Chapter 40: Assassin of the Underworld

In the Underworld of a large plane, a human assassin was rushing in a panic, occasionally setting up traps or erasing the traces he had left behind. After installing hundreds of short needles quenched with the venom of underground blind snakes on the top of a narrow, essential tunnel, this assassin finally had a chance to catch his breath.

Along the way, he used "Mimicry Step" to leave footprints of various creatures such as Minotaurs, underground lizards, and even Rothé, and deliberately let these footprints spread out radially at the fork in the road. Afterwards, he used a mixture of cave sulfur, deep moss, and Underdark fungi to smear his body, completely covering his human scent, making him smell like an ordinary rock. After confirming that there were no flaws, he truly left by climbing the rock wall.

After running forward for a distance, he used "Stealth" to move for a distance, and attacked a lone Grey Dwarf merchant. After killing him, he used illusions and potions to disguise himself as him and mixed into a neutral underground town. But the unique sense of crisis of an assassin never showed signs of disappearing, but instead intensified.

Intuition told her that she was being watched by someone she couldn't deal with, and all she could do was run away. On the run, this human recalled all her enemies, but still couldn't figure out who was coming to kill her. Just as she took out a water bag to drink, a lazy and sweet voice, with an abnormally cold smile, came from the darkest place in the shadows.

Drow (voice like black silk sliding over a blade): "Tsk tsk tsk... Are you tired already? I thought that someone who could deceive me would have better stamina. Your performance is really disappointing!"

The human assassin shook violently, and the water bag fell from her hand, but before it hit the ground, a black shadow flashed, and the water bag was elegantly caught by a hand wearing a black glove, and handed to the human with a face of disbelief with a smile. Her body seemed to carry a faint, weird fragrance, which was definitely not something that should be in the Underworld. It was... sweet, cold, like the night-breathing flower blooming under the moonlight?

She raised her head abruptly, her pupils shrinking to the size of a needle tip due to extreme fear. The Drow, who was breathtakingly beautiful, was leaning against the rock wall silently like a poisonous midnight flower. She was playing with a pale, delicate underground exotic flower that had clearly just been picked, and her other hand was holding the water bag she had dropped.

The Drow brought the pale flower to her nose and sniffed it elegantly, a look of pure playfulness flowing in her ruby-like eyes: "Oh? You noticed? It seems you haven't been completely smoked by your own stench. The Underworld also has its cute little gifts, as long as you know where to look. Of course, you obviously don't. Am I right, little girl?"

The human assassin's face turned pale, her hand quietly touched the dagger at her waist, and she shouted in disbelief: "Impossible... I calculated every fork in the road and covered all the traces! You... how could you catch up so quickly!"

The Drow let out a series of crisp but temperatureless laughter and teased: "Calculation? What a cute little girl. You are calculating with a human brain, and I, my dear little girl, am thinking with the power of darkness. What you left behind is not a trace, but... an invitation card with a foul smell. As for that little toy that shoots poisonous needles..."

The Drow straightened the hand playing with the flower, and several quenched needles were clamped between her fingertips.

"Look, I pulled them out one by one. I have to say, what you designed is really interesting."

The human assassin seemed to have made up her mind and said: "Drow, tell me what you want. As long as I have it, I can give it to you. I am a high-level member of the Bailong Sect, and I know many secrets."

The Drow tilted her head, revealing a mocking smile that was almost pitying, and said with a difficult face: "Oh, poor fool. The only thing of value on you... is your life."

The Drow gently threw the water bag back to her. Just as she subconsciously caught it, the Drow stuck to her face like a ghost, and a cold dagger was already against her throat.

"Little girl, if you can't give me something interesting, your life will end here."

The assassin human completely collapsed, her body slid along the rock wall, gave up all resistance, and said weakly: "You... you are not chasing me... you are just... playing with me... Can you tell me, why... why do you want to kill me?"

"I can, because someone wants your life, so I came. However, if you can provide me with something that I find interesting, I might consider letting you go."

The human assassin seemed to have grasped the hope of life and hurriedly said: "Yes, I have, don't kill me, you, you have the aura of a dragon on you. If I guessed correctly, you are, you are a dependent of that one. Kadowen has been targeted by devils, I know more, I..."

The Drow's wrist moved slightly and she said: "Sorry, you know too much. If you say it all, then it will make me look useless. And the first lesson of the Drow is to learn to deceive."

The human assassin tried to roar, but all that came out was a creepy sound of blood gurgling in her trachea. She couldn't call for help, nor could she use words to disturb her opponent. Every attempt to breathe through her mouth and nose only sucked more blood into her lungs, causing violent, silent choking.

