Genshin Impact: I'm The Envoy of Snezhnaya
Chapter 414: The Same Method
"Boss! Boss!"
Seeing their leader collapse to the ground, whether out of genuine concern or not, all of his subordinates rushed over and helped Sharif up.
The moment they saw the two wounds in his lower back, their expressions changed simultaneously.
The daggers used by Bai Luo and his disciple were different from ordinary daggers.
A gap ran down the center of the blade, allowing it to catch and lock an opponent's weapon during combat.
That unique design also left behind very distinctive wounds.
"She's here! She's here! That brat followed us!"
Instinctively clutching his lower back, one of the Eremites collapsed onto the snow in terror. He didn't even have the strength to stand anymore.
"Calm down. It isn't her. The wound is clearly different!"
Besides Sharif, there was another strategist in their group.
By comparing the injuries, he immediately noticed that the new wound on Sharif was noticeably larger than the ones they had suffered before.
Recalling the information they had gathered, that little brat who specialized in stabbing people in the kidneys had supposedly traveled from Mondstadt back to Sumeru.
Could it be...
Did people from Mondstadt all have this hobby?
No wonder he had always felt strangely weak whenever that handsome dark-skinned man with the eyepatch looked at him.
So that was the reason.
Hypocritical Mondstadters!
But how had the attacker disappeared?
The moment Sharif cried out, they had all turned around immediately, yet they had found absolutely no sign of an enemy.
The response to his attempt at calming the group wasn't relief from his companions.
Instead, a miserable scream echoed through the snowy wilderness.
The howl was, if anything, even more pitiful than Sharif's.
The source was the man who had collapsed in the snow earlier.
Judging from his posture, he had been trying to crawl away.
But that very posture had conveniently created the perfect opportunity for the attacker.
"Not again... not again..."
His companion's fate reminded them of what they had experienced in Gandharva Ville.
Back then, seeking revenge on that little brat, they had gathered several mercenaries who also held grudges against her and set up an ambush.
Although they had managed to use various elemental reactions to knock the weapon from her hands, losing her bow had only caused her to enter an entirely different state.
It had been a truly terrifying experience.
They knew she was somewhere nearby, yet no matter how desperately they searched, she seemed to melt into the forest itself, leaving no trace behind.
And what about them? They could only watch helplessly as their companions were dragged into the depths of the woods by wires and vines, hung from trees like lambs awaiting slaughter.
There was nothing they could do.
The person hidden within this blizzard was even more frightening than the brat from Gandharva Ville.
At least when that girl attacked, they could sense something was wrong.
Sometimes they could even catch sight of a flash of green.
And she had the jungle and the trees to conceal her movements.
But now?
They didn't even know who was attacking them.
They couldn't tell whether the enemy was male or female.
Most terrifying of all, the surroundings contained nothing but endless white snow.
No trees.
No rocks.
No cover whatsoever.
Yet the attacker moved like a ghost, sending chills down their spines.
Watching their companion gradually lose consciousness from the pain, the Eremites understood something clearly.
Without Sharif's exceptional constitution, none of them would survive an injury like that and make it off the mountain alive.
Their eyes turned toward Silver, who was still holding the Whopperflower.
"Grab that brat!"
Sharif's earlier warning had told them that Silver likely had a companion.
If someone was attacking them now, it had to be that companion.
Whoosh—
The one charging at the front was the group's other strategist.
He understood perfectly well that taking Silver hostage would make him the most dangerous target.
But it would also give him the highest chance of survival.
At the very least, it would give him leverage against the hidden attacker.
So he ran faster than anyone else.
And then—
Whoosh—
Scalding blood splashed across the blinding white snow.
In his final moments, what he saw was a headless corpse spraying hot blood as it continued running forward.
That corpse… was his own.
His head hit the ground.
Only then did he finally see the culprit who had severed his neck.
"St-steel... wire..."
The blood staining the taut wire slid away almost instantly. If he hadn't happened to see a drop of blood fall onto his severed head, he might never have known what had killed him.
"Steel wire again! It's really her!"
The kidney-stabbing.
The distinctive wounds.
The suspended steel wires.
Everything matched.
It was her.
That little brat had followed them here.
What confused them, however, was that although the girl had always enjoyed stabbing people, she had never actually killed anyone.
Someone would always come later and save the victims.
But this time, things were different.
The attacker was killing them outright—and doing so in an especially brutal manner.
The three remaining Eremites immediately stood back-to-back, vigilantly watching their surroundings.
None of them dared rush toward Silver anymore.
They had no idea how many steel wires were hidden around him.
For the first time, their formation actually proved useful.
At the very least, the unseen attacker stopped stabbing them.
Just as they were beginning to feel relieved, one of them noticed something odd about the boy holding the Whopperflower.
He was…
Looking upward?
Instinctively, one of the man raised his head.
What he saw was a sight he would never forget for the rest of his life.
Amid the swirling snowstorm, a man wearing a white mask floated motionlessly in the air.
A magnificent cloak draped over his body.
As he looked down upon them from above, he resembled a lofty god gazing upon mortals.
But there was neither mercy nor kindness on the face of this god.
The mask bore only a playful and unsettling smile.
The next instant, screams of terror echoed throughout the entire mountain.
Scalding blood splattered across Silver's face.
He wiped some away with a finger and brought it to his nose.
Hmm...
These people's blood smelled the same as his own.
The temperature was the same too.
"Don't go around eating strange things. You'll upset your stomach."
The pale white mask was removed.
The Eremites who had died beneath his blade would never have imagined that behind that eerie mask was such a bright, friendly-looking face.
As for Sharif, who had not yet completely succumbed to his injuries, terror flooded his expression the moment he saw Bai Luo's profile.
"Y-you! It's you! So it was you!"
Upon recognizing that familiar face, Sharif finally understood why they had been toyed with so mercilessly.
If it was him, then everything made sense.
Because only this terrifying reaper of lives could accomplish something like this.
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