The Divine Hunter Chapter 8: Finn Kahn
An ancient and gorgeous tomb.
Two spotless marble coffins lay in the center, their bottoms continuously hitting the floor, making a muffled sound like muffled thunder.
The rich magic power overflowed from the gaps in the sarcophagus and turned into a vortex as if it were a substance, cutting the surrounding space into broken mirrors and filled with criss-crossing folds.
Suddenly, gusts of dark wind blew from the dark corridor on the east side, blowing past the torches hanging on the walls. Amidst the whining wind, the firelight flickered twice ghostly. On the right wall of the tomb chamber, pieces of carefully carved oak trees, Patterns of vines and green leaves tremble.
These patterns are exquisite and full of wonderful textures. They seem to be activated at any time into real flowers and plants, blooming and exuding fragrance. What makes the scenery terrible is that too long time has destroyed its integrity, spider webs, and lines. Cracks and holes made by wild rats divided the walls into countless pieces.
On the other side of the wall, four dark figures standing side by side were projected.
A tall, thin man on the far right, with hands longer than his knees clasping the backpack **** his chest, a pale face with a huge aquiline nose, deep eye sockets, thin lips, and a posture that looks a bit like a man who spends every penny he has. tax collector,
The one on the left is wearing a black leather jacket, with his hands clasped around his chest, his back straightened rigidly, his facial features as sharp as a chisel, with a hint of aristocratic coldness and arrogance, he raised his chin and looked at the two sarcophagi, his eyes turning, He exuded an aloof temperament, and the darkness that formed his shadow was like a giant bat trapped in a cage, twisting and struggling, roaring greedily, and about to break out of the wall.
The remaining two people were very close to each other. One of them was wearing an extremely bold dark red open-breasted ruffled skirt and a pair of thin and smooth black lace gloves. She had her hands on her hips, revealing her thrilling and voluptuous curves like a full moon. The scarlet lips, slightly tilted nose, and upturned slender phoenix eyes are charming and moving.
The other one is wearing a sleeveless long dress, with her hands clasped in front of her belly, her posture is dignified, and the gems on the necklace on her chest are big enough to make any sorceress marvel. Her facial features are soft, and her temperament is elegant and noble. It has an indescribable sense of mystery that can put princesses and queens of all countries to shame.
The firelight flashed across her ten fingers, as slender as spring onions, revealing a distressing cross-shaped scar on each fingertip, with bright red blood pulsing in it.
"After early morning, the one-month period is about to expire and the transformation is about to be completed."
The man in black suddenly turned to the noble lady, and his magnetic voice echoed in the tomb, full of unquestionable flavor,
"In the next year, you are responsible for teaching her the rules and principles of the new world. Don't let her let out her instincts and become a childish lunatic of the free-spirited or caged sect. But there is no need to demand that she stop drinking. If you don’t see all the beauty in the world, how can you endure loneliness?"
The noble woman bowed her head.
The "tax collector" on the other side turned his eyes to the coffin on the left, and interrupted weakly and a little irritably,
"What about this newcomer? We strictly abide by the iron laws of the clan, spent a lot of blood on him, and even invested a precious quota. He should be kept in the Galansha tribe."
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"Sure enough, being greedy caused trouble, have you forgotten? A few years ago, the subordinate of the elder Vicvaro died in the north, and no bones were left, but before he died, he passed on the pain of burning silver. The elder concluded that the murderer must be the witcher. Now, it is the witcher’s turn to pay off his debt."
"You don't want to? If you have to keep him," the aloof man turned to another coffin, "are you going to send this 'little sheep' to the lions?"
The "tax collector" was silent for a while and nodded obediently.
The woman in the red dress hugged his arm comfortingly.
"One month later, when he is 'mature', I will personally take him to the south to meet with His Excellency and meet his destiny."
After the man finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head, his pupils turned into a dark abyss, and stared at the spy in the void.
