Killer

  Countless raindrops hit the sea,

  The strong wind whipped the waves towards the shore,

  Waves of waves hit the rocks on the shore and exploded into countless water droplets.

  He swam out from the sea secretly, with a dark fin on his dark back, and the fin almost stuck to his back.

  He spread his arms and upper fins, controlled the direction of swimming, twisted his tail left and right, and quietly approached the black reef.

  The waves pushed him onto a rock. After the waves rolled over, his body almost touched the reef full of oysters. The heavy rain poured on him, which made him more flexible.

  He climbed up the black reef, continuously approaching the shoreline...

  …

  The dusk in the rain,

  The light is dim,

  Two sailors with beer bellies carried buckets and ran quickly on the beach, moving towards the port.

  Their fat bodies made it impossible for them to run on the beach. Raindrops kept hitting their bodies, heads, and faces, and flowed into their eyes, making them squint.

  The two crew members ran along the coastline, leaving two rows of clear footprints on the beach.

  There is a black reef ahead. After crossing the reef and running several hundred meters ahead, you can reach the edge of the pier.

  The two sailors were already wet, and the waves kept hitting their ankles.

  A fish in the bucket was thrown out, fell into the sea with a thud, turned into a black shadow and disappeared.

  One of the fat sailors cursed immediately. He glanced at the two fish left in the bucket and had to slow down.

  Anyway, we are still wet. If we go back earlier and later, it will not be the same...

  If the last two fish in the bucket also jumped out, he would probably only have black bread and cabbage for dinner.

  He wanted to call out to his companion who was running ahead, but as soon as he opened his mouth, rainwater rushed into his mouth.

  He quickly spit out two mouthfuls of saliva and continued to trot forward...

  …

  He lay on the rocks and waited for the opportunity, a trace of malice flashing in his eyes.

  Azure has strange fish gills on its cheeks, a few thin braids on its head, and its ears are attached to both sides of its head. Its face is almost as ferocious as an evil ghost.

  The two arms are about one meter long, and the body is covered with azure scales. There are black fins on the back. The upper part of the body looks like a human being, but below the waist is a fish tail that is more than two meters long.

  When he saw the two human sailors on the coastline, his golden pupils suddenly became larger.

  Even his breathing became heavier. He took out a sharp dagger from his waist and bit it in his mouth before sliding silently from the reef into the sea water.

  He nimbly maneuvered around the rocks and into waist-deep water.

  We are very close to the beach, and the silhouettes of the two human sailors dozens of meters away are becoming increasingly clear in the heavy rain.

  A big wave surged up, pushing his body quickly towards the shore.

  He swung the fish tail behind him vigorously, and the thrust of the waves and the acceleration of swimming made him rush out of the waves like a Dolly Arrow.

  So close.

  He opened his arms, swung his fish tail, and pounced on the human sailor who fell behind.

  The human sailor was bald, 185 centimeters tall, with a tattoo of an anchor on his back ear, a neatly trimmed beard on his chin, and thick arms.

  His fat belly pulled his lumbar spine into an exaggerated 'S' shape, making him feel like he was about to spit out the lungs in his chest if he took a few steps.

  He didn't even dare to breathe violently to avoid choking the rain into his trachea.

  He is just a cook on the ship, and his biggest hobby is sleeping with interracial women of different styles in the port.

  It was rare to have a day off, but he was unlucky. He lost all the last coins in his pocket the night before, so he could only grab his fishing rod and run to the beach to fish to kill time.

  The fishy-smelling black shadow pounced on his back, and its sticky, cold arms strangled his neck fiercely - if that was still a neck.

  The human sailor saw an azure arm covered with scales, and the other hand with fins held a sharp dagger...

  The dagger cut into the thick fat under his neck, and found the trachea under the fat...

  A bright light flashed across...

  Blood gushes from his throat.

  He couldn't even cry out. He covered his throat with his hands and fell into the sea water. The blood that rushed out instantly dyed the surrounding sea water red.

  The strength in his body drained away rapidly, and he struggled to stand up and call out to his companions in front of him.

  But the sound of waves and rain covered everything up until he lost his last bit of strength and fell softly into the sea.

  His fat body was carried by the waves and pushed onto the beach.

  The heavy rain washed away the blood on his body...

  …

  The sailor in front was running and found that there was no movement behind him.

  He subconsciously glanced back and found that his companion had collapsed on the beach, with the bucket and fishing rod in his hand thrust away far away.

  He wanted to curse:

  'This damn weather! '

  When the waves receded, they swept away the fine sand under his feet, almost causing him to fall into the water.

  There was no silhouette at all on the beach, and the heavy rain made the surrounding scenery extremely blurry.

  He thought that his companion just fell accidentally and needed his help. Without thinking, he turned around and ran back in the rain...

