Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 41 Aboriginal People

Badhair...Altaïr recalled carefully and confirmed that this was neither the name of Loen nor Feysac. The other party should not be from the outside world like himself or his ancestors came from the outside world.

In other words, the natives here seem to have their own unique culture, which is somewhat different from the cultures of the major empires on the eastern continent...Altaïr tried to communicate with Badhair in Hermetic and the little Elvish he knew, but the other party seemed to have no understanding of the former, and the latter seemed to only understand a few short words. After all, the meaning of each word in Elvish is extremely rich, and the difficulty of learning may still be too high for this seemingly simple warrior.

After shaking off the gray tide, Badhair slowed down his flight speed, allowing Venata and Altaïr to find an opportunity to climb onto the griffin's back. Only then did the two of them officially see Badhair in full.

This was a warrior with slender limbs and strong body, wearing a silver armor full of decay. The gap in the armor revealed the animal skin lapel lining the inside. His face was hidden under the silver visor, and a faint orange-red light shone through the gap in the armor.

On his back was an exaggerated giant sword. The heavy blade was roughly embedded in the bones of some giant beast, forming a slightly bent and deformed weapon.

“That was my trophy.”

Noticing the gazes of the two, Badheim smiled innocently.

"Before the Eternal Night Wolf and the People of Night led by her appeared, there was another force threatening the People of Dusk. We call them the Pale People or the Winged People. Their eyes are very special. They can't see far away like us relying on spiritual perception and the guidance of griffins. So they can flap their wings, fly to high places, and shoot us like rabbits."

He paused for a moment, waiting for Venata to translate Giant language to Altaïr.

"Their leader is a feathered serpent as big as a mountain. His name is Quetzal, and the feathered people call him the 'Pale Emperor'. He occupies the ash tree in the center of the Twilight Kingdom, and the venom flowing from it turns into the 'Light-Eating River' you just saw. It is a terrifying monster. In his heyday, just the flapping of his wings was enough to cover the sky of the Twilight Kingdom."

"After a long and bitter battle, the Eternal Night Wolf and I teamed up to kill him, and used the largest piece of its snake bone to make the hilt of this giant sword."

Badhair patted the giant sword behind him with some pride, but then his tone became a little resentful.

"At that time, the legacy of the Pale Emperor was collectively sealed by the people of Dusk and the people of Night, and the Light Devouring River was cut off. But later, the cunning demon wolf began to secretly study the legacy of the Pale Emperor and made the Light Devouring River reappear on the earth. In order to stop this guy and prevent her from continuing to destroy the Dusk Kingdom, I plan to lead the people of Dusk to compete with her."

"How strong is that 'Eternal Night Wolf'? What's its sequence number?"

Venata asked cautiously in Giant language.

"Sequence number?" Badhair was stunned. "Is this how you judge strength? I only know that she controls the power of darkness. I have fought her several times and we are evenly matched, but I can't say whether she has inherited anything from the legacy of the Pale Emperor... In that case, I may not be as strong as her."

"Then how dare you lead the Twilight People to fight back against them instead of leading them to find another way out?"

Venata asked curiously.

"It is a shame for a warrior to retreat without a fight. Besides, this time I have allies on the same level as me, as well as the two of you..."

Badhair laughed heartily again.

"I can see that you two are also warriors favored by the dusk, and are probably only one level weaker than me. And that demon wolf has been deserted by everyone because of studying the legacy of the Pale Emperor, and there are almost no warriors of the same level. With four to one, the advantage is on my side, so don't worry, the guardian will not let his companions die."

"You mean you have another companion?"

Altaïr immediately noticed the message in the other party's words and hurriedly urged Venata to ask more questions. However, this time Badhair did not answer directly, but turned to look forward:
"We are about to reach our camp, and you will be able to see our ally soon... But even though we are allies, our relationship is not that good. She is nominally my mother, but we are not related by blood."

Altaïr and the other looked at each other, unsure whether to continue asking.

Fortunately, Badhair was not the type to keep things to himself. After a while, he couldn't help but say to the two of them:
"To put it simply, the power of us Twilight People comes from the Twilight Light in the Twilight Kingdom. The more Twilight power a warrior can absorb, the stronger he will be."

"However, as the power of dusk increases, we will become closer and closer to the eternal dusk light: decaying and rotting, and eventually our minds will become silent and become part of the dusk mist. Only strong emotions and ties similar to blood ties can help us maintain our identity in the face of the power of dusk."

"So, I need such a relationship to maintain my sanity... Even though I know that the woman in front of me is not my mother, she also knows that I know this, and we still get along like an ordinary mother and son. At the moment of the decisive battle, I need to maintain this relationship even more."

At this point, Badhair looked at the two of them with some envy and said, "As fellow warriors, your bond is truly enviable... I once had a similar companion, but unfortunately she was unable to maintain herself and became part of the dusk."

No, our symptoms are not as severe as yours where we need a similar bond to maintain our will, and you seem to have misunderstood the relationship between us...Altaïr wanted to refute, but then he remembered that he and the other party did not speak the same language, so he looked at Venata, hoping that she would explain.

Vinata's face turned slightly red, and she explained a few words to Badhair in a low voice. Badhair showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, laughed twice, and patted Altaïr's shoulders heavily twice with an encouraging look.

While Altaïr was wondering, the griffin he was sitting on suddenly lowered its altitude and flew through the flaming clouds. Below him was a small camp with smoke rising from cooking fires. The architectural style here was very simple, with huge tents made of animal skins and temporary residences made of earth and stones scattered all over the place, giving it a primitive beauty.

"We are here. Welcome to the glorious residence of the Dusk People." Badheim stretched out his arm with a smile and made a few strokes. "Let's take a rest for a night, and we will end it with the demon wolf tomorrow!"

(End of this chapter)