Annihilated Lilith

Chapter 5 5. Hayward

Emma ducked back subconsciously, worried that she would meet Bonaken's eyes.

"This kind of monster... shouldn't be active near the rocky beaches of deep mountains and lakes, and it lives in groups..."

Thinking of this, Emma looked around, it was pitch black, and there was no such abnormal red light elsewhere.

"Have you met before?"

"No." Emma shook her head and said, "I just heard grandma mention... she taught me a lot about dangerous magical creatures as my... bedtime stories."

Emma was a little embarrassed to share her childhood with strangers.

"This Bonaken must have gotten lost, something like that happens occasionally during their rut. The loser in a fight is briefly driven out of the herd for a mate."

"It looks like it wants to attack the station, don't you need to do something?"

"The logs used to build the wall are engraved with magical runes, which are not so easy to break. You pay attention to its movements, trying to find where the runes are broken or where the magic power has weakened over time."

"Then...you don't do anything?"

"Didn't I put out the torch?"

The man raised his eyebrows, looking flippant.

"As a fire-type monster, Bonaken is very sensitive to flames. This one was probably attracted by the light of the torch from afar."

"What if it keeps going around in circles like this? Or... hide nearby and attack our caravan during the day tomorrow."

"Normally not, the stray Bonaken will find a safe place to hide during the day, and then come out at night to find the direction of the herd. The point is... I don't want to fight it, its offensive method is very disgusting. "

These words aroused Emma's curiosity, and she asked with wide eyes, "What is that like?"

"When Bonaken encounters danger or is attacked, it will immediately spray a large amount of feces from the anus, and the place touched by these feces will immediately feel like it is on fire, like magma. It hurts to think about it, and it is also dirty! right?"

Phew, Emma couldn't help laughing out loud.No wonder grandma didn't mention this paragraph when she talked about it.

"Then I'm going back to sleep, and I have to leave early tomorrow morning."

"Okay, go, sweet lady."

Really frivolous.Emma cursed secretly in her heart, carefully touched the side of the ladder, tied her skirt around her ankles, and prepared to climb down.

After climbing for a while, she remembered that she hadn't asked the other person's name yet, so she climbed up a few more steps.

"Hey, witcher, what's your name?"

"I, my name is... Hayward."

What is "Just Call"?That's obviously a fake name made up now!Emma was a little unhappy, and didn't bother to continue talking nonsense with him, so she quickly climbed down angrily.

Watching Emma enter the post gate, Hayward smiled crookedly, then looked into the distance and raised his arms.

A shadow of a bow emerged out of thin air. The bow was very huge, standing much higher than his head. Although it was transparent, it was not illusory.

He then drew a bow and set an arrow in the air. The arrow was more transparent than the bow, and it was made of magic. It took a lot of concentration to see a little bit.

Hayward muttered something, and the transparent magic arrow gradually turned red, and the surrounding air began to heat up, and finally the arrow blazed.

Then, as soon as he let go of his hand, the rocket drew a parabola in the sky with a piercing howling sound, and shot away into the distance.

Bonaken's eyes turned red, and he suddenly started running in the direction of the rocket, with a lot of smoke coming out of his nose, making the sound of "pit time" and "pit time".

Where it stepped, the grass began to dry and burn instantly, but it quickly extinguished as it ran away.

"I don't know if it's that direction, I hope it won't lead you in the wrong direction."

Hayward kept smiling and muttered to himself.

……

In the next few days, Emma did not see Hayward.

Every day, we go at sunrise and arrive at our destination before sunset.Sometimes it's a post in the wilderness, sometimes it's a village.

The mornings are usually when the sky just starts to turn gray, so even though she lives in the village, Emma seldom sees the locals.The only things that can make her feel fresh are unfamiliar birds, green countryside, fields and woods.

She gradually became acquainted with several people in the same company, and sometimes she could chat about some topics.

Like her, two men and a woman with swords paid to go with the team. With the dream of becoming a swordsman, they went to the northern city to find famous teachers.