  When I ran to my companion, I found that his entire face was buried in the sand, and there was a trace of blood flowing out of his neck.

  He squatted down with some caution, turned his body over, and lay on his back, only to find that his companion's throat had been slashed.

  The wound at the throat was still bubbling with blood.

  He was horrified and immediately wanted to run away...

  A wave comes,

  The waves crashed onto his legs,

  He felt as if a hand was grabbing his ankle, his center of gravity was unsteady, and he fell on his back in the shallow water.

  Another wave hit him, and he struggled to crawl toward the beach, but the hands at his ankles were like shackles, pulling him hard into the sea.

  Suddenly he felt a pain in his calf. He turned around and saw a dagger nailed to his calf, and a cut that was more than a foot long.

  Fear and pain made him scream hysterically.

  He slapped the sea water with both arms desperately, causing countless splashes in the rain.

  The rain poured down, blocking out all sounds.

  The waves kept rolling the sailor's body into the sea. He tried to grab a protruding rock at hand, and the sharp shells immediately opened several wounds on his palms.

  In the fierce struggle, the sailor was still swallowed by the sea.

  I don't know how long it took, but the rain gradually became lighter.

  The sailor with a bloodless face was leaning against a black rock, his legs soaked in the sea water, but one after another wide incisions were made on his legs. The wounds were all white, and no blood flowed out.

  The sailor opened his eyes in despair, pointed his trembling fingers to the Danne River on the shore, and breathed his last breath.

  …

  The morning after the heavy rain should have been a beautiful day with bright sunshine.

  However, the climate in Castletown Port is quite different. A cold air current blowing from the north caused the temperature of Castletown Port to drop sharply after a rain...

  The entire port was shrouded in heavy fog, which became thicker as we got closer to the coastline.

  Brown Street is the street closest to the sea, and there is a Danne River here. The fog almost completely covers the entire street.

  Roy ran out with two books in his arms and plunged into the thick fog.

  As I groped my way along the street, the Dane River on the other side made a "hua hua hua" sound.

  …

  Azure's scaly fingers grasped the stone railing, and her sharp nails were embedded in the stone railing. His body was behind the hanging railing, and beneath him was the rolling Danne River.

  After smelling a human scent, he cautiously poked his head out.

  In the heavy fog, even looking across the street was a bit fuzzy, but fortunately he could distinguish the smell...

  Nagas, humans and elves all smell different.

  He smelled a faint human scent, so he stuck his head out and looked outside.

  So, Naga Killer saw Roy walking in the fog...

  …

  Walking down Brown Street, I just came to the pharmacy.

  This happens to be the intersection of Brown Street, where the Danne River flows into the sea, and the elf people built a stone bridge here.

  It has rained continuously for the past two days, causing the water level of the Danne River to rise and the current to flow rapidly.

  Roy hurried to the elf Academy without paying attention to the surrounding situation. If he could see a long carriage passing by at the street corner, Roy was even prepared to take the long carriage to the Academy.

  It's just that under the heavy fog, the street looks cold and cheerless…

  As usual, Roy stopped by Mrs. Winnie's pharmacy. He wanted to see what kind of mess the night saber chained at the door looked like.

  He bent down and moved towards the small nest to take a look.

  But today this night saber seemed particularly honest. It stared at everyone around with vigilance, a look of uneasiness in its eyes, and kept licking its paws with its tongue.

  Even when Roy came, the night saber didn't respond.

  Roy was a little surprised. If it weren't for the inexplicable danger, the night saber would have moved towards Roy. The feud between it and Roy wouldn't last more than a day or two...

  Roy looked around and saw that the streets were very quiet.

  Because it rained yesterday and there was heavy fog this morning, no one came out of the stall at this time in the morning.

  And not even pedestrians can be seen on the street...

  Roy instantly felt the indescribable oppression.

  At the same time, the night saber also retracted its head into its nest...

  A dark shadow appeared from the bridge, just behind Roy. His body twisted like a python, silently moving towards Roy.

  Roy actually simply didn't feel any danger approaching, but he saw that the pupils of the night saber in the kennel had stood up, and the hair on the back of its neck was also standing up.

  Seeing the night saber being scared like this, Roy felt that something was wrong with the major event.

  Roy didn't even dare to look back and yelled "look towards charge ahead".

  The Naga killer who pressed up immediately missed him, and his sharp nails only scratched the linen clothes on Roy's back, tearing three feet-long gashes in it.

  Roy took the opportunity to rush out...

  The night saber hiding in the den burst out like lightning at this brief moment. The thumb-thick iron chain around its neck was instantly torn off. Its two fleshy front paws rested on the wooden fence, and its body ran high. Get up, open your bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl, and bite at Naga Killer.

  (End of chapter)