Chapter 37 The Gaze of the Night Goddess
As the leader of the guard, Hilud has the responsibility to lead the team members to generate income.
She wants to maintain the loyalty and morale of this elite unit under her command. In addition to personal prestige, gold coins are also indispensable.
Erazing the cultists' dens would bring considerable profits, so Hilud agreed to cooperate.
In this copy of the Dark Night Sect in Yeats' memory, all the soldiers are at the second level, and it is impossible to conquer it by yourself.
But with Herod's team here, the probability of completing the reward for "Capturing the Night Bishop" will be greatly increased.
Thirty percent profit is better than nothing. Moreover, the Dark Night Sect hiding near Morning Frost Ridge is also a hidden danger, and eradicating it with Hilud's help can be said to kill two birds with one stone.
The next day.
Lena learned about Yeats's assassination and quickly came to ask about it. She learned that Yeats planned to go up the mountain with Herod to exterminate the cultists.
“But how do you determine the specific hiding place of the Dark Night Sect?” Lena asked.
Yeats: "The female assassin has promised to lead the way, and her words are probably credible."
Hilud nodded... I have personally seen the power of the so-called 'strange itching potion', and then observe the priestess His demeanor, his surrender does not seem fake.
Even if she lures the enemy deeper and leads this group of people into a trap, it doesn't matter. Using the trick to counterattack and reinforce them is also part of Hilud's plan.
The wolf girl Lena frowned... As a businessman, she did not want to be an enemy of the Dark Night Sect, but Yeats was her distinguished guest, and she was assassinated. If she remained indifferent, it would be chilling and lose her prestige.
At this time, Hilud proposed a two-pronged strategy. Lena could lead the caravan one step ahead. She would only lead five members of the guard. After completing the mission with Yeats, they would catch up with the caravan.
Lena agreed to this suggestion, allocated six good horses to Hilud, and ordered the caravan to break camp and set off.
Yeats and Herod, led by the priestess, divided into two groups.
Temple Ruins.
The ruined walls are covered with moss, and the murals on the broken walls have long since peeled off. The dome of the temple no longer exists. The sun shines on the stone pillars and the rotten and water-logged altar.
Yeats, Herod, Gray, and five of their cronies were hiding in the jungle. The priestess walked alone to the front of the altar, looked around, and then tapped three broken bricks on a broken wall. The illusion that shrouded the temple gradually dissipated, and steps leading to the underground appeared.
The priestess recalled what happened yesterday, unconsciously clamped her legs and let out a sigh in her heart.
Bishop, please forgive my betrayal, that young man’s potion skills are too great!
She followed the steps deep into the ground, and then the illusion enveloped the ground again, and the entrance disappeared.
Hilud silently wrote down the method of opening the temple, and winked at the herald beside him. The Argonian herald nodded and put on an alert attitude ready to fight at any time.
Yeats: "Is there any battle plan?"
Herod: "Go right in and kill all the cultists you see before they tip off the news."
Yeats: "..."
Perfect stealth plan!
Hilud is not a reckless person, but attacking by force is the battle strategy that best suits the Ironsworn Guards. Bringing Yeats with him was also due to his astonishing potion skills, which might have miraculous effects in combat. She asked the Argonians to protect Yeats' safety, and immediately took the lead and went deep underground.
The underground stairs lead to the tomb of the temple.
This place was transformed into the secret base of the Dark Night Sect. Along the way, they met two cultists dressed in black. When they saw the murderous Hilud, they were stunned. Before they could question him, they were stabbed through the throat with a thin sword.
Looking at the body that was still cold, Yeats felt respect for Herod in his heart.
He is a PVP boss!
There is a mechanism that spits poisonous mist hidden in the tomb, but a priestess informed them in advance that everyone had already prepared the antidote and avoided the trap in advance.
More and more cultists fell, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Deep in the tomb, 'Dark Night Bishop' Moore was wearing dark purple tights, a black hood, and a black metal mask, closing his eyes and chanting silently. He stood in front of the altar, holding an exquisite statue of the goddess of the night.