Warm blood was pumped from her carotid artery at an astonishing speed, forming a black-red mist in the dim light of the Underworld. She could clearly feel her strength and body temperature slipping away. Everything seemed to be over, however, the tenacity of vitality was clearly more than that.

She lunged forward, not for a precise assassination, but using her left hand, which still had strength, to swing the dagger, hacking wildly, just to force the Drow back and gain space. In order to heal or grab some chance to escape, but this was clearly futile.

After the Drow dodged several chaotic attacks, the human assassin finally fell into a pool of blood. Looking at the human's eyes that were still unwilling to admit defeat, the Drow squatted down curiously and asked: "Why, is there anyone you can't bear to leave? Say it, and I'll go kill them for you right now."

Although her lungs were full of blood and her vision was blurred due to hypoxia, her Master-level fighting will was still burning. All her movements no longer relied on vision, but on muscle memory formed over years of fighting and the feeling of killing intent. At this moment, the human assassin was on the verge of her limit, her field of vision narrowed, and her limbs were cold. The Drow thought the game should be over and prepared to give the final blow.

And this was exactly what the human was waiting for, the moment of mutual destruction. When the Drow's scimitar stabbed down, the human assassin used her last strength, not to block, but to roll forward, letting the scimitar stab her vital parts, in order to lock the opponent's weapon. Her hand, which had been hidden under her body and tightly gripping the short sword, stabbed out like a poisonous snake.

Unfortunately, the Drow was one step faster. She dodged sideways and skillfully snatched the dagger, playing with it seriously, looking at the human assassin who was still twitching beside her, and said teasingly: "Not bad, you did bring me a little surprise this time, but this doesn't seem to be enough to save your life."

"Kaila, why did you just come back?"

"I met a Drow on the way, perhaps sent by some enemy. She actually followed me all the way. Finally, seeing that I couldn't shake her off, I solved her in a pre-prepared hunting ground."

"A woman? That's rare! I thought it was a man."

"Evante, what are you thinking? Kaila is already fifty-three. What man could still chase her relentlessly? Hahahahahaha!"

Then laughter rang out one after another in the room.

Kaila: "Everyone, don't laugh, I have serious business to deal with. This Drow mentioned the Kadowen plane during the fight, and I want to know the detailed situation."

Evante: "Is that so? Then shouldn't you answer who you are first? And where did Kaila die?"

Kaila: "Evante, this joke is not funny at all, really."

Evante: "I admit you disguised yourself very well, but you overlooked one point: Kaila is a person who hates others joking very much."

Suddenly a cold light flashed, Evante covered his throat, which was constantly bleeding, and seemed to intend to use his hand to block the terrifying wound. Realizing that he was under attack, a male Master Rank suddenly overturned the nearest table, fighting for a precious half-second for other companions, while breaking the Drow's rhythm!

"Scatter!"

With a loud shout, a Master Rank warrior moved sideways, pushing a High-Level companion beside him to a safe direction, while his hand had already touched his weapon. A sensitive High-Level thief, who was the furthest away, rolled backward without hesitation, hitting the window directly, and a scream came as soon as he landed.

The Drow kicked the victim's corpse towards the High-Level warrior who rushed to the front, and threw a dark barrier spell ball, instantly depriving everyone of their vision, while her infrared vision gave her an absolute advantage. A beautiful arc crossed the warrior's neck; the Drow's attack was always so elegant and fatal.

The two Master Ranks stood back-to-back the moment they lost their vision, or locked the Drow's approximate position by sound. The warrior Master would perform a wide-range slashing attack, trying to force her to appear; the assassin Master focused on defense, protecting companions, and looking for opportunities to evacuate or counterattack.

However, all this seemed futile. The Drow suddenly appeared from the Shadow Realm, cut off half of the assassin Master's neck with one knife, and after succeeding, entered the Shadow Realm before the warrior Master's flying axe could be thrown.

Looking at the increasingly unfavorable situation, the warrior Master became more and more anxious. It seemed that he was too young and hadn't experienced too much fighting, or perhaps his nerves were crushed by this extremely oppressive environment. The only remaining High-Level warrior screamed like crazy and rushed towards the door, but was shot through the chest by a black crossbow bolt when he approached the door.

"Warrior, you are the only one left here. Are you sure you can block me? Why don't we make a deal?"

"What do you want?"

"I want to know what happened between the Kadowen plane and the devils. Answer me and I'll let you go, how about that?"

"Alright! Kadowen has been targeted by Baron Barot from the sixth layer of the Baator Hell. He tried to win over the Bailong Sect to attack this plane together, but the higher-ups didn't agree."

Suddenly a dagger pierced his heart. In his eyes of disbelief, he seemed to be able to see the Drow's smile.

"Oh, sorry, Drow are very good at deceiving. Remember not to trust them next time." ===== CHAPTER 41 =====