Chapter 681
It was like a performance with perfect teamwork.
Mary, who had been looking coldly elsewhere, suddenly twisted her body. She perfectly dodged the sudden strike from the mysterious dagger and appeared within that stretch of shadow.
Her fingers moved like blades as she flicked them, gently piercing into a living body.
A pained grunt rang out as warm, red blood started bleeding out of the cracked bark. At the same time, there was a light peeling sound as a slender figure peeled off of the bark. As the elven cape split apart, the trademark and delicate face of a female elf was revealed.
Even though this face was extremely contorted due to agony, it was still as pretty as ever. In fact, the elf’s current expression could invoke sympathy in most people.
Mary’s right hand, still infused with incredible amounts of blood energy, had penetrated the elf’s chest. She had a gentle grasp over the still-beating heart of the pretty elf.
“Ignore me; kill…kill this…demon!” Blood streaked down the corner of the injured elf’s mouth as she screamed with all her might.
The hidden snap of bowstrings rained down in the shadows of the surrounding woods.
The previously serene forest immediately became populated by moving shadows as countless phantasmal silhouettes floated through the woods, confusing the eyes of any witnesses.
The three blood knights gripped their runic longswords and prepared to give chase. However, they were momentarily stunned by the scene before them and had no idea in which direction they should pursue. They could only remain on the spot and listen carefully to the pitiful cries that rang out one after another in the forest until, finally, there was only deathly silence.
As they froze on the spot in confusion, Mary casually stepped out of the shadows of the trees, her lax hands still dripping with sweet and viscous blood.
Mary had trouble stopping the leader of those elves from escaping when she was only focused on that, even when she went all out. As such, Mary wasted no time on the leader and chose to slaughter the other elves rapidly.
Clearly, her harvest was plentiful as well!
“Go collect the corpses of those elves. I want to examine them again.”
Having said that, Mary proudly returned to her temporary base.
The aura and dominance of the Bloody Queen were no more obvious than at this very moment!
A short moment later, twenty-three elf corpses were spread out in a row on the empty field where the base was located. A few of the vampire higher-ups were moving around and examining them.
Finally, after hearing the feedback of some of the blood elves, Old Fox Vanlier returned to Mary’s side and delivered his report by her ear.
The Undermoon Assassins.
What the heck is that?
Mary waved the blood elves over and delved into more thorough questioning. It was only now that she figured out what this strange elven force was.
Of course, this was a force belonging to the Moonlight Temple.
The elven kingdom chose elven rangers with exceptional abilities and sent them to the Moonlight Temple. They then became loyal believers of the Moonlight Goddess and were blessed with powers, thus giving birth to this very different elven combat force– the Undermoon Assassins!
This operation compensated for the elven kingdom’s awkward lack of powerful assassins!
The Undermoon Assassins possessed exceptional individual technique. Every single elf was the very best at traditional archery techniques and close range fighting. Add to that the abilities bestowed upon them by the Moonlight Goddess, such as Moonstalking Stealth, Moonshade Clone, and many others, and the Undermoon Assassins possessed the fundamentals to become top assassins of the Faen Plane.
The only thing they lacked was likely practical combat experience and the grinding of their fighting will!
The debut of the Undermoon Assassins this time had undoubtedly been a disaster.
That was because they chose for themselves a hellish opponent for their very first operation– Bloody Queen Mary.
Though the Second Grade leader of the Undermoon Assassins was of the same grade as Mary, she was utterly inferior to the vampire, be it in terms of personal technique or god-given abilities.
Mary had practically crushed this proud Second Grade elf without any resistance!