the Dark Moon Elf warrior's nose with his forehead.

The Dark Moon Elf warrior was suddenly hit with stars in his eyes...

…

Moira is also moving with her companions. Although she is not the strongest among this group of assassins, nor the fastest, her body has an absolutely precise rhythm, and every step she takes is almost It's all carefully calculated.

So when she took the first step out, her speed suddenly increased...

When Moira took the second step, she had already dodged behind the headhunter, and she even pressed the stabbing saber in her hand against the headhunter's heart.

The sharp tip of the knife easily penetrated the rough leather armor on the headhunter.

The moment Moira stabbed the dagger into the headhunter's heart, the headhunter had already reacted. He arched his body and held Moira's wrist with a big rough hand, thinking He forcefully pulled Moira away from his back and threw her over his shoulder...

But Moira's body was like a elastic rubber band. The moment the headhunter pulled it, the stabbing saber slid into the headhunter's heart without any hindrance.

With excellent coordination, Moira flipped her wrist and used the stabbing saber to sever the headhunter's heart tube.

Blood spurted out from the headhunter's heart and splashed all over the face of the headhunter opposite the bonfire...

When killing these headhunters, Moira's hands stopped shaking.

Her body bounced high behind the headhunter, and then disappeared into the dark night like a wisp of smoke. Her movements were extremely smooth and smooth.

Several headhunters opposite were still in a daze, and Moira disappeared majestically into the night right in front of their eyes.

Only then did Moira see the tattooed headhunter pinning the Dark Moon Elf warrior to the ground. He had already pulled out the dagger from his thigh and stabbed it into the Dark Moon Elf warrior's eye socket.

Moira didn't have time to think about it. She turned her body forcefully in mid-air and suddenly appeared beside the tattooed headhunter. The stabbing saber slashed across the headhunter's elbow. When the leather armor was scratched, a string of blood beads swayed out. …

The headhunter's hand holding the dagger suddenly lost all strength. Moira didn't even pause, and when she turned around, she disappeared into the night again.

Although the Dark Moon Elf warrior was hit with blood all over his face, he was finally able to take a breath and took the opportunity to insert the dagger in his hand into the left rib of the headhunter who was riding on him.

The headhunter let out a shrill cry, and he pinched the Dark Moon Elf warrior's neck hard...

A stabbing saber penetrated the back of his head, and the tip of the sword emerged from his Adam's apple.

The headhunter opened his mouth wide and made a gurgling sound from his throat. He wanted to cover his neck with his hands and look behind him, but he failed to turn around and was pushed to the ground by the Dark Moon Elf warrior beneath him.

The Dark Moon Elf warrior got up from the ground in embarrassment.

The headhunter fell down with his eyes open and fell heavily on the rocky ground. Blood stained a large area on the gravel...

Before he died, he couldn't see Moira clearly.

…

In the castle of the North Black Iron Mine, Roy finally finished working in the clinic. He walked back to his room a little tired. There was only a single bed and a desk in this temporary room. There was also a Holding a spiritual potion.

Roy looked at the light blue potion bottle and felt a little upset in his stomach, so he simply left the potion on the table.

Roy walked into the next room and happened to see Woods sitting on the bed, lowering his head and removing the bandages wrapped around his body.

"How do you feel?" Roy walked over and asked Woods.

"It's much better. If you rest for a night, when you get up tomorrow morning, the injuries on your body will probably be back to normal..." Woods was still out of breath when he spoke.

When he took off the bandage and checked the wound, it turned out that as Woods said, the wound was healing rapidly.

After Roy checked Woods, he said to him: "Recovering pretty well..."

After leaving Woods, Roy walked to the door of Sabrina and Moira's room. He stood at the door and knocked on the door. The person who opened the door was Miss Tiffany, who was also holding a bottle of spirit at this time. He seemed to have drank half of the strength potion.

Miss Tiffany wore a nightgown, with long green algae-colored hair covering her fair shoulders. Even though she had transformed into an elf, there were still faint lines of fish scales between her cheeks and neck.

Roy looked past Miss Tiffany and saw Sabrina sitting on the wooden bed with her back, untying the bandage on her shoulder.

"Let me take a look at the injury on Sabrina's shoulder..." Roy said.