early morning

The sea of storms roared sullenly, and the tide continued to rush out of the faint mist that shrouded the sea, hitting the reef and scattering into white foam.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Marta Creyor struggled her way up the coast, leaving her stumbling footprints on the sand.

Marta Creyor has been moving along the coastline, as the Undead have a pact with the Storm Lord.

It was an ancient promise that had lasted for thousands of years: when an undead person's body was contaminated with the fresh waters of the Sea of Storms, the storm would sweep in again, so the undead always avoided the shore as much as possible.

Despite being suppressed in the battle against the royal family of Mugosen, the ruler of the Heart of the Crescent, the undead who shed the blood of the Elder Godborn-Eternal Sleeper-Brad still insist that this continent belongs to them.

From the northernmost peaks of Winter in the Heart of the Crescent Moon to the southernmost port of Kasimmi, every land and the creatures that live on it belong to them, to the high and sacred immortals.

Marta Creyol knows the undead as she knows the stars of the heavens.

Marta Creyol is a stargazer who learns a lot about her hidden secrets.

And these secrets sometimes bring her huge trouble.

Of all the pursuers, the undead are the most troublesome because they are always persevering.

However, after Marta Creyol learned of the ancient pact of the Undead and the Storm Lord, they became less tricky.

It's just that after a long time, there is always a time when your shoes get wet.

Marta Creyol had now been run over by two adventurers hired by the undead from their long-lived lair, and if it weren't for his knowledge of the nearby area and his long-term study of the strategic retreat spell system, Marta Creyol might have died in that bloody twilight.

By now, though, Marta Creyor's stamina and spells had been depleted, and there wasn't much left of the magic scroll.

Fortunately, the tenacity developed when she had escaped from the pursuit for a long time allowed Marta Creyol to always maintain a strong desire to survive.

One of the two adventurers who pursued her was a werewolf from a foreign land.

There are no werewolves in the Heart of the Crescent, and Marta Creyol has obtained information about werewolves from the stars.

Werewolves have greater stamina and explosiveness than humans, and have excellent tracking abilities.

And depending on the subspecies, some werewolves also have the racial ability of moonlight rage.

The werewolf also seems to have specialized in enhancing his tracking abilities, and Marta Creyol has used a variety of anti-tracking techniques to get rid of it.

If it weren't for the werewolf, Marta Creyol would have been able to escape their pursuit.

Marta Creyol struggled to pull her boots out of the soft sand, the morning stars still faintly shining.

Marta Creyol looked up, sweat running down her cheeks, but a smile suddenly appeared on her tired face:

She saw the guidance of the stars, and the Savior would appear in the morning light......

The dazzling reflection made it impossible for her to see his face clearly, but judging by the glow that was impossible to see in the morning light, it must have been a paladin in silver knight's armor......

"Whew......"

At this moment, the howl of a werewolf calling for his companion was heard from behind.

Marta Creyor knew that it was partly directing her slower-walking companions, and partly forcing her to move faster, draining her stamina.

Marta Creyol took the last magic scroll from his belt and tore it open without hesitation.

Suddenly, the power of the wind converged on her, and her movements became lighter.

Guided by the morning star overhead, Marta Creyul's figure faded into the faint mist of the coastline......

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"Snort......"

The werewolf wanderer Rukaka sat on the reef hill waiting for his teammates, the scent of the female human stargazer in its nose accelerating away.

Rukaka knew that she had used the magic scroll again.

However, Rukaka is patient, and werewolves never lack this.

What she couldn't escape was like the countless prey that Rukaka had hunted before.

Rukaka flicked his thick black tail in boredom, and he had some dislike for his new teammate: he wasn't very disciplined and always liked to do something self-righteous.

"Hey, Kaka! Did you kill that damn bitch?! ”

At this moment, a thick voice came from not far away.

Rukaka turned his head, and the owner of the voice was none other than his new teammate: Gokiri, a grumpy human warrior.

He had a very hideous tattoo on his face - he had been going to advance to the Destroyer, but was eliminated.

"She used the speed scroll, and if I used the speed up ability, you would be left behind."

Rukaka, the werewolf wanderer, said as he stared at Gokiri with his brown eyes.

"If you can catch up with her, why don't you just get your hands on this damn, slippery bitch!!"

Gokiri roared at Rukaka, the hideous tattoos on his face twisted like a crawling centipede exuding viciousness and evil.

"The division of labor of the captain is very clear, tracking is my business, killing is your business, I can track the other party, but you can't kill, that can only show your incompetence......"

"This is the rule of bloody wet eyes all along, and the rules should be followed."

Rukaka looked at Gokiri without fear, and werewolves were never afraid to fight.

Even if the Wanderer had no advantage in a head-on battle, Rukaka was confident that he would be able to leave Gokiri a "satisfying" gift before he died.

"Bump!"

Gokiri slashed at the reef where Rukka was before, and by this time Lukaka had already avoided it defciously, and took advantage of the stiffness of Gokyri's attack to take advantage of the opportunity to slash a dagger in Gokiri's hand.

The tough iron armor rarely blocked the dagger's penetration, but the paralyzing poison applied to the dagger quickly evaporated inside Gou Kiri's body.

"Bang!"

As Gokiri pulled out his axe in pain and prepared to search for Rukaka, a slight explosion enveloped the nearby area in thick smoke.

In the thick smoke, Gokiri heard Rukaka's voice, but due to the special composition of the smoke, he could not tell where Lukaka was.

"Stupid guy, this thing will allow you to track down that stargazer in 6 hours, and if you can't kill her in 6 hours, I think the captain will teach you the tradition of bloody wet eyes!"

Gokiri felt something smash through the smoke, and when he grabbed it, he found it was a small bone flute.

A scarlet light flashed from the corner of Gokiri's eye......

Someday, I'll show you what fear is!