Berserk: The Prophet

Thranduil then took a closer look at the hooded and masked boy in front of him. The two went to a room to talk privately. Silver Mist Rangers felt it was their duty to help the abused Noldor elves.

Thranduil was quite shocked when he saw Thranduil's distinctive elven pointed ears. At least in Ravenlands, which was far from the Noldor Forest, very few people had ever seen Noldor elves.

After learning what had happened, Thranduil quickly accepted Thranduil's request and invited him to join the Silver Mist Rangers. Thranduil agreed, but he still chose to challenge the three Silver Mist Rangers at the same time before joining, because he was confident in his abilities.

He joined the Silver Mist Rangers with great ease. Only the leader, Thranduil, knew that Thranduil was a half-elf. He used the Silver Mist Rangers' connections to begin the search in the North. His reputation and excellent mission completion rate, which he had accumulated in the Blade of Punishment, made him the number one figure in the assassin organization. Every member of the Blade of Punishment knew the name "Shadow of Assassination" Thranduil.

To make ends meet, Thranduil continued to take on various missions, big and small. Because of his rank, he was assigned extremely dangerous tasks, often nearly losing his life. However, thanks to his agile skills, he always managed to escape death. One of his missions was to assassinate Boris, who called himself the Son of Prophecy. Thranduil's purpose in taking on this mission was not to get to know the legendary Son of Prophecy, but to kill him.

Because he hated that anyone could get along with the Noldor; it was unfair.

However, Seranti was clearly unsuccessful. The man was at least two meters tall, but what was most impressive about him was not his height, but his two eyes, one black and the other light blue.

However, during Seranthi's several assassination attempts, the man also sustained many wounds. Each time, he almost succeeded, and as the man became more and more vigilant, Seranthi found it increasingly difficult to succeed.

However, Thranduil observed that this man was far too arrogant. The so-called Son of Prophecy was nothing but his self-righteous boasting. Moreover, he had been wandering around the Ravenlands, making it extremely difficult to kill him. There was no need to waste time on such an extremely arrogant person. It would be better to wait until he went to the Noldor Forest before killing him. Besides, according to the prophecy of Mardigan, Boris was just the son of a Ravenlands nobleman and did not possess any heroic blood.

After several twists and turns, just as Seranti was about to choose a mission, he overheard a middle-aged man talking to the Punisher Blade at the handover ceremony.

"The last surviving member of the Pende royal family has been found! Immediately issue the highest bounty and mobilize all available assassins to extinguish the last bloodline of the Pende! We absolutely cannot allow that legendary prophetic child to threaten the king's honor!!!"

The last bloodline of Gupand... the son of prophecy... the blood of heroes!!

Seranti's pupils contracted; he seemed to have found the answer he was looking for!

.........

Night falls in the quiet village of Raging Raven.

"Ping! Ping!" "Bang!" "Swoosh!"

The sounds of clashing swords filled the air as strong men dressed as farmers from every household fiercely fought against a group of men in black with red shoulder badges. Meanwhile, another group hurriedly opened the stables and escorted a pregnant woman onto a horse, helping her escape together.

Seranti arrived later than them and watched from a distance in a tree. When he saw the group of people escorting a woman away, he rode after them.

Two brothers were particularly formidable among this group, and Seranty failed to capture them several times. He pursued them all the way to the town of Fairwitz. The man's brother went to cover their retreat, leaving only the man, a few of his men, and the other woman. They were hiding in a small hut when the woman gave birth.

"Wow wow wow!"

The baby's cries echoed throughout the room, and the man and the guards outside the door were overjoyed; the bloodline of the Pander royal family had continued.

Unfortunately, the unsettling noise and footsteps interrupted the joy in the room. Thranduil defeated the guards outside and burst in. The man immediately drew his griffin-emblazoned sword and clashed with Thranduil.

The woman, led by another woman, ran out of the window carrying her swaddled baby.

"Ping" "Clang"

The clash of swords echoed in the room. After days of fleeing, the man was covered in wounds. He struggled to deflect Seranti's strange and cunning swordsmanship, kicked Seranti away, and hurriedly ran out the window. He had to ensure his son's safety; he was the only hope for the restoration of the Pendor royal family. The bloodline of heroes could not be cut off like this!

Thrandt crawled out from the dilapidated corner. A friend of the Noldor? What a joke. Where he wasn't accepted, no one else would be. Years of alcoholism and resentment had transformed Thrandt into a different person; hatred had clouded his judgment.

Seranti quickly caught up with the man, who naturally noticed the man in black following behind. In order to buy more time for his wife and daughter, the man led Seranti into an alley and hid in a haystack to ambush him.

The prey that was chasing them suddenly fell silent. Seranti moved forward cautiously, while the man, seeing that the time was right, sprang out of the haystack, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Seranti.

Seranti's ears, however, were quick enough to detect this, barely managing to block it and nearly becoming a victim of the sword. The man's sword tore through Seranti's black hood, exposing a pair of pointed ears to the air. His ears were cut, and red blood slowly flowed out.

"An elf!?" The man was taken aback.

The feeling of being suddenly exposed to the air was very unsettling. Thrandt panicked for a moment, his eyes fixed on the man with hatred, baring his teeth and letting out an angry roar. He was enraged and had to finish the fight quickly. Thrandt relied on the elves' innate speed, and his swordsmanship and attacks became increasingly sharp.

The man had no choice but to draw his sword and fight again. The first two battles had already exhausted him. He was kicked to the ground by Seranthi and almost lost his life to Seranthi's scimitar. The man fought back with all his might, his face turning red.

"Why...why are you aiding and abetting evil?!"

"Don't you understand what this child means?" The man's eyes were bloodshot from the force he used, staring intently at the elf before him.

"Hmph, if I'm not having a good time, nobody else will either!!"

Seranti's eyes were like poison. Ruthlessness had been the theme of his dark and hopeless life for the past three years. He was nothing more than someone who couldn't see the light of day. His scimitar was closing in on the man's carotid artery.

"Half...elf..."

The man stared intently at Serant's chin. Those fine whiskers, inherent in the savage genes of humans, did not lie. Half-elves would begin to show human characteristics after the age of 20, which meant that their physiology had gradually matured.