Grandmaster Hunter of Age of Mythology

In Shadow Moon City, which was shrouded in darkness, an intense exploration operation quietly began. Five detectors were activated at the same time, and at that moment, it seemed as if a powerful force was stirring in the space.

The night sky seemed unable to withstand this force and was distorted like a crumpled black cloth. The snowflakes that were originally falling leisurely were not spared.

The snowflakes were instantly shattered in the air, turning into countless tiny ice crystals that filled the air. These ice crystals melted quickly, making the already cold air even more humid.

This humid air took away more heat, so the weather in this area became even colder, as if a biting chill was exerting ruthless oppression on everything around it.

However, behind this seemingly disturbing phenomenon, there are gratifying results...

In less than an hour, the five detectors played a huge role. Like sharp hounds, they sniffed out clues in the complex environment.

They successfully discovered faint clues of dark elements in three places. This discovery was like a few starlights in the darkness. Although weak, it brought hope and direction to everyone.

Kabaeva watched all this and couldn't help but sigh in her heart that this purple-eyed boy had such keen perception, he was simply like a demon.

In this world, perception is an extremely valuable gift. For most people, being able to detect a weak fluctuation of the dark element is a very difficult thing, just like finding a special drop of water in the vast ocean.

But this purple-eyed boy could sense it so easily, which undoubtedly showed that he had extraordinary talent and potential in this area.

The array master quickly drew a sketch on the side, and as the pen in his hand rustled on the paper, the outline of a map gradually emerged.

Master Kabaeva took the sketch and looked at it, and was immediately shocked. The sketch clearly marked various information, all showing that this purple-eyed boy had amazing insight into the situation.

Kabaeva thought to herself:

"This guy! He's in just the right position." This choice of location is simply brilliant!

Judging from the current situation, the villagers are dealing with corpses day and night, which has a subtle impact on the overall situation.

Therefore, in this situation, because there are so many people and people from the Mercenary Association are on duty, the shadow priest naturally dare not act rashly.

The arrival of Kabaeva and others also made the situation more complicated, making it even more hopeless for the shadow priest to escape.

Taking the initiative is not a wise choice for Kashin. It is full of dangers and he might suffer losses.

Instead, it is safest to wait for the rabbit to come. As for Kashin, he could not risk looking for the shadow priest. After all, the shadow priest hides in the dark, and rash action would only put himself in danger.

Therefore, holding the commanding heights became a very wise choice. As long as the shadow priest appeared, he could take action immediately.

Catch them all in one fell swoop, eliminate this potential threat, and restore peace to Shadowmoon City.

His ability to deduce the purple-eyed boy's combat intentions and his outstanding ability in dealing with danger and grasping the situation made Master Kabaeva look at him with even greater respect.

Kabaeva was well aware of the Dark Priest's sinister and cunning methods. Even though she was surrounded by many companions at this moment, she was still full of fear and did not dare to act rashly.

After all, if these shadow priests occupied the dangerous places and constantly used various insidious tricks, their own people would probably suffer unnecessary casualties.

After careful consideration, Kabaeva made prompt arrangements: the magicians only needed to wait outside the stone houses and must not take any risks rashly.

Because as long as the dark priest refuses to show up and surrender, they will starve to death in the house within a few days.

Thus, in these three crucial locations, a team of magicians and a team of sharpshooters among mercenaries appeared in the blink of an eye.

They completed the deployment work silently, like a dragnet, tightly surrounding the stone houses.

Those shadow priests trapped in the stone house really have no words to grievance at this moment!

It turned out that these stone houses allocated to them by the town hall were supposed to be residences for merchants, so they were all equipped with basements.

In this way, even if these houses were originally intended for other refugees, they could eventually fall into the hands of the shadow priests with just a little trickery and a few sweet words.

Basically, no one in the wealthy areas was spared during the church turmoil. They were all killed by various forces as Christians and their property was looted.

A batch of stone houses were distributed to refugees. In the eyes of the city hall, the rich area was nothing, so they were just distributed to the common people to give them a better start and allow them to have more children.

Although they relied on the secret basement left by the rich, there was no exit. Now it was blocked by the magician, and it would be a dead end.

There is no doubt that the dark priest himself confirmed that he could not escape at this moment. He never dreamed that he would be blocked here before accomplishing his goal. If he had known earlier, he might have been able to escape.

Now, the other side is hunting with precision, what should I do? Fighting again has lost its meaning, and I always feel indescribably uncomfortable.

But there was no other way. While I still had the energy to eat, I decided to break out late at night and act after careful planning...

This shadow priest has a slender figure, like a work of art carved out of darkness, exuding a unique aura that inspires both awe and curiosity.

He was taller than an ordinary person, but his figure was extremely thin, like a slender shadow. At this moment, everything was ready to attack the ambush outside.

This is a spirit of sacrifice, fighting desperately to give companions a chance to escape. Martyrdom is the most glorious way to die, and one will be able to receive the care of the Lord in heaven...

A black robe hung from the top of the head to the ground. The texture of the black robe looked thick and rough, but it seemed to be able to swallow light. Any light shining on it would be ruthlessly absorbed without leaving a trace of reflection.

There were some faint runes embroidered on the black robe. Those runes emitted a faint dark red light, as if they were the medium that drew power from the abyss. The lines of the runes were winding and tortuous, like the tentacles of a devil, mysterious and dangerous.

His face was hidden under the hood of his black robe, and only his pale skin could be vaguely seen. It was a bloodless white, like a snowy field that never sees sunlight all year round.

The years have left their marks on his face, with a few wrinkles extending from the corners of his eyes, testifying to the vicissitudes of life he has experienced.

His eyes were deep black, like two bottomless wells, flashing with coldness, wisdom, and a hint of madness that was barely noticeable. When his eyes swept across, it seemed as if they could penetrate a person's soul, making them shudder.

The candlelight flickered in the basement, and the silence was eerie. The atmosphere was also gloomy. The leftovers on the table were a bit messy, and it was obvious that the shadow priest didn't want to clean up the environment...

He is fully armed and ready to fight, just waiting for the best opportunity. His companions are not together and cannot get in touch, so he can only rely on their keen insight...