Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 40 River
After finding the river, the two were somewhat excited. Because once they found the river, they would most likely find the relevant settlements along the river. If there were really aboriginals in this strange place, finding them might save them a lot of detours.

This excitement made the two of them forget their previous embarrassment for a while, and they hurried towards the direction where the sound of water came from. However, after only a few steps, Altaïr suddenly stopped and grabbed Venata.

"What are you doing?"

Venata had a strange expression on her face and shook off Altaïr's hand in an unnatural manner.

However, Altaïr had no intention of arguing with her. He just pointed at the trees beside him with a serious expression.

“Note the color of the tree trunks.”

Venata focused her attention in the direction of Altaïr's finger. Although they all had a 360-degree field of vision in their spiritual state, if they didn't focus on a certain direction, they couldn't see as clearly as their naked eyes.

The trunk of the giant sword-shaped tree was not the same ash color as the giant trees the two had seen before. If you look closely, you will find that the bark is slightly bluish-black, and there is a strange spirituality surging in the tree.

“Is it because the tree roots absorb different amounts of water?”

Venata reacted immediately. As a hunter, her knowledge of similar knowledge was no worse than that of Altaïr, and even better, but she was just not in good condition just now... But it was normal.

"Not only that, the fallen leaves here have become thicker..." Altaïr said thoughtfully, "There may be something wrong with the river ahead."

"Approach carefully." Venata threw the Rose Heart Necklace to Altaïr. "Your sequence is relatively low. It will be safer if you take this."

Altaïr did not refuse, and the two men prepared themselves and walked cautiously towards the river.

The symptoms of the trees became more and more serious along the way. At the beginning, there was only a hint of white in the bark, and then the whole tree gradually turned blue-black from the inside out, and finally only the dead black trunk was left. Occasionally, various bones and different parts of corpses could be seen along the way, belonging to various creatures, and the bones still had traces of rust left by the dusk mist. They lay there quietly, as if their existence itself had been weathered by death. Altaïr poked them with his dagger, and they collapsed, and the white ashes fell like broken snow.

Altaïr and Venata continued to walk forward, step by step. The phantom sound of water in their ears became louder and louder, but nothing appeared, and the two never saw the river.

"I say, Altaïr."

Venata suddenly spoke again from behind Altaïr. Her voice was a little hoarse, like a gear that had stopped turning for a long time.

"How far is the river from us?"

"I will do another divination..." Altaïr said, taking off the pendulum in his hand and preparing to divine the direction again.

However, at this moment, Altaïr suddenly noticed that the bronze ring on his finger had been covered with a layer of grayish-white, frost-like substance. Altaïr reached out and touched it, and the magical item "Otyles's Paradox Ring", which cost him nearly 2000 pounds and was equivalent to a quasi-Sequence 6, shattered silently like the ashes of burning incense.

"run!"

Altaïr shouted, quickly threw off the heavy revolver on his body, and ran like a nimble cheetah in the opposite direction of the sound of water. Venata immediately followed him. Behind the two, the sound of water was getting louder and louder, like a thorn in the flesh, chasing after them. Due to their spiritual vision, the two could see the scene behind them even without looking back.

A thin gray-white mist surged from the darkness at the end of their vision, combining with the illusory river water and expanding into gray-white light water that was closer to mist. In the middle of the light water was a dark darkness without light, and a pure black tributary flowed in the middle of the river, completely incompatible with the outer river water, as if the emperor's imperial guards were driving the slave army to hunt their prey.

The images formed by the feedback of spiritual light continued to appear in the minds of the two men, and then were swallowed by the gray tide, and even these images were swept into the unstoppable gray tide. The package dropped by Altaïr "died" the moment it was swept by the gray tide, and all the mechanical structures lost their original functions and turned into loose white tissues like those skeletons. The trees behind them were protected by the power of dusk, and although they were not shattered immediately, the dusk light on the surface dimmed again.

This river of "death" is actually alive!
We were actually very close to the riverbank, but the spirit we used to explore died the moment it came into contact with the water, and was unable to provide us with feedback, which made us think that we had never reached the shore...Altaïr ran quickly, while quickly judging the situation in his mind. At this time, the two of them were less than 5 meters away from the water flow, and there was a tributary on each side, almost running side by side, and trying to directly surround the two of them. Even though the two of them had the enhanced leg strength of Sequence , the distance between them and the tide was still slowly and resolutely shortening.

"Damn it!"

Venata let out a loud cry of venting, quickly caught up with Altaïr, and as the other exclaimed, she grabbed him by the waist and threw him onto her shoulder.

"Fuck you...!!!"

Before Altaïr could finish his exclamation, golden-red flames suddenly burst out of Venata's body, enveloping both of them like a torrent of flames. Then it turned into a blazing fire and rushed forward, sending the gray-white river water and the breath of death flying back behind them. Two tributaries of the gray-white river collided with each other behind the two of them, and the splashing water almost splashed on Altaïr's face. Fortunately, he turned his head in time to avoid it, and a hole with a gray-white edge instantly appeared on his clothes.

After running about 60 to 70 meters, Venata exerted force from her waist and threw Altaïr forward. Altaïr quickly landed and rolled twice to relieve the force, then immediately stood up and ran forward, without slowing down at all.

"Please say hello to me next time!"

Altaïr shouted to Venata as he ran away.

"Save this for the river behind us! We won't need to run for long in the flames. If we can't get rid of the river, we'll both die here today!"

Vinata retorted without showing any weakness.

At this moment, a loud roar was heard from the sky, and a huge griffin swooped down with an agility that was completely inconsistent with its huge body. Its wings flapped up a violent wind, and it drew an arc along the ground. Its two eagles' front claws grabbed the back collars of Altaïr and Venata's clothes, and pulled the two into the air, narrowly pulling them into the air before the river swallowed their original position.

Altaïr looked down at the gray flood raging under his feet with lingering fear, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, a very straightforward male voice came from the back of the griffin, speaking in the giant language that Altaïr could not understand.

"What is he talking about?"

Altaïr asked the university student Venata beside him. Although he had made up for his occult knowledge, Giant was obviously beyond his knowledge.

"He said that we were the most fearless people he had ever seen. We actually dared to approach the 'Light Devouring River'..." Vinata translated, "He also hopes that we will go back to their base with him. They are fighting against a terrifying existence they call the Eternal Night Wolf, and they need people like us to join them..."

Vinata answered the other party's question in Giant language, and the other party seemed very happy. A hearty laugh came from the back of the griffin.

"I just agreed to his request and he is very happy."

Venata continued to translate.

"He said we could call him Badhair."

(End of this chapter)