Chapter 535 Guild Dark Night

Facing the sharp blade that was whirling towards him and about to cut him in half, Black Eagle acted very calmly.

The dragon-piercing stick waved left and right, knocking away the sharp blade easily.

However, at the same time, a shadow-like figure silently fell from the tree crown behind him.

She held a sharp, non-reflective dagger in her hand, the tip of which was pointed directly at the vital part of Black Hawk's neck.

The two spinning blades before were just a feint to attract the target's attention. The dagger in his hand was the attacker's real killing move.

Unfortunately, the surprise attack from the dark failed.

As if there were eyes on the back of Black Eagle's head, he suddenly took a big step forward and avoided the fatal blow.

The attacker was like a nimble leopard, landing silently. Her legs bent, converting the kinetic energy of the fall into thrust, and pounced on the Black Hawk without any pause.

Coming with a swipe from the dragon-piercing stick.

The attacker twisted his body twice as if he had no bones, and then smoothly slipped in between the stick shadows, but the palm-long dagger slashed at Black Eagle's throat again.

Black Eagle turned his wrist, and the tail of the dragon-piercing stick suddenly stretched out, opening the dagger.

The attacker released his right hand holding the dagger behind his back and let the dagger fall. At the same time, he crouched and slid forward. He just caught the falling dagger with his left hand and stabbed Black Hawk in the back with his backhand.

Everything that happened in less than ten seconds left Gordon and Pig Pork stunned.

The attacker was wearing Velociraptor armor, but the martial arts skills displayed were obviously different from those of the hunters. Every move was a killing move aimed at "people".

Coupled with this iconic outfit, Gordon also roughly guessed the identity of the attacker who suddenly joined the battle.

——Guild Dark Night.

Gordon was hesitating whether to go up and help, but there had been several more rounds of fighting over there.

"There's no end."

Black Eagle seemed to be impatient. He shouted in a low voice, and the speed of dancing the dragon-piercing stick suddenly increased. After deflecting the attacker's dagger again, he raised his knee and slammed it away, then turned around and kicked him again. The attacker was kicked away.

These two blows severely injured the attacker. She fell to the ground and could not get up for a while.

Gordon, holding a big sword and a knife, stared at Black Hawk warily.

If the latter intends to continue the pursuit, he will immediately attack and stop him.

Black Eagle seemed to have no intention of continuing to attack them. After looking regretfully at Zhanlong's body, he swung the dragon-piercing stick to the ground.

Pushed by the internal mechanism, the dragon-piercing stick stabbed out a section. With this push, he flew up to the crown of a big tree next to him, leaping and jumping, and disappeared deep into the dense forest.

Black Hawk's sudden departure left Gordon temporarily confused.

What just happened? What did I do? What should I do now?

Catch up?

Forget it, looking at the black hawk leaping nimbly among the branches, it was obvious that he couldn't catch up.

This guy who is suspected of being "Guild Dark Night" is very agile and can probably catch up.

But this guy got a knee in the face and a kick in the lower abdomen. With the strength of the Black Hawk, it was a matter of course that the kick broke the bones and broke the internal organs.

At this time, she was writhing painfully on the ground like a caterpillar, not very conscious.

Gordon wanted to help, but approaching hastily under such circumstances may cause misunderstanding and counterattack from the other party.

So he could only let Pig Chop sprinkle two handfuls of emergency life dust from a distance, as a token of his attitude.

After a few minutes of slowing down, the man got up from the ground unsteadily.

Her facial features were twisted together, obviously in great pain, but her eyes still looked at Gordon with a cold, inorganic light.

"You cough"

Just as she was about to say something, a large mouthful of blood spurted out from her throat.

"Uh, are you okay?"

Before Gordon finished speaking, the other party could no longer steady his steps and fell to the ground again, without any movement.

Gordon: "."

Pig Chop leaned over, sniffed the man's breath, and then looked at Gordon, "I fainted, what should I do?"

"You can't leave it here, or it will be taken away by wild animals."

Gordon scratched the back of his neck in distress, "No matter who she is or what her purpose is, it is always a fact that she helped us out.

Give her two bottles of recovery medicine, and then we'll take her back to the camp first and wait until she wakes up. "

"Isn't this Dragon-Slaying Meow Meow?"

Gordon took a deep look in the direction Black Hawk was leaving and said, "No more stripping. We have no need for dragon-slaying materials. It's better to do less than to do more."

".Good meow."

Pig Chop nodded his little head, "How are Gordon going to take her Meow? Carry Meow on his back? Hold Meow in his arms?"

Gordon shook his head decisively, "No, I'm afraid she'll wake up in the middle and suddenly stab me with a dagger."

".What should we do?"

"Hold him by his ankles and drag him back."

"Meow?"

She gradually regained consciousness, but the training she had received since childhood allowed her to stop the instinctive reaction of opening her eyes first.

Jingqi calmly breathed, pretending to be still unconscious, and quietly confirmed the surrounding environment and his current situation with senses other than vision.

He was lying on a bed.

The bed board is very hard, the fabric of the sheets is not too soft, but very strong, and it still smells like an animal skin tent.

A bed in a hunter's camp?

He secretly changed the arrangement of his body's center of gravity, and felt the condition of the weapons on his body through the touch of the corresponding parts.

The daggers behind the elbows, waist, and thighs are still there.

No weapons were confiscated, no ropes were tied, and the initial judgment was that the other party had no hostility.

Hiss, it hurts.

The back of the head, waist, back, and buttocks all hurt. Although it was not a serious injury, multiple bruises were unavoidable.

Was he beaten with a sack when he was unconscious?

Hmm? Something jumped onto the bed.

It was furry and crawled next to his head.

“It’s all Gordon’s fault, meow! If you had brought her back properly instead of dragging her all the way back, she would have woken up by now, meow!”

Meow? Elu?

“Can you blame me for this?”

The voice of a young man, between 20 and 30 years old.

The little paws scratched her eyelids, and the pads were soft.

She knew she couldn’t pretend anymore, and the pupil reflex was not so easy to pretend.

The woman lying flat on the bed sat up with a “swoosh”.

“Meow!” Pork Chop was shocked.

She looked at Gordon, and her light yellow pupils were still the kind of coldness without any emotion.

It's just that the dried blood on half of her face is a bit funny. The knee kick she received before was really fierce.

"Uh, um, you woke up." Gordon realized that this guy was just pretending to sleep.

The woman in the swift dragon costume didn't reply, but just stared at Gordon quietly. She didn't even breathe, and looked like a sculpture.

If it weren't for the nosebleed on her face, she would look really creepy.

Pork Chop jumped in front of her, stretched out his claws and pressed her abdomen, "It's still painful, meow."

The woman frowned slightly.

Compared to the strange hunter, she trusted Elu more.

Unlike humans who have complex emotions and are good at disguise, if Elu is hostile, it will be very obvious.

She nodded gently and shook her head.

Pork Chop was confused and could only try to guess what the other party meant, "It still hurts, but not too serious, meow?"

The woman didn't respond, as if she agreed.

"It shouldn't be a big deal, meow. My internal organs are not ruptured. I used the recovery medicine and recovered."

He carefully felt the state of his body.

Just as the Elu in front of him said, it was fine. Although the bruises and bruises all over his body would have a certain impact on the battle, it was not a big problem.

Facing this guy who couldn't fart for a long time, Gordon decided to take the initiative.

"Are you, Guild Dark Night?"

Ps. Guild Dark Night has never appeared in the game, but it has appeared in the official novel and the background of some equipment in the setting collection (Swift Dragon Set)

I personally think this department is quite interesting, so I will mention it briefly.