7

  Several dozens of black-robed elves emerged from within the darkness, aiming a series of sharp arrows at Sally and Blour, as well as the elves who had just been freed.

  Their leader was a middle-aged elf with a set of ordinary features. The elves were predominantly a beautiful race, so this elf stood out as a bit of an outlier. He cast his stern gaze toward the demon and orc bodies strewn all over the ground, and then glanced at the horrified group of elves before finally turning his attention to Blour and Sally.

  The elf on the left was a little disheveled and her clothes were ragged and dirty, yet her stunning beauty was still quite apparent. However, he didn’t recall ever seeing such a beautiful elf of her description.

  Meanwhile, the elf on the right had a black veil over the lower half of her face, thereby obscuring most of her features. However, her figure and her eyes suggested that she was a fine beauty as well.

  Among the dead demons and orcs on the ground, there was no lack of beings at the sixth and seventh tiers, yet all of them had been slain, and it appeared that these two young female elves were the perpetrators.

  Seeing as he had never seen these two elves in the Wind Forest, these two were definitely those so-called elves of freedom. They had a bit of power and they let it get to their heads, prompting them to do something so insolent and reckless.

  Come to think of it, these two are a pair of fine beauties. If I were to capture them and offer them up to Master Boris, he’d surely be very pleased. Cobil’s eyes roamed over Sally and Blour’s bodies. It appeared that they had been wounded during the battle, so this was the perfect opportunity to capture them. As such, he waved a hand, and commanded, “Capture them and kill anyone who dares to resist!”


  Expressions of despair appeared on the face of the elves who had just been freed. They looked at the sharp arrows being aimed at them, and they couldn’t muster up any urge to resist. They stood rooted to the spot like a wooden statue, waiting to be shackled and enslaved by their own brethren.

  “Cobil’s an eighth-tier wood-type magic caster; we won’t be able to beat him, especially in our current state. I’ll hold him to the best of my abilities; you take as many elves away with you as possible,” Blour whispered as he looked at Cobil.

  “I’ll hold him off; you take the elves and get away from here.” Sally had donned a black veil over her face, and she glanced at Blour with a calm expression as she said, “If you get captured like this, news of the third young master of the Baibilly Family being a cross-dressing freak will spread through the entire Wind Forest tomorrow.”


  “I’m me, not a freak, and I won’t change no matter what other people say.” Blour looked at Sally as a smile appeared on his face, and he said, “But you are the future hope of the elven race.”


  As soon as his voice trailed off, the seemingly feeble Blour suddenly displayed astonishing speed and power, charging directly toward Cobil with his wand raised. Specks of light began to appear in the air, transforming into wooden arrows that short forth toward Cobil.

  “Heh, you dare to attack me?” Cobil looked at Blour with a disdainful expression. He raised a hand, and a heavy wooden shield appeared before him. The wooden arrows thudded into the shield, but couldn’t inflict even the slightest amount of damage.

  Meanwhile, the trees around Blour suddenly seemed to have sprung to life, swinging their branches sweeping toward Blour like wooden whips that were traveling at an astonishing speed.

  Countless vines also spread from beneath Cobil’s feet, extending toward Blour and the other elves.

  Sally looked at Blour, and a hint of admiration appeared in her eyes for the very first time. She stomped a foot into a nearby tree, sending her shooting through the forest like an agile leopard. She picked up two young elves, one in each arm, before fleeing the scene.

  “Don’t let her get away! Fire!” an elf exclaimed, and a rain of arrows came rushing down toward Sally from behind.

  Sally traversed through the forest rapidly. A series of arrows glanced past her before embedding themselves into the nearby trees, but Sally was slowing down noticeably.

  The two little elves tucked under her arms were looking up at her with horror in their eyes, but they remained silent and refrained from bursting into sobs.

  “Whoosh!”


  A flaming arrow flew through the air, targeting the little elf under her left arm on this occasion rather than Sally herself.

  Elves had always been capable hunters and exceptional marksmen, and this arrow was clearly faster and more powerful than the previous ones. It was going for intercept at a point that Sally was inevitably going to have to pass through with unerring accuracy.

  Sally’s expression instantly changed upon seeing this. The archer in question was clearly a veteran hunter who had been waiting for the perfect opportunity before unleashing the most lethal strike.

  Sally forcibly stopped her advancing footsteps, twisting around in mid-air to swap positions with that little elf under her left arm.

  The incoming arrow glanced past her back, leaving a deep gorey gash before puncturing three trees in rapid succession, and finally coming to a rest after embedding itself into the trunk of a fourth tree.

  The enormous power momentum imbued within the arrow caused Sally to stumble, and she was immediately brought to a halt.

  All of their elven assailants surrounded her with light shimmering on the tips of their wands, and there was no lack of sixth and seventh tier magic casters among them.

  “I’m sorry, I won’t be able to get you two out of here today.”


  Sally placed the two little elves gently down on the ground as she drew her wand with tears shimmering in her eyes.

  The little elven girl gently laid her hand on Sally’s and looked up at her with a serious expression as she said, “You killed the baddies that killed my father and mother; thank you, Big Sister.”


  “They killed my grandpa. Thank you, Big Sister.” The little elven boy was also looking up at her with gratitude in his eyes.

  Sally looked down at the two little elves, and she couldn’t hold back her tears any longer as they flowed down her cheeks.

  Meanwhile, even after evading many branches and using up all of his remaining power to unleash a powerful spell, Blour was still unable to break through Cobil’s defenses. In the end, he was bound tightly by a mass of vines and hung upside down from a large tree.

  All of the other elves had also been bound by vines. None of them struggled, nor did they weep. Their eyes were completely soulless and filled with despair as if they were already dead on the inside.

  On the other side, Sally erected a magic shield to block one spell after another, but the magic shield was thinning at a rapid rate. In the end, her defenses were breached and she was also bound by vines along with those two little elves.

  Cobil strode over to them in a high and mighty manner, looking down on all of the detained elves as he announced, “Ever since you were born, you were destined to be inferior to the elves in the Wind Forest. You were always destined to become slaves, and only death awaits you if you dare to resist. There is a hierarchy in this world, and all of you rank at the very bottom.”


  Many of the elves turned to Cobil with hatred and resentment in their eyes, but most of them were already resigned to their fate.

  In this world, there was no one who could save them. All of the elves in the Wind Forest had already accepted such an arrangement, even the elven queen.

  “Who’s running their mouth here?”


  Right at this moment, a flash of golden light erupted above everyone. An elegant foot descended from the sky, stomping down onto Cobil’s face and slamming it into the dirt!