The Black Elves didn't appear again, but this situation didn't make everyone feel at ease.
After dinner, Abel and the others led three teams to patrol around the camp, trying to find any clues about the Black Elves hiding here.
However, none of them found anything.
"What should we do?" