Night Raven Master

Chapter 233 Hunters' "Hunting" Plan

Tick-tick-tick-

The crossbowman's eyes widened, and he could feel the pain from his neck.

On the soft and slippery tentacles, there seemed to be something sharp that cut most of his neck open.

don't want!don't want!I don't want to die!

He shouted in his heart, but he couldn't make any movements, his hands, feet, mouth, except for his eyes, any part of his body didn't respond to his strong will to act.

The fear became more and more intense, but he had no ability to resist at all.

The ticking sound and the silent silence made him feel that he was getting closer and closer to death. While fearing and despairing, his body became more and more weak and tired.

The next moment, a pair of empty eyes with no eyeballs but only eye sockets emerged from behind him.

Hesitation watching.

But it is different from the previous image with only eyes. What emerges is a huge head that resembles the head of a bird.

The twisted and mysterious strange pattern has the strange characteristics of the creatures in the phantom world.

This is the head of the Wandering Behemoth.

After the head of the wandering giant emerged, the crossbowman's soul felt a strong sense of tremor, and the invisible force whose outline resembled a bird's beak gently bit down on the spiritual bridge connecting the soul and body.

He is not a spellcaster, nor does he have spiritual superpowers. The extremely fragile spiritual bridge is directly broken at the moment when the upper and lower beaks are closed, as if cut by a sharp weapon.

In an instant, the crossbowman's eyes lost their luster.

And the bird head of the wandering giant beast didn't just disappear. The empty eye sockets looked at the broken spiritual bridge, and the head poked forward.

A faint blue, vague figure was torn out from the crossbowman's body by it.

A broken belt that resembles an umbilical cord is constantly shaking, and a part of the blue soul is also constantly graying and fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The shadow crow with radiant eyes opened its beak and spit out a gray-white round bead.

Inside the round bead, dozens of transparent, resentful spirits kept beating on the inner wall of the bead, but they couldn't break free at all.

The gray and white beads rolled all the way to the side of the corpse, shining brightly.

The bird's beak was released, and the soul of the crossbowman fell from the mouth of the wandering head, and was sucked in by the gray beads.

Then the wandering head quickly faded and disappeared in the air.

After the soul was completely inhaled by the bead, the shadow crow swallowed the bead and disappeared into the shadows.

The silent tree house returned to its original state, and those false phantoms disappeared completely.

The crossbowman's body was leaning against the small window of the tree house, his eyelids closed naturally, as if he had fallen asleep peacefully.

It's just that he won't wake up any more.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the tree house, and Art continued to follow behind York, looking around with a "shocked" face, as if he had seen this excavated snow track for the first time.

And York didn't know that at this time, he had already lost an accomplice. Zai's right hand, in the "blind spot" of Art's line of sight, was gesturing to his accomplices.

Yate pretended not to see it and continued to cooperate with him in acting.

"Angus, I'll tell the others first, let them prepare the materials, and you go in and have a rest first."

York laughed and spoke to Art.

Then he shouted into the house:

"Uncle Truno, Uncle Truno! I'm bringing the guests!"

He deliberately put emphasis on the word "guest".

"..." Art just looked at him and yelled.

"Ah, Truno is the oldest hunter in our hunter village. If there are guests, we will let him take care of them first."

York smiled and patted Angus on the shoulder, continuing to play his image of a bold man
"And Uncle Truno knows a lot. If you have any questions, you can ask Uncle Truno."

"No matter which place has the most monsters nearby, or which road is easier to meet other mercenaries, Uncle Truno is very clear."

Saying that, the door of that hut was opened.

"York? Can't you just be quiet?"

A wrinkled old man who looked about six or seventy years old walked out of the house with a dissatisfied face:

"What if it causes an avalanche again?"

"Snow, avalanche!?" Art tried his best to play the role of an ignorant young man.

"Yes, that's right, boy, you also shut your mouth. The snow here is too thick, and the walls can barely block it. Don't shout."

The old man took a look at York's concealed gesture, and put his gaze on Art's body. A trace of pity flashed in his eyes, and in the next moment, this pity completely turned into indifference.

"You don't need any effort, but you have so much wealth. Why don't I have it? Why do my wife and children need to fight monsters for their lives and be killed while hunting monsters, but you can be so comfortable?"

Thinking this way in his heart, the old man's face turned straight:
"Come in quickly. Although this small village is well disguised, it can't be too noisy. There have been some monsters in the forest recently. Don't attract them all. It's too cold to deal with them."

After speaking, the old man turned around and walked into the house.

Looking at the old man's movements, a trace of doubt flashed in York's eyes. He always felt that Uncle Truno was a little strange today.

But forget it, hurry up and call other people over, be on the safe side, kill this kid as soon as possible, and look for another prey after the heavy snow is over.

Thinking so in his heart, York pushed Art's shoulder:

"Angus, you go with Uncle Truno first, and I'll call the other hunters over."

He pointed to the back of the hunter's hut. Not far away, there were several huts there, which were the huts of other "hunters".

"Hunter?" That's right, hunting "people", I am also a hunter.

"Ok~"

Yate smiled in his heart, with an undoubted innocence on his face, he waved to the other party, indicating that he knew.

Art's performance made York's eyes more mocking. After he finished speaking, he tightened his fur clothing, and through the clothing, his palm brushed against the hunting knife that wiped many people's necks .

Afterwards, he left Art's side and walked towards other huts along the dug snow path

And Yate also had a sneer in his heart, and Phantom of the Night made the same movement, tightening his gray-white robe made of shadows.

The shaking of the hem of the robe cast out more than a dozen dark shadows, and the shadow crows followed York along the shadows on the edge of the snow and sneaked into other hunter's huts.

York walked without any panic, nor did he act suspiciously. Since becoming a robber with other hunters, he had already intercepted and killed more than a hundred passers-by, without any psychological burden at all.

After being instigated by Uncle Truno to hunt down a businessman's heir for the first time, this group of hunters who were already dissatisfied with life had already tasted the sweetness.

They no longer want to live the life of hunting monsters and collecting materials.

As soon as he approached, before he raised his hand and knocked on the door, the door opened, and several hunters came out of it.

These five hunters are all in their [-]s and [-]s. Except for one middle-ranked hunter, all of them are low-ranked. They all look ordinary, and they don't have any characteristics of sallow, hungry, treacherous and shrunken faces. The most special one is because he looks a little shorter.

He smiled, glanced at York, and showed a bright smile:

"Found prey again?"

"That's right, he is a son of a merchant, a bard, and his strength has just reached the middle level, but I tried it out, I don't have much combat experience, I am a little defensive, my reaction is very immature, and I basically have no experience."

York laughed loudly and said:
"After a few words, he regarded me as a friend."

"Well done! York!"

The short man laughed, and then showed a regretful expression:
"Unfortunately there are no women."

"At this time, it's hard to find even people, let alone women."

York said with a smile, but looked at the short man with a hint of disdain.

At this time, another person beside him said:
"All five of us have passed, can we solve it?"

"can."

York nodded, and his eyes swept over him: "Now he is at Truno's place, and he has the poison prepared by Truno, that kid has no ability to resist at all, even if he doesn't, he can't deal with the three of us. a low position."

Although he is old, Truno's strength is also average, and his rich combat experience can make up for his physical weakness.

The six people looked at each other and smiled, but no matter how you looked at this smile, it was a bit ferocious, as if "Angus" was their unresisting prey.

But they didn't realize that in the shadows behind them, a pair of icy eyes were watching them:

It's like watching a group of insects.

At this moment, York said aloud:

"I'm going to find other people. I'm worried that that kid has some powerful magic props. These fat sheep will always carry some life-saving things on them. I don't want to be killed."

"You are too timid."

The short man snorted, but he didn't raise any objection: "Hurry up, hurry up, let's go and have a look first."

Then under his leadership, the other four bypassed him and walked towards Truno's hunter's cabin.

York looked at the backs of several people, especially the short man, with a gloomy expression on his face.

There was a feud between the two, and the other party often found fault with him. I really wanted to find a chance to slaughter this guy and that fat sheep together.

(End of this chapter)