The distance between the city and the village was not short, and even if El's feet rushed back, it was not until the middle of the night. The villagers have all fallen asleep, and only the lord's mansion is still lit.

Tika fell asleep on a table alone, and was awakened by the sound of noise, finding her face covered in saliva. She wiped her face with her sleeve in a panic, picked up the candlestick and ran out the door, relieved to see Er's figure.

When she saw the girl in El arms, she couldn't help frowning, and secretly cursed in her heart for the stupidity of staying up late and waiting. However, the girl is kind and simple by nature, and soon put the unhappiness behind her, and instead worried about the girl who didn't know the situation.

"Is this the noble lady of the city? what's wrong with her?" Tika asked in a worried whisper as she opened the bedroom door.

"Nothing, let her get a good night's sleep. El gently lowered the girl to the bed and covered her with the quilt. Tiana remained vigilant even in her slumber, and as soon as she touched the soft mattress, her body subconsciously trembled, trying to open her eyes.

"It's okay, relax, there's no danger here, you can get a good rest, I'm here. El patted her awkwardly on the shoulder, and with his soft comfort, the girl finally fell silent.

"You should go and rest first, and cook her some cereal porridge tomorrow morning...... There is also milk and fruit. El turned back to Tika, and the little maid nodded reluctantly.

"Okay, don't be a little angry, she's a great benefactor who makes potions for us. El smiled and rubbed Tika's head. Of course, he could see the little girl's jealousy, and Tika, who had a simple personality, always had an expression written on his face.

Facing Tika, who grew up together, El can play with her without any psychological burden, and even have an ambiguous relationship. But in front of Tiana, he didn't even dare to speak too rudely, even if he held the girl in his arms, he was only secretly cool in his heart and didn't dare to really take the opportunity to rub oil.

Tiana was born with a noble temperament, like a holy lotus flower that can only be viewed from afar. Thinking of this, El couldn't help but feel even more troubled in his heart, and he realized that this feeling of his own was due to low self-esteem and lack of self-confidence.

When she came back to her senses, she realized that she was still touching Tika's head, and the little maid lowered her head and blushed like an apple, and seemed to be pouting, but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, looking shy and enjoying her cuteness.

"Don't go to bed yet, are you waiting to sleep for me?" El tapped her on the head in embarrassment.

"Don't!" Tika stuck out her tongue and grimaced, and ran away as fast as she could.

Flirting with the girl who has a crush on him in front of the girl he has a crush on, it turns out that we are already scum. El pursed his lips and observed Tiana's movements weakly, secretly despising himself in his heart.

Blowing out the candles, I sat quietly on the edge of the bed for a while, which was considered a short rest. Despite the long day, El knew that the long night was not over.

When he left the city with Tiana, he was already targeted by something. The feeling of a thorn in his back was all too familiar to him as a hunter. In the vast forest, no one is sure whether they are hunters or prey. The yellow finch catches the cicada, and the praying mantis follows, which is the most primitive and cruel survival law in nature.

It seems that the other party is also aware of Tiana's current situation, and it is impossible to let the girl recover. The best time to act is actually tonight, with less than three hours to go before dawn.

In the darkness, two bits of dark blue light bloomed silently, and El clenched the bow and arrow in his hand, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

I don't know how much the spread of the plague has to do with you, but if you dare to step into my jungle, be prepared to be hunted!

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The night is home to undead creatures, but it's also the hunting time for nocturnal animals in the forest.

From the moment he entered the mountain, Cross felt the power of resistance from this forest. Countless pairs of eyes watched him and his army of ghouls in the night, and the sharp howls and low roars of wild beasts could be heard around them, and the brutal murderous intent that filled the air was suffocating.

If a druid commanded the beasts, he had no doubt that the twenty or so ghouls around him would be torn to shreds in an instant.

Cross wiped the cold sweat from his head, secretly rejoicing in his heart. There's no need for his little commander to deal with the real druids, and he's not going to confront the forest head-on.

Unlike Priest Devon, who specializes in witchcraft, he is a member of the Guardian Knights of the Cult of the Damned, also known as the Calamity Knights. Although it does not have powerful spells, it can lead a large number of ghouls in battle. This is actually just an exchange of interests, and he works for the cursed sect in exchange for benefits, and there is no question of faith at all.

