At the foot of Mount Vedas, in the Gathi Mountains, a group of highland headhunters sat down around a campfire.

At least a dozen teams of highland headhunters were crowded under this narrow rock wall, and the mountain rock blocked the bitter north wind, and a fire was raised, and the long night was no longer difficult.

There was everything in the fire, some branches, roots and bones of some kind of plant, and even a few lumps of one-horned bison droppings.

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

They sat around the fire, shoulder to shoulder, as if that would dispel the fears that the night had brought them......

They were a group of headhunters from the north of the plateau, who trekked all the way from the land of the ancestors of Gazan and walked for more than half a month to reach the Katsy Mountains.

Just a month ago, they were hunted down by the Silver Pegasus warriors in the wilderness.

At that time, they only knew that they were desperately fleeing north, and they were so frightened that they didn't even dare to turn back on that escape route.

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

But something was completely unexpected by the headhunters, and just when they thought that the Silver Pegasus warriors would next enter the ancestral land and drive all the headhunters out of the Pagisto Plateau, those silver Pegasus warriors all disappeared overnight.

After waiting for a long time, the highland headhunters finally came to their senses, and they finally knew that these silver Pegasus warriors were not using tactical strategy.

They really left, and they left very simply, and even some of the supplies were directly discarded......

So now...... The headhunters came out of the familiar valley of the Gatsy Mountains again, thinking that they would retake the Pagisto Plateau anyway, and life on the plateau was what they were familiar with.

It's just that the mine owners who often provide them with all kinds of supplies are dying and fleeing.

They usually provide some half-blood elf slaves to these mines, and the mines will also give these headhunters some living materials, such as the saddle on the back of the argali, the war blade on the waist, the dagger for handling prey, and so on.

Now these mines have changed hands, which makes headhunters very uneasy......

In the past few days, the headhunters have captured two mine castles one after another, but this mine at the foot of Edas Mountain has not been occupied.

So a large number of highland headhunters gathered in the mountains around Idas Mountain, and the castle was almost destroyed by the headhunters.

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

They left the hillside opposite the castle and hid under a stone cliff on the north side of Mount Idas.

All the headhunters deliberately avoided the heavy topics, but the atmosphere still couldn't be relaxed.

"I've heard that there's a very strong assassination squad in the North Black Iron Ore Mine, and we've killed quite a few of our people lately......" One headhunter had a tattooed face red from the campfire, his voice dry and hoarse.

The headhunter on the other side poked a thin twig into the campfire and said, "I met them once, they only appear at night, they can jump out of the shadows in an instant, and even if they miss, they will immediately hide in the shadows." ”

The headhunters were in a bad mood, and the half-blood elves riding griffins in the sky during the day put a lot of pressure on them.

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

"Will they chase here?" Some headhunters said worriedly.

The headhunter with a face full of ornaments 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 sat in front of the campfire, chatting without a word, and some of them had already rested their heads on their knees, and just sat down in front of the campfire, curled up and fell asleep.

……

In the darkness of the night......

Moira deftly jumped off the back of a griffin and stood firmly on a rock.

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

Startled, Moira quickly realized that she shouldn't be standing on this rock, and she quickly leaned down and hid in the shadows, making her body extremely blurry.

If the elf standing on the rock wasn't Moira, Tennison would have rushed up and kicked it hard.

"Be careful to keep your ...... hidden"

Captain Tennison's voice came.

Moira knew that the Dark Moon Elf vice-captain was very strict when he carried out his mission.

She stuck out her tongue in fright and cowered in the shadows......

The companion in the shadows in front of him took a few steps forward, and Moira immediately followed, this is a gentle slope, the hillside is full of moving gravel, the slightest mistake will make the sound of those gravel, so Moira is very careful.

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

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

Vice-Captain Tennison was at the front of the squad, his body almost completely attached to the rocky ground, slowly crawling forward like an iguana.

A headhunter was about ten meters away from him, walking around incessantly.

The headhunter stepped barefoot on the cold gravel, one hand resting on the handle of the blade, watching warily.

He didn't even notice that Captain Tennison had crawled in front of him......

Just as the highland headhunter turned around, Deputy Captain Tennison stood up silently, 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 Captain Tennison's arm with both hands, trying to shout loudly, but unfortunately couldn't make a sound anyway.

Only his legs tread weakly on the gravel on the hillside.

Vice Captain Tennison gently lowered him down on the rocky ground, half-crouched to observe the situation around him, and immediately waved his hand behind him, signaling the members of the assassin team behind him to follow.

Ahead was a rock wall, which seemed to be blocked by the cold north wind.

More than a dozen bonfires were lit beneath the rock face, and in front of each one was a group of headhunters.

Some headhunters are already dozing off, and some are still chatting quietly.

Vice Captain Tennison touched the edge of the group of headhunters, and the Dark Moon Elf warriors behind followed one by one, the Dark Moon Elf warriors were all hidden in the shadows, and Moira was also mixed in.

At the behest of Captain Tennison, Moira was assigned to the third group, which meant dealing with the highland headhunters on the third campfire.

There were six Darkmoon Elves who were assigned to the third group, and they communicated with each other with gestures, these Darkmoon Elf warriors took good care of Moira, she only needed to deal with one headhunter, and she was not the strongest headhunter in this group of headhunters, with the most black lines on his face.