Emma had vaguely heard of the legend of the sword god from the north, but she didn't like the stories of fighting and killing, and she didn't remember them in her heart.And since it is called the Sword God, it should not be something that these ordinary young people can visit casually.It's probably just that the north is more martial arts and has more opportunities to learn.

She liked the look in the eyes of the three young men very much, it was a kind of high-spirited, untroubled and frank look.They are full of hope when they enjoy their life in the northern cities.

This kind of enthusiasm infected Emma to some extent. At first she was a little worried about the entrance exam, but now she has calmed down a lot, and even thought of it occasionally, she would be a little excited.

……

No matter how much she prayed for the smooth sailing of this trip, perhaps because Emma herself did not have a pious belief, there was still a little change.

This would have been an ordinary day.Not long after dawn, the small road in the mountains was deserted, only a few hares jumped across the road occasionally, and the bolder ones would stop in front of some fresh wheel tracks, sniff them curiously, and then It disappeared into the grass that spread out on the side.

The mountains are refreshing, and there are clouds and mists coming over the hills from the shade of the mountains, like waves that are too slow.The sky is blue, with only a few round clouds, and the new sun warms and dries the muddy ground generously.

It's hard to imagine that on such a bright morning, there will be such a strong smell of blood.

As before, Emma's carriage was at the end of the line.So when the caravan stopped, she couldn't see the situation behind the corner in front even when she got off the car.

"Don't run around, get in the car quickly."

The businessman's wife shouted anxiously, almost unable to restrain herself from wanting to get out of the car and drag Emma back.

Emma didn't want her to worry too much, so she had to go back to the car obediently.She saw the three young men with swords tightly holding onto the hilts, looking very nervous.

"What's wrong?" Emma asked.

"It smells like blood." The girl answered her.People who practice martial arts are very sensitive to the smell of blood, and they can catch it when the mountain wind blows slightly.

After waiting tensely for about half an hour, the convoy began to move forward slowly again.

The source of the smell of blood is not too far away. It is still on the mountain road, and a small strange caravan has become fragmented.The carriage turned over, the boxes containing the goods fell to the ground in a haphazard manner, and the wrapped cloth fell to the side, blown by the breeze, as if trying to survive.

Several businessmen were lying powerlessly in a pool of blood, showing no signs of struggling.Through the weapons in their hands and the traces on the ground, it can be seen that they have experienced a tragic fight before.

Emma watched all this from the window, covering her mouth in surprise.The merchant's wife tried to make her look away, but she didn't want to, but stared at all this with wide-eyed eyes.

Judging from the way they were dressed, one of them should be the team leader, with a horrible wound on his neck and a bloodless face.At this moment, he looked up at the sky with both eyes, stared blankly and opened his mouth. The clothes on his chest were completely torn apart, several muscles were missing, and his flesh was bloody.

There were a few people standing beside the corpse, they belonged to Emma's caravan, and they were talking quietly at the moment.The merchant's wife saw her husband among them and hurriedly stopped the carriage.

She asked anxiously, "Donnie! Is it someone you know?"

Donnie heard her voice, left his companion and came over.

"No, don't worry. It should be a newly established caravan that is rushing before dawn in such a hurry."

Businessman's wife folded her hands in prayer gesture.Emma didn't know which god she believed in, whether it was the god of thunder and fire that the northerners believed in, or the seven gods worshiped by the southerners.Since the reunification of the mainland, these gods who used to occupy one side seem to have gathered together.

"It's a good thing you didn't see it. The people at the front of the line saw those man-eating monsters with their own eyes... It should be the two ends that haven't had time to leave after the end."

The merchant's wife gasped, and hurriedly asked, "What monster is it?"

"It's Steppenwolf, each head is at least two meters high, no, maybe three meters high!"

Donnie gestured vigorously above his head with his hand, as if he had seen it, but Emma knew that he was just listening to the report of the person in front.

"It's terrible! Didn't they attack us?"

"No, the guards with the team discovered something was wrong from a long distance away, rushed up as soon as they saw them, and drove them away."

"Hayward?" Emma became a little worried, and hurriedly asked, "Did he fight the Steppenwolf? Was he injured?"

(End of this chapter)