Charles had Tiger Cat Boots keep an eye on Lola, the female knight, and chased after the tall, thin "instigator" in a circle.

However, tracking this "instigator" is much more difficult than tracking Lola just now, Lola's spiritual power traces disturbed in the explosive state are very obvious, and the spiritual power of this "instigator" is very strange and obscure, leaving almost no traces of spiritual power, Charles chased and lost it several times in a row, and had to go back to carefully observe before changing direction.

Charles began to get anxious in his heart, because he didn't want to expose his whereabouts, he didn't make a decisive move just now, but he didn't expect Lola to turn the tables so quickly, and this tall, thin guy who likes to pretend to be forced turned out to be a coward, and when he saw that things were not good, he immediately ran away, and Charles didn't have time to find a suitable sniper opportunity.

"Damn, he knows where Lola came from, and if he escapes, Olive and I will be in danger. ”

Charles chased anxiously, and a slight disturbance of spiritual power appeared in his spiritual vision again, and he quickly turned right and rushed into a forest.

The old saying "don't enter the forest" Charles knows, but with the blessing of the comprehensive talent of spiritual vision, spirit mark perception, and danger perception, he naturally has an advantage over other transcendents in the woods, and a forest with a thickness of less than 100 meters is not much different from an unobstructed open field in Charles's eyes.

There were indeed traces of people walking through the woods, and although the traces were very subtle, they were tantamount to a beacon of light in the eyes of a spirit mark hunter.

"He's right in front!"

Charles could smell the clear smell of blood, the dead creature was wounded, and he should be unable to run now! In the eyes of the hunter, a lion who can't run is not much different from a wild dog.

But Charles stopped when he was about to walk through the woods, and the cold hairs on his back stood on end.

There are trees in front, on the left, and on the right, and a large circle of trees encloses an open flat land, and the flat ground is densely lined with tombstones.

In the past, Charles, who had seen a lot of horrors, always thought that he was a bold and careful atheist, but in this world where supernatural abilities existed, he had a little bit of a heart.

What's more, there was a dim light in the distance, swaying as if it were extinguished, reflecting two vague and strange figures.

Charles exhaled softly, and the metal feather arrow landed on the bow of the Moon Shadow, and the Hidden Breath skill in the hunter's talent was activated, quietly touching the light.

Five hundred meters, the two figures did not move.

Four hundred meters, the two figures did not move.

Three hundred meters, the two figures moved, or they had been moving just now, but the range of movement was too small for Charles's eyes of this level to distinguish.

One man lay on the ground, the other lay on top of him, shrugging and trembling slightly, and the ordinary lantern leaned crookedly against a tombstone, the glass cover of the lantern broke, and the cold wind of the winter night blew in, making it flicker and sway.

Two hundred and fifty meters, the two were still trembling slightly, and Charles could already see the details of the two with the help of the light, and the person who was stirring above was the tall and thin instigator who had been chasing for a long time.

The man he was pressing underneath couldn't see clearly, only that he saw a pair of tattered men's shoes on his outstretched foot.

Charles was a little nervous, in fact, this was the first time he had secretly sniped the Transcendent, and the last duel with Horn Connell was a head-to-head duel, lacking the thrill of quietly reaching out to his prey.

Two hundred meters, Charles doesn't plan to go any further, this is already the distance at which ordinary arrows can fully exert their power, not to mention that Charles is still a spirit mark hunter.

Before I am absolutely treated, Charles will not activate the transcendent state of the Bow of the Moon Shadow, and the light and shadow effects of the Bow of the Moon Shadow in all states are too dazzling, and if one hit misses, it is easy for the other party to guess the origin of his identity.

The cold wind of the winter night blew through the rows of tombstones, and the chaotic air currents rubbed against the strange sound of "woo woo", which also made the trajectory of the wind unpredictable and difficult to grasp.

Charles slowly opened his bow, silently infusing the metal arrows with spiritual power, the trajectory of the wind between his target and himself constantly changing in his vision and perception.

The tall, thin instigator suddenly stopped trembling, slowly lifted his upper body, and raised his hair and let out a satisfied moan.

Charles' piercing eyes could see the side of his face, the two fangs sticking out of the corners of his mouth, and the traces of blood on his lips.

Charles's heart fluttered, and the feathered arrow in his hand burst off the string.

The tall and thin instigator was a little alert, but he was in a strange state of excitement and spasms, slightly sluggish, and his ears twitched rapidly, but he only caught the sound of the cold wind.

A wisp of cold wind swept through the body of the tall and thin instigator, and he subconsciously dodged, his movements as fast as lightning.

"Poof!"

Metal arrows emerged from the cold wind, piercing the instigator on the left shoulder.

"Whew..... Ahh

An inhuman-like voice came from the instigator's mouth, and he turned to look at where Charles was, his eyes glowing blood-red in the night.

Unmoved, Charr locked on his skills and combined with instant rapid fire, and his feathered arrows hid in the cold wind and rushed towards the target.

"Dangdang"

"Poof!"

The tall and thin instigator split two feathered arrows in succession, but was still wounded by a sinister dark arrow, and he finally knew what kind of opponent he had encountered.

"You're a hunter...... Hehehe, let me guess which family you belong to......"

Charles turned around and left, a few running jumps disappearing from the sight of the tall and thin instigators.

“.........”

"Scared off by me? hehehe, coward. ”

The instigator's miserable white face twitched twice, suppressed the surging blood in his body, and turned to walk in the opposite direction.

He's been unlucky enough today, and since he's scared the enemy away, he's better to find a place to sleep!

Unfortunately, he didn't know that by the time he said, "Guess who you are," he was already in a desperate situation with Charles.

Before the instigator could leave the cemetery, a feathered arrow hidden in the cold wind came at him, almost scaring his soul away.

He ran fast, but he couldn't get rid of the cold wind.

Silently, without a trace, you don't know which direction the next moment the feather arrow will come from, and you don't know where the enemy is hiding.

"Poof!"

A feathered arrow grazed the instigator's calf, tearing off a small piece of flesh that was dripping with blood again, bringing the instigator a little closer to the brink of madness.

This is the ultimate meaning of hunting, with the strength of the weak, the fighting spirit and physical strength of the strong, small injuries accumulate into serious injuries, and the last blow will kill.

Halfway through the night, a battle between light and darkness drew to a close, and the tall and thin instigator leaned against the back of a large tree, panting heavily, and his delicate gown was full of cuts, and the wounds that had just been coagulated by the healing potion were once again broken open by the violent running.

"We are the kings of the night, why....... Why ........"

He muttered unwillingly, and in the nearly half-hour pursuit, he tried several times to find the hunter and make a painful close-range kill, but the hunter seemed to be more accustomed to the night than he was, and there was no trace of him.

"I don't care who you are, but you must know that our Moorish church is a branch of the Night Church, and it has power that you can't imagine, and if I die here today, you will definitely be found by the Night Messenger, and the death is miserable......." The instigator activated his proudest skill and began to instigate Charles in the night, hoping that he would be able to retreat.

Charles was hidden three hundred meters away, quietly looking at the big tree where the instigator was invisible, and after a chase, the two had left the city of Nasser and entered the wilderness on the outskirts of the city, and also entered the battlefield that was most suitable for him.

However, the Charr ran out of feathered arrows.......