Upon witnessing the sudden execution of a majority of enemy players, Astrid charged at Dolk while brandishing her daggers. She then slashed her weapon at her fellow dark elf’s face, attempting to mutilate him. However, Dolk managed to lean back in time and narrowly dodge the blade.

  Astrid wasn’t done with her assault and continued to swing and slash her daggers at Dolk, forcing him to dodge and weave her strikes. All the while, the bastard continued to talk like it was nothing.

  “You seemed to have gotten a lot stronger. I guess I shouldn’t expect less from the Chief’s firstborn child.”

  “Shut it, asshole!” Astrid snarled.

  Just as Dolk was about to shift to the right, Astrid intercepted him by using [Quick Step] to block his path. Believing that she had him, her dagger blitzed toward her target like a bullet, threatening to pierce Dolk’s neck.

  Sadly, her attack missed when the bastard blurred out of existence before reappearing a couple of feet away from her.

  “Nice try, Astrid,” Dolk taunted with a gleeful grin. “But you’re not the only one with the [Quick Step] skill.”

  Astrid clicked her tongue, feeling annoyed. “Don’t think that skill is going to save you, bastard.”

  “Never crossed my mind,” He shrugged his shoulders. He then looked behind Astrid before pointing. “By the way, you might want to watch your six.”

  Although Astrid didn’t trust his words, her instincts soon warned her of trouble. She instantly spun around to inspect what kind of threat she was facing, bearing witness to a player attempting to attack her when she wasn’t looking.

  Just when she was about to drive her dagger into the enemy, a menacing black spear zipped near the two before piercing through the side of the enemy player’s torso. The enemy player abruptly stopped while looking at his side, noticing the gaping hole present. Blood and bits of his intestines spilled from the hole before the player collapsed on the spot.

  Astrid stared at the player’s corpse for a few moments then shifted her gaze over to Hazel, who was currently slaying any players that came her way along with Nycteris. The Nightwing roared and blitzed toward the other players, ripping them to shreds with his sharp claws and even tearing off a couple of their heads with his teeth.

  As for Hazel, she kept the players from getting close to her, firing mana bolts, and hurtling her cursed spears around, tearing through any enemies that were within her range. The witch soon noticed Astrid staring at her and gave her partner a thumbs-up.

  [Hazel Thatcher: I got this. You focus on that Dolk guy.]

  Instead of giving a reply, Astrid simply nodded at Hazel’s suggestion before turning back to face her true foe, Dolk Trygg. Meanwhile, the treacherous dark elf was watching Hazel’s fight against his men, looking impressed by her display.

  “Wow, that human companion of yours sure is powerful. And she has a strong Familiar as well. Where did you come across such a person?”

  “That’s none of your concern,” Astrid said coldly. “You should be more focused on me, Dolk.”

  Dolk’s smile deepened as if he expected Astrid to say this. “Yeah, I guess I should. Though, before we kick things off, I think it would be best to change locations, don’t you agree? We don’t want to have anyone interfering like that poor bastard next to you, right?”

  Astrid’s gaze trailed down to the deceased player that Hazel killed off. She felt no sympathy for the person. His fate was made as soon as he decided to try and attack her. If Hazel hadn’t stepped in to kill him, she would’ve anyway.

  Before doing anything else, Astrid messaged Hazel about what she was doing.

  [Astrid Skogr: Dolk plans to lure me somewhere else to continue our fight. Are you going to be fine on your own?]

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  [Hazel Thatcher: I’ll be fine, so do whatever you can to kick that guy’s ass.]

  Reading the message, a small grin formed on Astrid’s face. But it soon vanished when she placed her attention back on Dolk. Her eyes narrowed angrily almost like she was attempting to kill him with just her gaze alone.

  “Lead the way, then, asshole.”

  Dolk’s brows creased in annoyance. “You don’t have to be rude, you know.”

  “Just move already before I start attacking you again.”

  “Okay, okay, let’s go,” He raised his hands defensively, gesturing that he was doing it.