Moira bit her lower lip lightly with her teeth, she had been told many times by the instructor that she had found a bad problem, but unfortunately it had not been changed until now......

Moira walked cautiously on the edge of the firelight.

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

Seeing that the Dark Moon Elf warrior in front of her was already in position, and Moira followed her teammates around to the ambush point, Moira calculated the distance between herself and her target, thinking about how many steps it would take to rush forward.

If you want to kill the opponent with a stabbing saber in your hand, do you want to cut your throat or stab you in the back......

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

Seeing her nervousness, the Dark Moon Elf warrior on the side hurriedly made a gesture to slow down her breathing, and then made a strangulation gesture to Moira.

Moira nodded hurriedly, indicating that she understood his gesture.

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

The Darkmoon Elf warrior was a seasoned veteran, and he held a jet-black dagger in his hand......

In the next second, all the assassins lurking in the darkness appeared almost at the same time, his arm was like the tentacles of an octopus, unmistakably wrapped around the neck of the headhunter, and the dagger in his hand also wiped over his neck and throat.

The sharp dagger instantly slit the headhunter's throat, and the headhunter just pinched his throat weakly with both hands, and his eyeballs almost protruded from his sockets......

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

The headhunter next to him had already reacted, and in a hurry, an elbow hit the Dark Moon Elf warrior in the face, and he pounced on him with his hands and feet, pressing the Dark Moon Elf warrior under him.

The headhunter's hideous face had a hint of fierceness on his face, and he jerked his head down, slamming his forehead against the bridge of the Dark Moon Elf warrior's nose.

The Dark Moon Elf warrior was suddenly knocked into Venus......

……

Moira, for her part, also acted with her companions, and although she was not the strongest or fastest of the group of assassins, her body had an absolutely precise rhythm, and her every step was almost carefully calculated.

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

By the time Moira took the second step, she had already flashed 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 pierced through the rough leather armor of the headhunter.

The moment Moira stabbed the dagger into the heart of the headhunter, the headhunter had already reacted, arching his body and holding a large rough hand on Moira's wrist, trying to tear Moira away from behind him and throw her over the shoulder......

But Moira's body was like a tough rubber band, and at the moment when the headhunter pulled it, the stabbing saber had already slid into the headhunter's heart without hindrance.

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

Blood splattered from the headhunter's heart, splashing the face of the headhunter across the campfire......

When these headhunters were killed, Moira's hands would have stopped shaking.

Her body bounced high behind the headhunter's back, and then disappeared into the night like a wisp of green smoke, a set of movements that were extremely silky and fluid.

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

Moira only saw the tattooed headhunter pinning the Darkmoon Elf warrior to the ground, and he had already pulled the dagger from his thigh and thrust it into the eye socket of the Darkmoon Elf warrior.

Before she had time to think about it, Moira's body forcibly flipped in mid-air, and suddenly appeared on the side of the head hunter covered in thorns, and the stabbing saber slashed through the headhunter's elbow, and a string of blood beads slashed out as the leather armor was cut......

The headhunter's hand holding the dagger suddenly lost all strength, and Moira stopped for a long time, and when she turned around, she hid again in the night.

Although the Dark Moon Elf warrior was covered in blood, he was finally able to catch his breath and plunge the dagger in his hand into the left rib of the headhunter riding on him.

The Headhunter let out a terrible cry as he pinched the Darkmoon Elf warrior's neck......

A thrust saber pierced through the back of his head, the tip of the sword emerging from the Adam's apple.

The headhunter had a long mouth and a grunting sound in his throat, and he tried to cover his neck with his hands and look back behind him, but he couldn't turn around and was overthrown by the Dark Moon Elf warrior beneath him.

The Darkmoon Elf warrior scrambled to his feet from the ground.

The headhunter fell with his eyes open, and fell heavily on the rocky ground, blood staining the rubble......

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

……

In the castle of the North Black Iron Mine, Roy finally finished his work in the treatment room, and he walked back to his room a little tired, this temporary room only had a single bed and a desk, and there was a mental power potion on the table.

Roy looked at the pale 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 saw Woods sitting on the bed, his head bowed and unwrapping the bandages wrapped around his body.

"How does it feel?" Roy walked over and asked Woods.

"It's already much better, rest for another night, and when I get up tomorrow morning, it is estimated that the injuries on my body will recover as before......" Woods was still a little gasping as he spoke.

By the time he unbandaged and examined the wound, it was healing rapidly, as Woods had said.

After Roy examined Woods, he said to him, "It's recovering well......

Leaving Woods, Roy walked to the door of Sabrina and Moira's room, he stood at the door and knocked on the door, and it was actually Miss Tiffany, who was also holding a bottle of psychic potion at this time, and seemed to have drunk half of it.

Miss Tiffany wore a nightdress, and her long green algae hair was draped over her fair shoulders, and even though she had changed into an elf, her cheeks and neck still had faint fish scale lines.

Roy stepped past Miss Tiffany's figure and saw Sabrina sitting on her back on the wooden bed, undressing the bandages on her shoulders.

"I'm going to take a look at Sabrina's shoulder injury......," Roy said.

(End of chapter)