Chapter 281 The Werewolf and the Believers of Erz's Fury
early morning
The stormy sea roared dully, and the tide kept rushing out from the light mist covering the sea, hitting the rocks and scattering into white foam.
"Huh...huh..."
Marta Kriol walked hard on the coast, leaving her stumbling footprints on the sand.
Marta-Kriyul has been moving along the coastline because the undead once made a pact with the Storm Lord.
That is an ancient agreement that has lasted for thousands of years: when an undead body is contaminated with fresh sea water of the Storm Sea, the storm will sweep in again, so the undead always try to avoid getting close to the coast.
Although they have been suppressed in the battle with the rulers of the Heart of the Crescent, the Muggossen royal family, the undead flowing with the blood of the ancient god-Eternal Sleeper-Brad still insist on believing that this continent
belongs to them.
From the peak of winter in the northernmost part of the Heart of the Crescent Moon to Port Qasimi in the southernmost part, every land here and the creatures living on it belong to them and belong to the high and sacred undead.
Marta-Kryol understands the undead as she understands the stars in the heavens.
Marta Kriol is a stargazer, and she has learned many unknown secrets through the stars.
And these secrets sometimes brought her huge trouble.
Of all the pursuers, the undead are the most troublesome because they are always persistent.
But after Marta-Kriyol learned about the ancient agreement between the undead and the Storm Lord, they became less troublesome.
It’s just that if you wander around for a long time, your shoes will always get wet.
Marta Kriyol was now driven away from the nest where she had lived for many years by two adventurers hired by the undead for a whole night. If it were not for her knowledge of the nearby area and the strategic retreat spell system,
After studying for a long time, Marta Kryol may die in that bloody dusk.
But by now, Marta Kriol's physical strength and spells have been exhausted, and there are not many magic scrolls left.
Fortunately, the tenacity she developed while evading pursuit for a long time allowed Marta Kryol to always maintain a strong desire to survive.
One of the two adventurers chasing her was a werewolf from a foreign land.
There are no werewolves in the Heart of the Crescent Moon. Marta Kryol obtained information about werewolves from the stars.
Compared to humans, werewolves have stronger endurance and explosive power, and have outstanding tracking capabilities.
And depending on the subspecies, some werewolves also have the racial ability of Moonlight Fury.
This werewolf seemed to have specially enhanced his tracking ability. Marta Kriol used a variety of anti-tracking techniques but was still unable to get rid of it.
If it weren't for that werewolf, Marta Kryol would have been able to escape their pursuit long ago.
Marta Kriol pulled her boots out of the soft sand with some difficulty, while the early morning stars still shimmered faintly.
Marta Kriol raised her head, sweat streaked across 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 prevented her from seeing his face clearly, but judging from the brilliance that made it difficult to look directly at in the morning light, he must be a paladin wearing silver knight armor...
"Ouch..."
At this moment, the howl of a werewolf calling for his companions came from behind.
Marta-Criol knew that on the one hand it guided her slower-walking companions to come, and on the other hand it forced her to move faster and consumed her physical strength.
Marta Kriol took out the last magic scroll from her belt and tore it open without hesitation.
Suddenly the power of the wind gathered on her body, and her movements became more agile.
Under the guidance of the morning star above her head, Marta Kriol's figure gradually disappeared into the light mist on the coastline...
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"Huchi..."
The werewolf wanderer Lukaka was sitting on the rocky mountain waiting for his teammates. The breath of the female human stargazer in its nose was accelerating away.
Lukaka knew that she had used the magic scroll again.
But Lukaka is very patient, and werewolves never lack this.
She couldn't escape, just like the countless prey Lukaka had hunted before.
Lukaka swung his thick black tail in boredom. He didn't like this new teammate: he didn't follow the rules very much and always liked to do some self-righteous actions.
"Hey, Kaka! Did you kill that damn bitch?!"
At this moment, a thick voice came from not far away.
Lukaka turned his head, and the owner of the voice was his new teammate: Goujiri, a grumpy human warrior.
He has a very ferocious tattoo on his face - he was preparing to advance to Destroyer, but was eliminated.
"She used an acceleration scroll. If I use the acceleration ability, you will be left behind."
The werewolf wanderer Lukaka stared at Goujili with his brown eyes and said.
"Since you can catch up with her, why don't you just kill this damn slippery bitch!!"
Goujili roared at Lukaka. The ferocious tattoos on his face were twisted, like a crawling centipede exuding malice and evil.
"The captain's division of labor is very clear. Tracking is my business, and killing is your business. I can track the opponent, but you can't kill him. That only shows your incompetence..."
"This is the rule that Bloody Eyes has always followed, and the rules should be followed."
Lukaka looked at Goujili without fear. Werewolves are never afraid of fighting.
Even if the rogue has no advantage in a head-on battle, Lukaka is confident that he will leave Goujili with a sufficiently "satisfactory" gift before his death.
"bump!"
Goujili struck the rock where Lukaka was with his axe, but Lukaka had already nimbly avoided it, and took advantage of the stiffness of Goujili's attack to chop Goujili's hand.
dagger.
The tough iron armor rarely blocked the penetration of the dagger, but the paralyzing poison smeared on the dagger quickly evaporated in Goujili's body.
"Bang!"
When Goujili pulled out his ax in pain and was about to look for Lukaka, there was a slight explosion and thick smoke enveloped the nearby area.
In the thick smoke, Goujili heard Lukaka's voice, but because of the special composition of the smoke, he could not distinguish Lukaka's location.
"Stupid guy, this thing can allow you to track the stargazer within 6 hours. If you can't kill her within 6 hours, I think the captain will teach you the tradition of the bloody eyes!"
Goujili felt something coming from the smoke, and when he grabbed it, he found it was a small bone flute.
A scarlet light flashed from the corner of Goujili's eyes...