Chapter 80: Unending Battle! Third Update
Everything around was rapidly retreating.
Clarityna-Silverblade ran with all her strength because she knew that if she slowed down even a little, she would fall into the hunters’ encirclement. Shadows were swiftly closing in behind her, and in the vast desolate wilderness, few creatures could escape the tracking of werewolves. Clarityna-Silverblade quickly realized that it was nearly impossible for her to shake them off; at the rate things were going, she would be caught by the enemy in just a few minutes.
The distance was gradually closing.
Even as a powerful Silver Moonwalker, she was still being pursued.
Soon.
Clarityna-Silverblade realized that she might not escape tonight.
Ding-dong.
A crisp sound as she tore off the Silver Moonwalker insignia from her chest, which began to emit a faint glow. She threw the insignia into the river ahead and then turned to dash into a hollow valley.
She had nowhere to run.
The footsteps of the enemy were closing in. Clarityna-Silverblade knelt on the ground, gripping the hilt of her weapon, her eyes closed in peaceful prayer. She knew this would be her last prayer to Lady Silver Moon, as the hunters had marked her as prey. In this wilderness, it was impossible to shake off these enemies with powerful tracking abilities, so her expression was unusually devout as she recited her final prayer in ancient Elven.
“May my faith not be desecrated by the enemy, may my blade be worthy of the name Silver Moon!…”
“May the silver lady guide my soul’s return!”
Clarityna-Silverblade slowly stood up, her expression incredibly resolute, staring at the numerous enemies who were drawing closer from the darkness as she slowly drew her silver-white battle bow.
She was a Silver Moonwalker.
As the pride of a Silver Moonwalker, she would fight until the last moment!
The wind howled.
At that moment, the moon seemed to take on a tinged bl**d-red color. The valley echoed with howls, and a faint scent of bl**d wafted through the air.
About ten minutes later.
An exceptionally burly werewolf emerged, carrying the cold corpse of a female elf. Three sharp arrows were lodged in its chest, but due to the dark creature’s strong regeneration ability, it hardly cared. The muscular werewolf hoisted the gradually cooling body onto its shoulder and swiftly approached the altar. Behind it were other hunters, many of whom were already limping.
In the silent valley.
The ground was scattered with numerous bodies—werewolves, ogres, lizardmen, and human hunters. At the edge of the valley lay a broken silver-white battle bow, riddled with cracks, as if its owner had used it more than once to block attacks. Not far away were ruined, bl**d-stained pieces of exquisite armor and a half-broken elven blade severed by brute force.
The valley was dead silent.
Everything seemed to have quieted down. Only the cold corpse being taken away by the hunters dripped bl**d from its pale fingertips.
No one knows how much time has passed.
As dawn approached, a sleek figure sprinted out from the distant forest, heading straight for the river. With a splash, she jumped in.
In the river’s silt, she found a silver-white special insignia.
A crystal tear fell.
A beautiful elven woman slowly stood up. She traced the footprints on the ground and quickly found the valley marked by signs of battle.
“Clarityna!…”
“My sister! We will take revenge for you! Anyone who harms a Silver Moonwalker must pay the price!…”
The elven woman slowly knelt on one knee, retrieved the broken silver-white battle bow from the ground, and pulled out the half-broken elven blade.
Her eyes were filled with rage and hatred as she turned and sprinted towards the Autumn Leaf Forest.
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In Arendelle, the Royal Palace.
After nearly three days, Soren finally reached an agreement with the Princess.
The repair of the Holy Avenger ultimately did not go through, as for some reasons unknown even to Soren, the Princess persistently refused to help the paladins fix the artifact.
However!
What surprised Soren was that just when he thought he could not borrow the Holy Avenger, the Warden unexpectedly agreed to lend it to him once again. But this required Soren to swear by his divine name that he would never seek to claim the weapon for himself and would return it immediately after borrowing it from the paladins. Swearing by one’s divine name imposed a strong constraint; if Soren made this oath, he could never attempt to occupy the Holy Avenger, or he would have to pay a heavy price.
The paladins were probably worried about something too.
To them, Soren was a figure who walked a fine line between good and evil; his actions were undoubtedly wicked, yet the prosperity and stability of Modo City and the thriving order of the Southern Coast made many of his actions astonishing to the paladins.
This result and requirement were clearly discussed among the paladins.
They might have also worried that Soren would seize the Holy Avenger in other ways; aside from the paladins, there were few who could wield the Holy Avenger. However, considering Soren’s divine identity, they forcefully accepted it. They just wondered if other deities could use the artifact, and thinking of this, they could not help but feel anxious.
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During this time.
Soren kept an eye on the spreading plague while also monitoring the movements of the God of the Hunt—Mara. However, today, the intelligence organization in Modo City unexpectedly sent him a very strange message through magical communication.
That was the Silver Moonwalkers were frequently appearing in that region!
Soren, possessing the Wanderer divine profession, had many thieves under his command, and the news that came in was rather strange. It was unclear why the Silver Moonwalkers had recently clashed several times with the followers of the God of the Hunt.
Another rather bizarre trend was that the Silver Moon Church seemed to be gathering personnel near Leaffall City.
Lady Silver Moon was a very powerful deity!
Although her powers had always been unstable, her faith spanned many races, including humans, elves, and beastmen. She was the only deity not belonging to the Elven Pantheon but possessing widespread worship among the elves. Now that the Silver Moon Church seemed to be operating in that direction, it made Soren very curious!
Could it be that Lady Silver Moon wanted to confront the God of the Hunt?! Is she trying to compete with me for kills?!
……………… (To be continued ~^~)