The carving of this small statue is extremely exquisite, showing a human woman with long, slightly curly hair, dressed in black, with a graceful figure, a veil on her face, and her eyes are obviously smiling. But extremely cold.
"A guest is here." Moore opened his cold eyes and said, "Prayers to the goddess of the night cannot be interrupted. Go and open the cage of the poisonous crocodile bird."
On the other side. Yeats and his party entered an empty tomb. This tomb has two floors, extending in all directions, and has multiple exits.
"According to the priest, civilians who are preparing to sacrifice are imprisoned," Gray said.
"We have to find the location of the prison..."
Before Shilud finished speaking, the sound of a 'click' mechanism was heard deep in the tomb.
"Roar!!"
Everyone looked up at the same time and saw a huge bird monster rushing out of the second floor of the tomb.
The poisonous crocodile bird has a terrifying crocodile-like long crocodile, with jagged fangs spread out, its body covered with rough bark-like scales, and green wings covered with tumors.
This strange bird even has a long crocodile-like tail covered with sharp hook-like stingers. It flaps its wings and flies around the tomb, emitting a strong stench.
Hilud's team took out their hand crossbows and shot steel arrows at the wings of the poisonous crocodile bird, but the effect was not ideal.
"Its weak point is its tail!" Yeats said, "Just attack there!"
This is the first time Hillud has seen the poisonous crocodile bird. While observing in secret, Ye Zhi heard that Zhi's reminder was a bit unexpected.
How could he know the weakness of the poisonous crocodile bird? The eagle-helmeted woman had no time to think about it, and took advantage of the poisonous crocodile bird to swoop down and avoid it.
Boom! !
The falling impact of the poisonous crocodile bird caused a huge shock in the tomb chamber. Hilud's eyes were sharp, and the sharp blade in his hand hit the vital point accurately.
"Roar!!" The poisonous crocodile bird screamed in pain, swung its long tail, and swung away all the enemies around it.
Hilud jumped up lightly, landed on the back of the crocodile bird, and struck a series of blows towards its tail.
Boom!
The huge tail of the poisonous crocodile bird fell, and its body also collapsed on the ground and struggled painfully. The team members swarmed up and completely ended its life.
The Argonian put away his sword, breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but look at Yeats.
Without the key information he provided, it would have taken a lot more effort to defeat this poisonous crocodile bird.
Obviously he is a noble, but he has good opinions on hunting monsters... The Argonians silently gave Yeats a higher rating.
Herod looked deeply at Yeats, said nothing, nodded and said: "Find that bishop."
Yeats could feel that this team's attitude towards him had changed significantly.
If you want to ask why you understand the poisonous crocodile bird, thanks to the food spirit's insights into ingredients, the tail of this poisonous crocodile bird is a rare and delicious ingredient.
"Today's dinner is settled..." Yeats thought to himself.
Deep in the tomb.
"It's not good, Lord Bishop, the poisonous crocodile bird has been killed by them!" the believer stumbled to report.
“What?!” A hint of disbelief flashed in Dark Night Bishop Moore’s eyes.
The poisonous crocodile bird is his trump card, how can it be so unusable? !
Moll took a deep breath and gradually calmed down. A cold light flashed in his eyes. He squeezed the statue of the Night Goddess in his hand and whispered hoarsely:
"Great Night Goddess, your temple is under attack. To the blasphemy of the ignorant”
More knelt down devoutly, holding the statue in his hand high.
"Now, I pray for your power and ask you to send down the oracle to let these ignorant people return to the eternal embrace of the dark night..."
The statue of the god emits a coquettish shimmer, but it is bright. Faint again.
Is it because...I didn't offer enough sacrifices?
Moll stood up indifferently.
In this case, let's advance the blood sacrifice and attract the attention of the goddess of the night!
(End of this chapter)