"Turns out you're a woman…" Rody hadn't finished his sentence before he was kicked away by the shadowy figure. Fortunately, she was still blind at that moment, otherwise, he would have driven her to a frenzy and she would have hacked him into mincemeat. As the shadow regained her sight and charged at him with a sharp, curved blade, Rody suddenly smiled and said, "Do you want to murder your own husband?"
"What do you mean?" the shadow asked, confused.
"My dear, I will take responsibility. You should know just by looking at me that I am a responsible man!" Rody said cheerfully. Before he could finish, the shadow grabbed him and lifted him into the air. She now understood and said coldly with a sneer, "You wish! As a Night Huntress, I am a fearless warrior who dedicates her life to the Moon Goddess. I don't care about losing my head or spilling my blood, so what’s a little chest grab?"
"What about two grabs?" Rody reached out to grab again, but the shadow reacted quickly and dodged it with just a touch.
"Brat, you’re asking for death!" The shadow was so angry that she almost strangled Rody on the spot.
"Take off your mask and let me see. If you're good-looking, then I can die content," Rody sighed. "But if you’re ugly, then forget it, better not to scare anyone."
"You? Do you have any last words?" The shadow, furious, pressed the curved blade against Rody's neck.
"Please take good care of my mother. Treat her as your own. She likes sweet and sour food, so pay attention when you cook. Also, she hasn't had new clothes for a long time. Remember to make her a set before her birthday. The birthday gift shouldn't be too grand, preferably something you made yourself. But cooking and laundry don't count. It must be something meaningful. Do you understand?" Rody advised earnestly.
"Who cares about her?" The shadow felt dizzy hearing this. Thinking about the hassle of killing Rody and then taking care of his mother, she threw Rody to the ground in anger and said, "Get lost, and don’t let me see you again, or I’ll cut off your head!"
"A woman with such a bad temper, even if you were given to me as a wife, I wouldn’t want you," Rody slowly got up, patted his butt, and prepared to leave.
"..." The shadow was so angry that she couldn't speak. She had never seen such a human child before.
In the distance, the sound of horse hooves thundered, approaching their location.
The shadow's eyes sparkled for a moment. It seemed her war beast hadn't managed to lead the enemy away as she hoped. They might have caught up with it, realized no one was there, and started searching their way back. She was worried both for the safety of her war beast and for her own perilous situation.
She glanced at Rody, who was struggling to climb a tree with his mother on his back, hesitated for a moment, then glided up like smoke, watching him hide in the tree branches. Her eyes sparkled again as she climbed higher, hanging upside down above him, pointing her curved blade at his throat from a distance. Rody, completely unfazed, smiled proudly at her, much to her annoyance.
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The horsemen, tired from their search, casually roamed the forest, then followed the main group and left.
"Why are they after you?" Rody asked.
"It's none of your business!" The shadow first blocked him with a sentence, and then somehow, actually spilled the beans, saying, "It's all because of your two despicable and shameless brothers, who, under the pretext of eradicating evil, jointly robbed the treasures of our elf merchants. I originally wanted to retrieve our Night Tribe's precious Moonstone, but who would have known that they had already given it away, and used a fake one to trick me into a trap, foolishly trying to capture me as a female slave! Heh, speaking of which, I should have killed you with a single blade to soothe my hatred!"
"Kill me? Just because my brothers stole your Moonstone?" Rody retorted, "Then how do you account for the debt of one million gold coins your granddaughter owes my grandson?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't have a granddaughter at all!" the shadow angrily said.
"I don't have brothers either!" Rody nodded earnestly and said, "Even if I did, they have nothing to do with me. If you want to seek revenge, feel free to find them and deal with them however you like, even chopping them into mincemeat to feed the dogs, I won't object. In this regard, I absolutely support you in spirit."
"At a glance, you are the evil undead mage, a heartless and unrighteous brat. Don't let me see you again, or I'll definitely kill you!" the shadow coldly huffed.
"If you kill me, you won't have a husband anymore." Rody responded nonchalantly, slowly sliding down the tree.
The shadow was so enraged that she gritted her teeth, several times wanting to chop off his hand and let him fall to his death from the tree.
She had never encountered a child as infuriating as today. Although young, his words could make even her, who originally had good self-control and temperament, fly into a rage.
"Why do you want to learn the evil undead magic?" The shadow suddenly became very curious to understand how this strange human child viewed undead magic.
"I have no other choice." Rody fell silent for a moment, steadied the strap of his mother on his back, put away Nicholas, took his two slaves of darkness, Marcus and Emma, and left without looking back towards the depths of the forest. There was still some time before dawn, not too long. He should seize the opportunity to escape from Kolo, rather than flirt with a female hunter of the Night Elves.
"Hey, human child, what's your name?" The shadow, also preparing to leave, turned back and asked.
"People call me the genius of Kolo, or the waste of Kolo. Here, just ask anyone randomly, and you will know everything about me, including that I never wet the bed. What about you? What's your name?" Rody also turned back and asked in return.
"Who wants to tell you!" The shadow dropped a sentence, her body disappearing into the darkness like a light breeze, leaving no trace.
"That elf's chest is quite large." Rody looked at his right hand that had just touched the shadow's chest, then brought it to his nose to smell, saying, "Seems to have a bit of a fragrance, really nice! Too bad she has a bit of a temper..." He mumbled to himself, slowly walking away. A few dozen meters behind him, the invisible shadow was so angry that she almost threw a curved blade, aiming to chop off his head and let his neck blood spray to the sky.
He was young, but audacious and daring, thinking in his heart how to violate her, which was truly infuriating.
However, looking at his lonely figure staggering under the weight of his mother, with two slaves of darkness following him, she felt an inexplicable sympathy in her heart. As a lord's son, he was ostracized by the people around him at such a young age. In this continuous rainy night, his thin body carrying his mother fleeing for their lives was indeed pitiable.
The shadow shook her head, feeling for the first time that there were sympathetic figures among the undead mages, especially since he was still just a human child.
She didn't know if this quirky character would be able to escape his fate, but at least she would not use her curved blade to chop off his head. Although she deeply despised evil, she could not bring herself to hate this lonely figure.
Good luck to you!
Gently putting away her Moonblade, the shadow let out a sigh like a breeze rustling through leaves, stepping on treetops, she flew toward the distant horizon, light as a feather.
Rody, meanwhile, had a smile on his lips, seemingly pleased with tonight's encounter.
His life was filled with loneliness; apart from his mother, he had no friends or relatives. Father Cedo, who suffered for him and protected him with his life, was barely one, but he was dead. So, even a passerby, a potential rival in the future, was something he greatly looked forward to.