paranoianovel Chapter 120: Lure the snake out of its hole
Chapter 120: Lure the snake out of its hole
Chapter 120: Lure the snake out of its hole
He was accompanied by eight mercenaries, including the two fat and thin mercenaries who had attacked him earlier.
The portly mercenary secretly observed Kane's expression and cautiously asked, "Sir, if we successfully destroy the Bloodline Purification Society, can the matter of the previous attack on you be wiped clean?"
Kane gave him a half-smile and slowly said, "Fine. But if you dare to desert, I will use the family's assassins to wipe you all out; not a single one will be spared."
Upon hearing this, the fat mercenary broke out in a cold sweat, and the other mercenaries also tensed up, not daring to relax in the slightest. They did not want to face the Drow's attack in the dark again.
In Sussus's children's fairy tales, the drow remain the most terrifying beings.
Kane looked around at everyone and continued, "The Bloodline Purification Society is an illegal organization wanted by the Royal Court, and the official bounty is one thousand gold coins."
In addition to the bounty from the bandit gang and the valuables that might be hidden in the stronghold, the total bounty amounted to two thousand gold coins.
If there is equipment among the loot, I will choose it first;
If there's no equipment, I'll take 30% of the gold coins, and the remaining 70% will be split equally among you all.
The group exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with excitement.
Although bloodline purification is extremely dangerous, Kane has already revealed his identity as a second-tier warrior, wearing a full set of enchanted equipment, and has volunteered to be the vanguard.
The group immediately felt emboldened and gripped their weapons tightly, eager to try.
The skinny mercenary pondered for a moment before speaking, "But they have scouts and ballistae guarding the gate. A frontal attack would be too difficult, and we would likely suffer significant casualties."
Kane smiled slightly and said confidently, "So, we need to lure the snake out of its hole."
The skinny mercenary suddenly realized, and the others also showed expressions of admiration.
As night deepened, the sky became completely dark, without even a sliver of moonlight.
Inside the Bloodline Purification Society's stronghold, two white-robed half-elf guards stood on the watchtower, vigilantly observing the surrounding movements.
"I heard that after this ceremony, we're going to Twin Harbor to capture pure-blooded drow. Do you think that will anger the royal court?"
The tall guard on the left asked with a worried expression.
The guard on the right waved his hand and replied, "You misheard. We're looking to capture a drow, not a high elf. What are you afraid of? Even if we do capture one, there's nothing to fear. No matter how skilled the drow assassins are, they only dare to roam freely in the Dark Forest."
Besides, they were previously at war with the War City of Nords, and one of their strongholds was razed to the ground. They're currently preoccupied with their own problems and have no time to bother us.
Hearing this, the tall guard's concerns lessened slightly, and he nodded gently.
Just then, the two suddenly caught sight of a blurry figure appearing on the flat ground in the distance.
Thanks to their innate night vision, elves can see a certain range even in the darkest night (their dark vision is not as good as that of drow elves).
"Enemy!" The guard frowned immediately and aimed his crossbow at the figure, his expression wary.
"Wait!" the tall guard suddenly called out to stop them.
The two squinted and looked into the distance. They saw the other person slowly remove his hood, revealing a dark face that was completely different from that of the Susas half-elf.
That was the skin color unique to drow elves.
"Pureblood Drow!" The two exclaimed simultaneously, recalling their previous conversation, their faces filled with surprise.
Before they could observe for even a moment longer, the drow elf immediately turned around and sprinted away at great speed, displaying the agility of a wanderer.
"Damn it, he's getting away!"
The guard panicked and hurriedly said, "Quick, quick, report to the chief! He's not on horseback; we can definitely catch him on the grasslands!"
On the other side, Theresa was tightly bound to a wooden frame, about to become a sacrifice in the ritual.
Her face was filled with despair, her eyes vacant as she stared at the white-robed cultists who had gathered around her, her heart filled with coldness.
After being captured today, she was severely tortured by a female cult member, but no information was obtained from her. The leader then ordered that she be used as a sacrifice for tonight's bloodline purification ritual.
The gentle voice in her heart rang out again: "Risa, perhaps this is destiny."
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My Velanther has long since left me; he has most likely been killed by the Nords.
Perhaps everything we've experienced today is the call of the spirits, inviting us to journey together to another world.
The sound was so faint that none of the believers around could hear it.
Theresa cursed silently in her heart: "You idiotic half-elf! I am a demon. Even if I die, I will only return to the abyss and lose a memory."
But you're different. Once you die, your soul will truly be scattered and you will never exist in this world again. In this material plane, there's no way any spirit or god could summon you!
The gentle voice fell silent again, never to be heard again.
Normally, Theresa might have offered her a few words of comfort.
But at this moment, as the cultists approached step by step, wielding sharp blades and their eyes filled with greed, the leader also stared at her with a sinister smile.
She had no time to care about anything else; all that remained in her heart was fear and resentment.
Just then, the gate was suddenly flung open, and the guard who had been on duty rushed in, shouting, "Chief! The pureblood drow is here! He's not far outside the village, and he's about to escape!"
He quickly recounted what had happened, and the leader's face changed drastically upon hearing it. He immediately shouted, "Everyone mount your horses, grab your weapons, and capture him alive! We absolutely cannot let him escape!"
As soon as the order was given, the believers present were instantly swept up in a frenzy, rushing out and heading towards the gate of the village.
In an instant, the village was filled with the neighing of warhorses and the clamor of voices, and in a short while, the village was completely deserted.
Theresa, tied to the wooden frame, stared in astonishment at the empty village, momentarily speechless.
The desperate situation was unexpectedly resolved.
"Risa, look! It seems the Elven God is protecting us; we're saved!"
The gentle voice in my heart, tinged with joy, rang out once more.
"Bless me my ass! I'm a demon! The abyss's consciousness won't protect a demon like me! I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you!"
When Theresa came to her senses, she immediately lowered her head and frantically gnawed at the ropes binding her, her voice filled with urgency.
"I'm destined to become a great demon, I can't die here, absolutely not!"