33 Risen#re

One of the guards walked over to the cart and started off loading its contents, most of the furs weren't all that big, the bigger the fur the greater the value.

For the most part it was just rabbit or squirrel furs so if any one wanted to make anything out of them, they would have to cut and sew multiple furs togethers, making it look patchy, but with bigger furs there was a lot more that could be done so the price would climb by dozens of time.

As the guard emptied everything he knocked onto the floor and immediately noticed that it was hollow.

Just then a cold wind blew through the tent making the lamps flicker until they went out, the sudden darkness made all of them freeze not just the guards but also the cultivator Triston.

"Sssh," Triston hushed them as they begun to make a noise and focused on his ears intently, and that's when he noticed a problem, it was silent too silent.

Just moments ago the other members of the caravan were eating and singing songs outside, but currently their was none of that, they could only make out that the fire was still raging outside.

The silence was stifling, "On alert boys," Triston said drawing his sword and taking vigilant steps towards the tent entrance, as the other guards did the same, even the panicking Mr Quibb said nothing in the current situation, he too could tell that something was very wrong, but he wasn't sure yet if it was a good or bad thing for him.

But just as they reached the entrance Mr Quibb felt something, enter his body, he spluttered out some blood as he looked at Triston with surprise, "I don't need someone who can betray me at any second standing behind me," Triston said with a apologetic smile as Mr Quibb fell over.

"Father!" Mal started to scream and struggle his way out of the guard's hands and rushed to his father, but as soon as he made it he knew that it was hopeless.

Mal looked to Triston with hateful eyes, "You bastard, I'll kill you!" he roared and tried to pounce at him, but a sudden kick to the jaw sent him flying to the side, his jaw was broken and he quickly fell unconscious from the pain.

"That little shit almost took a chunk out of me," the guard that kicked Mal said and rubbed a part of his hand, under the darkness no one could see his wound, but they could still smell the iron from his blood.

"Never mind him, let first find out what's going on outside," Triston said softly and pushed the flaps open.

He moment the group left the tent, they wished that they hadn't, it was nothing short of a genocide, the tents were splattered with blood and the bodies of the members of the caravan were torn to shreds, some of them were torn in half while others were cut to pieces with their limbs and heads acting as decorations for the tents.

The guards knew that after robbing Mr Quibb they would have to kill everyone, but even for them this was a little to brutal, and based on the fact that they heard no screams the slaughter must have just taken seconds, yet it was completely silent.

It would require a very skilled group to do such a thing, and even Triston who was standing at their lead was panicking slightly.

"Lets not get into a battle here," Triston suddenly called out, "We'll leave, you people can take everything," he said in a show of good faith and raised his hands above his head and the two besides him followed suite.

"Oh you're finally done with your little mutiny, I thought you guys were going to take forever," a very strange voice echoed in their ears, as it spoke they could here the tone constantly changing as if a different person was saying each word.

Then a figure seemed to appear from the shadows and strode up to them without a care in the world, at first glance they were struggling to tell the persons gender, but they could make out the persons small stature and incomparable beauty.

But most importantly was the persons blindfold that covered their eyes, yet they still walked in such a leisurely manner, as if the world was theirs.

The silver haired person suddenly waved their hand and two daggers popped up between his fingers, and before anyone could blink the two daggers were gone from his hand.

Even Triston didn't follow what was going on, but he heard grunts from his sides and when he turned to look at his subordinates, their throats were cut through and blood gushed from their throats, before long they fell to their knees and crumpled to the ground.

"You," Triston said through gritted teeth and brought one his hands to the pummel of his sword.

"Shut up, if I want you dead then you will be dead, you only answer what I ask and maybe I'll let you live, but that depends on the quality of your answer," Triston suddenly stepped back in fear as he heard the voice, or rather voices.

There were less voices than last time but each one sounded uniquely different, and all of them were coming from that one person.

Added with the fact that the person was able to kill his subordinates without him even noticing he thought it impossible for his victory.

"I'm new to this place you see," the silver haired person said as he twirled a dagger between his fingers, "And I've run into a little trouble when it comes to cultivation, as in I am unable to, but you have a cultivation, a weak one but a cultivation none the less, first grade second stage, which means that it is possible now tell me how it's possible,"

As the person spoke Triston could hear those voices all amalgamating in to one, but it was hard to make it out, it was like every time the person spoke they learned how to better form the words.

A difficult expression appeared on Triston's face as he looked at the figure in fear, it was quickly dawning on him that it was this person who was responsible for the massacre, and he truly began to fear what would happen if such a monster started cultivating when it was already so scary.

"I-I-I can't tell you," Triston finally said, and he it wasn't simply that he was unwilling their was another reason.

"Oh," the silver haired person said with an amused smile and lightly licked one of their small fangs, with a look of anticipation, "Tell me which is your favourite body part?" the person asked Triston.

Triston however started to backtrack as he under stood the person intention and tried to turn and flee but the moment he turned around he felt a sharp piercing pain in his knee that caused him to fall over and as he looked down he saw that the dagger had slid under his knee cap and the silver haired person was walking to him slowly.

"Wait please anything else, I'll do anything you want me to," Triston started to plead.

"There was only one purpose in keeping you alive," the person said and twisted the dagger.

Creak, Crack.

"!GAaahhhhh!" Triston howled as his entire kneecap was popped out of his leg and just dangled from a few strands of flesh.

As the dagger was extracted both of them quickly noticed that the blade had shattered, "Bloody pig iron, it's useless on cultivators," the person mumble absentmindedly.

"Tell me what I want to know, and I'll give you a quick death instead of a drawn out one," the person said while pointing another dagger at him.

A resolute expression appeared in Triston's eyes, "You want to know, fine," he said with a laugh, "First you have to…" he said and jumped forward, and as he spoke his entire body started to contort like it was going to explode, "Haha die you bastard," Triston roared as he felt the spell take effect.

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Lirian raised two fingers calmly and controlled the energy with energy control sending it, all of the exploding energy dispersed into nothing the only proof of the explosion was the raining bits of cultivators that fell.

'He was no mage and definitely no warlock, so that self-destruction was probably something that would trigger if some one tries revealing the method of cultivation,' Lirian concluded.

"So, the powers on this world keep the knowledge a secret," Lirian muttered softly and strolled into the tent where that cart was, he was feeling curious about what was in that cart.

When Lirian opened that false bottom, he discovered that there was a spell in place, it was no seal or anything dangerous, it was just a simple spell to shrink the volume of any items inside it.

As Lirian reached in he felt something soft and pulled it out, "A fur," Lirian muttered softly he could feel that it was very large and heavy, "That can't be what all that was about," Lirian thought and had the systems do a quick scan, if he had to say what held the most value he'd say that it was the spell to reduce the volume of the matter inside it.

But a few seconds later the system identified the truth.

[Detected 11 First Grade Direwolf Furs]

[Detected 26 Second Grade Direwolf Furs]

[Detected 1 Third Grade Direwolf Furs]

"It would seem that someone killed a Direwolf alpha and it's pack," Lirian muttered with a smile, since his third life there were two creatures that he always went out of his way to kill, Direwolves and Hell-Hounds, the way they ripped him apart during his third life, left him with a deep seethed hatred for their kind.