SWDnovel Chapter 121 Don't Worry Too Much
Chapter 121 Don't Worry Too Much
Chapter 121 Don't Worry Too Much
The night was very dark in the savanna, outside the wooden fortress.
The horses' hooves landed on the grass with a steady thud, and the weapons at the half-elf's waist clashed together with a clanging sound.
The riders would instinctively tighten the reins and warily watch their surroundings.
Almost the entire Bloodline Purification Society came out.
The half-elf leader at the front was following the direction indicated by the guards, searching for the pure-blooded drow.
Where is he?
The half-elf chieftain reined in his horse, placed his hand on the saddle, and turned his head to face the guard who had just finished reporting.
The guard quickly lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the ground, and spoke rapidly: "Reporting to the chief, we saw him run into the darkness. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be heading towards the western hillside."
The leader nodded slowly, his fingers twitched, and a wisp of pale white light wrapped around his throat—this was a sound amplification technique.
His voice immediately grew louder, reaching the ears of every half-elf on horseback, and his tone was serious: "There may be an ambush ahead. Keep your distance and prepare for battle."
He paused, his tone hardening and ruthless: "Try to capture him alive, if that's not possible, kill him, but keep the body intact! Whoever captures him will be rewarded with three opportunities for a private ceremony."
"Three opportunities for the ceremony!"
These words tempted many half-elves, and greed appeared in their eyes.
Some people couldn't help but lick their lips, tighten their grip on the reins, and their breathing became rapid.
This means they can get closer to being purebloods.
The procession continued forward, the sound of horses' hooves growing increasingly rapid.
Just then, someone at the front of the line shouted, "There they are!"
Everyone looked up and saw a figure running quickly in the darkness, tall and slender.
This is the pure-blooded Drow Kane they've been looking for.
"Oh no, he's going into the woods!" a half-elf shouted hastily, his voice filled with panic.
The savanna is called that because there are scattered trees on the grassland, with intertwined branches and leaves, which are very suitable for hiding.
"Chief? The woods ahead are easy to defend but difficult to attack; there might be an ambush!"
Someone turned to look at the leader, their tone hesitant.
The leader frowned, thought for a while, and then stopped hesitating.
He took the longbow off his back, held it flat with his left hand, and held the arrow with his right hand, gently pulling back the bowstring.
The arrow was aimed at Kane's running figure, and his fingers turned white from the force.
"Enchant me!" he growled.
The three half-elves on horseback beside them immediately understood. Their palms glowed with different colors as they rapidly chanted spells: "Felfire!" "Hunter's Mark!" "Haste!"
Soon, the light of the spell illuminated the darkness, and the arrow in the leader's hand burst into red flames, with a faint glow emanating from its fletching.
His eyes narrowed, he released his fingers, and the arrow, carrying a strong wind, shot towards Kane's retreating figure as he was about to enter the woods.
Kane had barely stepped into the woods when he felt a chill on the back of his neck.
He turned around quickly and saw a flaming arrow flying towards him with a loud gust of wind.
Kane's eyes flickered, he frowned, and swung his scimitar, deflecting the arrow with a clang.
The arrow struck with great force, making his arm go numb, and flames spread along the blade.
Kane took the opportunity to loosen his grip, the scimitar fell to the ground, and he deliberately let out a muffled groan.
A look of pain crossed his face, his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground, rolling away into the shadows deep within the woods.
The half-elves were delighted to see this, and some even cheered.
Only the leader looked puzzled, feeling that Kane's fall was too deliberate, but hearing his subordinates' urging, he suppressed his doubts and said in a deep voice, "Chase him! Don't let him get away!"
On the other side, Kane leaned against the tree trunk and slowly stood up. He brushed the grass off his body, looked at the cut on his smock caused by the arrow, and showed a pained expression.
This cloak is an enchanted piece of equipment from the Spiderblade family. It grants immunity to spells and reduces the damage of first-level spells. The arrow tip from earlier clearly damaged it slightly.
However, his sewing skills are only at level one, so he can't fix this hole.
Kane spoke in a low voice, his fingers lightly touching the tear in his smock, his eyes turning cold.
"Looks like I'll have to find a chance to mend this garment later."
He looked up at the entrance to the woods, where the half-elves had dismounted and were forming a circle, preparing to enter the woods to search.
The leader, in particular, was holding the scimitar he had deliberately dropped and walked straight toward him.
"He is a Tier 2 Ranger, with at least two feats: Primal Perception and Extra Attack."
Kane thought to himself, keeping a close eye on the leader.
"His primal senses can roughly pinpoint my location, his extra attack can deliver two heavy blows in a short period, and with the spellcaster behind him, he's stronger than a typical second-tier ranger."
As more than twenty people slowly approached, Kane hesitated for a moment, but quickly became resolute.
He stood up, took a few steps back into the woods, and gestured towards the treetops.
The next second, a longsword fell from the treetop. Kane caught it, touched the blade, and a cold smile appeared on his lips: "Now, it's my turn to fight back."
Outside the woods, the half-elves gathered together. The leader dismounted and solemnly instructed them: "In groups of five, warriors will be in front, rangers on both sides to protect them, and spellcasters in the middle to protect the spellcasters. Only then will we have the advantage."
He paused, looked at the dark entrance to the forest, frowned, and said, "The forest in the savanna isn't large, but it's easy for people to hide there. Everyone be careful not to get ambushed! I'll go first, you follow."
Everyone immediately agreed and quickly divided into groups.
Each group consists of two warriors, two rangers, and one spellcaster.
This is a formation commonly used by the Bloodline Purification Guild. It can resist attacks, provide ranged control, and continuously enchant teammates.
Seeing the leader's serious expression, the somewhat restless half-elf quieted down and put on a serious face.
The leader nodded. For this operation, he left only one person in the camp.
Of the remaining twenty-odd people, apart from the spellcaster, half of them had reached the first tier of strength through the ritual.
In the Susas army, they would already be qualified as squad leaders. Although they lack experience in fighting opponents of the same level, their strength is genuine.
"Walk!"
The leader gave a low shout and stepped into the woods first, instructing the spellcasters around him to cast spells such as Speed, Great Stride, and Blade Protection on himself.
The faint glow of magic flickered on his white robes.
He gripped the scimitar he had picked up, touching the spider blade markings on the blade, and a chill ran down his spine:
This kind of enchanted weapon is something that ordinary drow don't have. It seems that this pure-blooded drow originally had considerable power. However, since he has left his family, there's no need to worry too much.
The half-elf party slowly walked into the forest. The dark forest was quiet, with only the sound of footsteps and leaves rustling.
They were all half-elves, with better night vision than humans, but the dense forest blocked most of the light, so they could only see a few feet in front of them.
There was no movement in the woods, but everyone knew that an ambush was definitely brewing ahead.
No one dared to speak first; they all gripped their weapons tightly, looking around warily, their palms sweating.
Just then, a soldier at the very back of the column suddenly screamed.