Dark King

“Assassin!” Dudian suddenly thought of Glenn’s occupation. In the last few months he had heard about two famous senior hunters of the Mellon consortium. According to news that he had heard one of them had warrior as an occupation while the other was a scout. Glenn was the scout one. But she had advanced twice and become the murderous deadly assassin.

Just like her nickname – Ghost Assassin!

Every time someone advanced their nicknames would have some kind of relation and match to their magic mark ability. Similarly Glenn’s magic marks ability was called ‘ghost eye’. It had originated from an extremely terrible beast. Glenn had over the top vision, flexible body and knew how to hide her breath which helped her to get close to her prey quietly. She was a predator. Like a snake she could hide in shadows and wait for the prey to reach her grasp.

Previously her smell suddenly disappeared which was mostly because of the magic mark ability.

Dudian was shocked as three crocodile wolves were assessed as level 13 beasts. Their power were much higher than the juranzhi that he had killed. But in the hands of the woman they were beheaded immediately. Dudian couldn’t visually keep up with her movement speed. Moreover, her actions proved that she had rich experience of beasts hunting.

It was a fatal wound and the place where the knives cut off was the weakest part!

Glenn waved, indicating everyone to keep up.

The other five hunters who saw her skill were speechless as they looked at each other in awe. After all, they would have to work in extremely perfect match with each other to kill those three crocodile wolves. Moreover, a single error would lead to their death. Gap between them and the top hunters was huge!

“The smell of blood will lead other monsters but the ‘black weaver’ is timid by nature. It will not easily come. Continue to chase! ” Glenn whispered as she lead the way in the front.

The other five quickly caught up.

Dudian looked at the three corpses on the ground and can not help but said: “Their bodies … … aren’t we going to…?”

“Kiddo, crocodile wolf’s body value is not high. Its body fat is too small and the radiation on its hair is too much. It’s not worth to collect anything from it… We will waste nothing but time… ” The youth at the end patiently replied to Dudian. They have put away the contempt towards Dudian because of the scope of his sensitivity towards smell.

Dudian increased his speed to keep up with the team.

They went after the footprints of the ‘mountain lion’. They would catch up and occasionally the footprints would disappear. But because of Dudian’s sensitivity to smell they would capture its location and move after it. The benefits of tracking through odors was point of an envy by the other hunters.

Along the way, the crowd met with a few waves of monsters. They didn’t have to act as Glenn personally solved the problems easily. However, when they meet a level ‘nineteen’ poisonous lizard Glenn chose to detour instead of fighting it. Although with their team of seven hunters they could cope up with the monster but it was likely that the fight would cause a greater movement. As a result other monsters may be attracted or they may scare away the ‘black weaver’.

In addition to that strong lizard the crowd also met an unnamed beast. According to Glenn if they killed it and brought its body back to the giant wall they could get extra rewards. She had told them that it was a new kind of a beast.

Glenn didn’t want to give up on hunting the black weaver so they continue to pursue the ‘mountain lion’.

“Rest awhile.”

Because of continuous rapid movement all of them had exerted their physical condition. Glenn’s continuous fights had also consumed a lot of energy. It was almost noon when they stopped and she said to the crowd: “Eat something, as we may not have chance afterwards…”

All of them listened to her orders as one. They sat down to rest, took out dry food and water from their backpacks.

Dudian had come in hurry so he had nothing. He was looking at other people enjoying their lunch.

“Take it,” Glenn glanced at him as she pulled out a ration of dry food from her backpack and gave it to Dudian, “If you can find it, I will owe you a favor.”

Dudian took the dry food. He was grateful but surprised at the same time: “Owe me? Why would you owe me? Aren’t we performing the task on orders of consortium?”

“It’s the consortium’s order but its for me. I’ll need it to advance…” Glenn didn’t cover but frankly said: “Its same as helping the consortium in a sense. The thing is if we capture or kill it I have the right to make the choice first. Unless I gave up on it, the consortium then will assign one of the other eight intermediate hunters to evolve using it. But this black weaver’s tracing ability is just my favorite.”

Dudian thought that he didn’t see such conditions on the contract. Most probably intermediate level hunters have such clauses in their contracts. Their privileges and priorities most probably is much higher than primary (entry) level hunter’s. Moreover even in case that he caught the monster alone, he would have to submit it to consortium rather than using it to evolve. The previous juranzhi that he killed was already out of reach for primary hunters and he was lucky to get the worms out of it.

“You are too polite…Of course, I will do what I have to do.” Dudian was sucking up. (actually, the translation was: Dudian politely said.)

Glenn shook her head: “I just don’t like to feel that I owe someone else. I take it as a transaction. Later as long as you need my help and if it’s within the range of my capabilities, I will help you out once. Of course, the premise is that we are successful at hunting the black weaver.”

Dudian saw the she was direct so he nodded and replied but he wasn’t speaking in a polite tone anymore: “I know, I will try my best.”

“Well,” said Glenn and nodded. She turned to look at the vast expanse of ruins in the distance.

Dudian quickly are the dry food. Although Glenn promised him to help out in the future, but he didn’t take her word too seriously. Of course, she would help but it would be proportional to his involvement in this hunting which was limited.

Suddenly, Dudian’s nose twitched. He stood up and said: “I found the mountain lion.”

Other were quietly eating their food while immersed in their own thoughts. However when they heard Dudian’s words they immediately put away the dry food and stood up. “Where?”

Dudian pointed to the left: “here twenty or so miles away.”

“Go!” Glenn made the quick decision and ran in the direction pointed by the Dudian.

The crowd quickly followed.