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Amid a strange spin, the old Dawo, with frosty hair and beard, woke up from his dream with a groan. When he opened his eyes again, he entered a warm bedroom filled with pleasant incense from the ancient tomb.
He held the jasmine hairpin in his palm, propped himself up from the sofa, and looked around.
The mature and beautiful Ms. Corin Tilly was putting the half-knitted sweater in her arms into the iron box and smiled at him.
The wind blows hard.
Aiden hurriedly approached the old man and eagerly grabbed his withered hand, his reddish-brown vertical pupils full of anticipation.
"Master, I lived up to expectations and saw Eileen and the person you were looking for, all lying in the coffin. Dr. Gaudifoy and three other strange guys gathered together to chat and mentioned...mentioned"
Old Davao's tone quickly changed from excitement to hesitation.
The words spoken by the four people, their outstanding appearance and temperament became blurred in an instant.
The last pair of eyes filled with black flames accurately erased the relevant memories in his mind.
With one breath, Old Davo could only remember the ancient tomb chamber and the two coffins in his dream.
"The coffin is not for the dead?" Aiden's thin cheeks lost their color and his expression was gloomy, "So Gaitan still hasn't survived?!"
Roy and Coral came up from behind Aiden and patted him on the shoulder,
“The situation is not yet clear and it is too early to draw conclusions.”
There is no reason for a high-level vampire to take away two dead people.
He turned to the confused old man,
"The most important thing is their position, have you seen it?"
Old Davo rubbed his temples and repeated in a low voice,
"Ancient tomb, marble coffin, patterns of leaves and vines..."
The old man’s eyes lit up and he shouted excitedly,
"I know! It's not the Grave Mound Grassland, it's Finn Karn, the burial ground of ancient elves further northwest!"
"What are you waiting for? Ms. Rita, open the portal, let's find someone!"
Aiden shook his fist violently,
"Man, before that, I have something to remind you." Roy's expression suddenly became more serious than ever before,
"Just now, the blood in my body was extremely restless, giving me a strong warning and a lot of visions of the future."
"The guys in Finn Kahn's tomb are not as simple as the barber doctor and three ordinary people they appear to be. They are extremely dangerous."
Aiden’s eyelids twitched.
"There is at least one high-level vampire among them, maybe even four!"
"Get ready for battle! Of course" Roy changed his words and thought of Regis' good nature to change his ways~IndoMTL.com~It is best to resolve differences through peaceful means! ”
……
Three hours ago.
Birch forest at night.
The light of the torches formed a long dragon, tearing through the darkness and cruising quickly in the dense forest.
"Your Excellency Lambert, Consultant Triss, is it time to change places?"
A burly young knight with a long sword on his waist, silver armor and a white rose tattoo on his chest turned around and looked at the more than a hundred soldiers holding torches around him, and said slightly dissatisfied,
"Throughout the afternoon, everyone searched the woods. Except for the piles of bottles and cans, not even the shadow of the assassin was seen. I suspect that these clues are him laying out suspicions, and I suggest searching further. ”
"What Mr. Lorraine said makes sense! Brothers have worked really hard, and we will definitely ask for credit from Your Majesty when we go back!" Lambert smiled reluctantly, glanced at the red-haired sorceress Triss next to him, and saw that She pursed her lips and shook her head secretly
There is still no news from Roy.
Lambert took a deep breath, and made careful arrangements in advance to confuse the pursuers sent by King Fu in the woods for such a long time, which was considered the most benevolent thing.
"Knight of Lorraine, did you see that, what is that!" Lambert suddenly strode to the west of the birch forest exit sign, leaned over and pulled out a Cat Pie badge from the soil, his face full of surprise. Show it to the surrounding soldiers.
The tired faces became energetic again.
"The assassin fled to the northwest!"
Lambert shouted loudly, his eyes rolling.
Roy and the other five went to Kent Village in the east, so they must not let the pursuers cause trouble.
"Brothers, follow me, capture the assassin, and claim the reward from Your Majesty!"
The long dragon roared into the deep darkness at night.
Chapter 8 Finn Kahn