Chapter 154: Night of Terror(1) (1/2)

The night was cold and windy. The people of Yefsari had already put the lamps off of their houses. There was no electricity in the village as the human empires did. They could only use magic stones to fuel the lamps, but they didn't want to waste unnecessary stones, so they could only turn off the lamps if they didn't need them.

At this moment a man walked towards the thickets and unzipped his pants before starting to relieve himself. He looked towards the cloudy sky and the crescent moon, as he murmured. ”I will surely tell her tomorrow,” a smile appeared on his face when he thought about the girl he loved. ”I wonder how she will react. Will she accept my proposal?” a little nervous and a little hopeful look appeared on his face.

”Is that you, Brother Purtham?” Just when he zipped his pants and was about to go back a voice came from behind him. The elf turned around, but he saw only a shadow and failed to see the face of the man due to the darkness.

A confused look appeared on his face. He asked. ”I am not Purtham. Who are you? I don't recognise you.”

”Oh, you aren't Brother Purtham?” the shadow said in a disappointed voice. ”Then I will take my leave. Sorry to disturb you.”

”Wait a moment!” the elf said when the man turned around to leave. ”As far as I know, there is no Purtham in our village. You aren't from Yefsari. Who are you?”

”Oh, there is no Purtham in Yefsari?” The man sounded surprised. Then said in a disappointed tone. ”That is sad. Anyway, it was nice meeting you. Let's meet in the next life.”

”Huh? You.. urghhmmmm…” before he could complete his sentence something sharp pierced his neck, pain burst throughout his body. He felt as if something was torn apart from his body, and as a shriek tried to escape his mouth, a hand gripped his jaw, suppressing the shout. The elf struggled and his legs flailed in helplessness, but slowly the light vanished from his eyes, and the life left his body as it turned pale, as if there was no blood in his carcass.

The vampire who had sucked the blood of the elf threw his body and blurped satisfyingly. ”It was tasty! I can't wait to have some more. Let's go,” he said and the others walked out of the shrubs and moved towards the closest house. Leaving the cold corpse, buried in thickets with his open eyes and incomplete love story.

It didn't take long before the clouds of death rumbled in the sky and the rain started to platter furiously, as if crying for the death of the innocent. Nonetheless, the murderers cared a little about the rain and continued their hunt. In just an hour half of the Elven houses were filled with nothing but death and untold stories of misery.

However, at this moment light from one of the houses lit up. Then a shadow with a hunched back came at the door of the hut that was hanging between the branches of a large tree and muttered. ”Damn, it's again pouring down,” she said, looking at the dripping ceiling of her hut. ”I have to call someone to fix it before it becomes even more troublesome.”

She grabbed her lamp and looked towards the other houses. However, when she was about to shout for help, she saw a group of men rushing towards one of the houses. Though she could not see clearly, even a blind could tell that something was not quite right here. Who would go out in such cold weather and run around, on top of that when it was raining.