Chapter 18 (1/2)

Translator: La0o9  Editor: La0o9

The Kent horses once again galloped forward, but this time, a captured Cauchy person was being dragged along on the ground behind them.

The captured Cauchy person was screaming desperately but would go quiet soon since there was no such thing as a road in this place. The thing that people called ‘roads’ were still dirt paths cleared of trees and rocks, anyone being dragged behind a horse on this was most likely going to die no matter what.

At this point, the group of village guards who carried the jars containing Negary’s ‘curse’ had silently approached them.

There were a total of 28 Kent tribe bandits, each of them were burly powerful men. After all, the only thing they learnt from birth was how to plunder and rob other people, and when it came to robbing things, strength was the most important factor.

There were only 8 Cauchy people in this little team, so if they charged the Kent head-on, that would be just suicide. Even if they were carrying Negary’s curse, they didn’t want to openly step out to face the Kent bandits.

This was natural, as the Kent people’s strength had been proven year after year, while Negary’s power had only been shown very briefly by him summoning a group of rats that bit the village chief to death. The fact that these people were even willing to step out at all was thanks to a combination of Comoros’ brainwashing and persuasion ever since he took over.

“Is this really going to be useful?” Sen was hiding inside a nearby bush, glancing down at the normal-looking sealed jar in his hands, doubtful about how it would kill a large number of Kent people. As the only son of the El family, just like Comoros, he originally didn’t want to join the hunting party.

But because of Negary’s appearance, the previous hunting party couldn’t bring any prey back to the village, and the village’s harvests were a bit lacking this year due to various reasons, so if he didn’t join the hunting party, he could only starve.

Because of that, Sen decided to join the new hunting party and find new messengers for the great Negary. Every crow he caught would be rewarded handsomely, and this was a lot safer than going deep into the wilderness and hunting large beasts to bring back as food.

However, because of his inexperience, Sen’s method of catching the crows was a bit rough, causing one of the crows’ wings to be clipped. At the time, he didn’t think too much of it, but turns out that was a huge mistake that he had made. Comoros’ cold gaze at the time caused him to almost pee his pants.

After all, Comoros had now offered his forehead to Negary, his everything now belonged to Negary, so his icy gaze also represented Negary’s watchful gaze.

For his own life, he had no choice but to join the ambush with the other village guards, capture a Kent person to bring back as a sacrifice to Negary and redeem himself. In actuality, he wasn’t at all confident about the success of what he was about to do.

But in Sen’s mind, between being offered as a sacrifice for Negary and dying while fighting the Kent bandits, he would rather choose the latter, because that sounded like a more heroic death.

“Are they here?” listening to the sound of the horses’ gallops, Sen held the jar tightly in his chest. As soon as the galloping were close enough, he trembled slightly, exchanged glances with the other village guards, and threw the jar with all his strength.

“Little Cauchy rats, are you trying to ambush us?” this group of Kent bandits arrogantly laughed, not at all concerned with the jars that were thrown towards them. After all, these Cauchy rats wouldn’t actually dare to harm them, the hundreds of Kent tribesmen that had their backs were the source of their confidence.

However, this time, it didn’t quite go as the Kent bandits expected. When the jars were broken around where their horses stood, a large amount of black liquid splashed on their bodies, filling the air around with an incredible stench.