  Turning around, Dolk then leaped over to one of the houses before jumping toward another. Astrid soon followed suit and jumped after him, leaving Hazel to deal with the players attacking her and Nycteris.

  Thankfully, they weren’t having too much trouble dealing with them. For one thing, out of the twenty that were originally here, there were less than ten now. And all of them were rather weak compared to Hazel and Nycteris.

  One of the enemies with a mage class raised its staff and hurled a fireball spell at Hazel. She quickly noticed the spell before diverting the attack with Telekinesis, slightly moving it to the side and redirecting it at some players charging at her from behind. To make sure none of her opponents were suspicious of her Telekinesis spell, she moved to the side to make it more believable.

  The blazing ball crashed into one of the players, setting them on fire in an instant. His agonizing screams were heard along with the crackling flame that engulfed him. The player next to him stared in horror at the sight before getting his chest pierced by a mana bolt, leaving a basketball-sized hole.

  The two players collapsed in unison, with the one on fire still burning away, receiving beyond third-degree burns. As for the one that hurled the fireball in the first place, he attempted to retreat while letting the remaining players aside from him, which were now only seven, attack Hazel and Nycteris.

  The Nightwing roared in anger and barreled toward some of the players, swatting them away like flies or ripping them apart with his claws. His sharp claws dug into one of the player’s flesh, taking a large chunk of his body off, then opened his mouth to bite his head in half with a sickening crunch.

  One of the players with an axe charged at the Nightwing, threatening to cleave his body with the weapon. That didn’t happen because Hazel interfered by hurling a cursed spear through his body. And with the help of Telekinesis, she guided the spell over to the last remaining players, impaling them with relative ease.

  All except one. Once her cursed spear disappeared, Hazel noticed that one of the players was still alive while lying on the ground and trembling like a baby. He must’ve ducked at the last second, avoiding his fate of getting skewered by her spear.

  Knowing that one of them was still breathing, Hazel contemplated whether to kill him or not. It wasn’t that she was afraid to kill, considering how she and Nycteris just slaughtered the other players with zero hesitation. She was simply curious whether or not this guy would be useful to her.

  Nycteris soon noticed that there was one player left to kill and charged right toward him. The last remaining player cowered in fear, likely praying for someone to save him. And his prayers were soon answered.

  “Nycteris, don’t!”

  Heeding his master’s command, the Nightwing stopped in his tracks, scraping his hands and feet across the ground to slow down. Once he stopped, Nycteris turned to face Hazel, looking apologetic, like a dog who thought their owner was angry at them.

  Hazel noticed his expression and sighed. “Relax, bud, I’m not angry or anything, alright? I only told you to stop because I still need this bastard alive.”

  “Under...stood,” Nycteris glumly nodded.

  Walking next to the Nightwing, Hazel gently scratched his head with a soft smile. “You should go and deal with the other corpses. You don’t want their blood to spoil, do you?”

  Since Nycteris was a vampire-type creature, he could drink blood to both survive and empower himself. And considering that they killed some players, the Nightwing had plenty to feed on at the moment.

  Hearing this, Nycteris’s ears perked up as he looked over at the corpses. Giving his master one last look, he bolted toward the dead players to gorge himself while he could. Despite how disturbing it was, Hazel couldn’t help but laugh at her familiar’s eagerness to feed. It was like seeing a dog eat a treat.

  With Nycteris currently busy with feeding himself, Hazel placed her attention back on the player, who was still cowering before her. He didn’t even attempt to escape when she was talking to her familiar and simply stayed in place. It was possibly because he knew that he would die after moving even an inch away from the pair.

  Regardless, Hazel was thankful that the player was too afraid to do anything. Because now she planned to see what kind of information this guy had.

  Walking closer to the player, Hazel crouched down and stared at him for a moment with a wicked smile on her face.

  “Alright then,” She said while taking off her blindfold, revealing her glowing purple eyes as she stared directly at the player.

  The guy instantly freezes up in fear, unable to move or do anything while under the gaze of Hazel’s evil eyes.

  “Why don’t you tell me about your little group? Including that dark elf with you.”