A hoarse roar came from behind him, and another ghoul became entangled in bushes and thorns. Fortunately, there was no blood in their bodies, and their flesh and bones also emitted the stench of corpses, which did not arouse the interest of the beasts. Cross raised his hand, and the black robe green light on his body flashed, and the bushes immediately withered.

The stragglers broke free, but Cross's mood did not improve, and the march was already behind schedule. Through the eyes of the gargoyle, he saw the hunter walking through the forest with the girl in his arms, but he didn't realize that it was not a path that ordinary people walked, and as a result, he was now struggling.

To Kroos's frustration and helplessness, Devin did not come under the pretext of recuperating from his injury, and now there is no second person around him to sneer and vent his emotions. After all, he himself was not a true undead creature, but a fallen nobleman who had surrendered to the Cursed Sect.

In the face of death, everyone will be afraid, some people will rise up to fight, and naturally some people will bend down and give in. The Cult of the Damned has always welcomed powerful people to join, but if they want to achieve greater power and status, they must contribute accordingly.

If he was able to catch the Snake of Light, it would be enough credit for him to move up two ranks within the sect. By observing him, he confirmed that the girl must also be a nobleman, and that nobles had their own methods of communication and conventions, and Cross was not worried that the girl would hold a grudge against him for this.

As he pondered the loopholes in his plan, a foul-smelling object fell from the sky and fell right in the middle of the troops. Cross frowned, and commanded a ghoul to scoop it up, revealing that it was the entrails of some kind of animal.

Realizing that he had stepped into a trap, Cross looked up and saw only layers of tree branches, and the assailant was long gone. And the other party's true purpose had been achieved, and the strong smell of blood immediately stimulated the nocturnal creatures around him.

I don't know how many pairs of blood-red eyes came around in the shadows of the trees, and the first thing that appeared was the bald hyena, and as saprophagoes, they didn't mind the stench of the ghouls at all. Next up are the wolves, whose targets are focused on the horses beneath Cross's seat.

"Team!" Cried Cross clenched his teeth, his black robe flashing green again, and the ghoul quickly secured him in the middle.

I don't know which side attacked first, and the undead monster and the sharp teeth of the beast tore together. Ghouls are powerful, but the beasts are outnumbered and growing. The scene was chaotic in the dark.

Cross drew his sword, the blade of which shimmered green, and he harnessed his mount and charged at the hands of the most sturdy wolf, swinging his sword and slashing down. The blade swept across the wolf's shoulder, cutting a long wound. The wolf frantically tried to fight back, but its wounds began to decay and fester, and when it bit the horse's leg, it lost its strength and soon fell to the ground and convulsed.

The Calamity Knight, who had succeeded in the first blow, did not have the heart to consider the fate of the beast, and the moment he drew his sword, he suddenly felt like he was falling into an ice cave. Behind his defenseless side, two bits of dark blue light appeared in the shadows, locking him in with powerful killing intent, followed by a lightning bolt.

Cross had time to deflect sideways and block the feathered arrow to his head with his shoulder. The feather arrow carried an astonishing power, instantly tearing through the black robe on his shoulder and the metal armor hidden inside, penetrating his body, and the cold arrow grazed his cheek, bringing a bloody mark.

With a cry of pain, Cross clutched his shoulders and fell off his horse, a dazzling green light erupting from his black robes, turning into a huge wavy ring that spread out in all directions. But all the beasts that were stained with this green light foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground to die.

Passively stimulated the solidified "Toxic Nova", indicating that the hard-won Calamity Robe had been scrapped, which made Cross feel more and more pain. When he came to his senses, he found that the ghouls under his command had been eliminated by the archer.

Flaming flaming feathered arrows pierced ghouls' eye sockets with precision, shattering and roasting their brains. The archers stood at a distance on a rock and did not hide their figure. This behavior lured three more ghouls to pounce on him, and the result was that there was no return, and the surroundings soon fell silent again.

Cross quickly gathered the remnants of his own army, which had suffered more than half of his casualties, and cursed Devon for his cunning and shamelessness. The old fellow didn't mention it as a hard nail at all, just emphasizing the weakness of the Dancing Serpent. And he mistakenly recognized the other party as an ordinary person, and stupidly made the mistake of underestimating the enemy.

He shuddered a little at the thought of those cold blue eyes.

"Blue-eyed hunter, you have shown me respect for your strength. I'm Sir Cross Farrell from the North Jankershire. He shouted into the woods with his sword in hand.

"We didn't know each other before, and we had no grievances, so why can't we talk about it?"

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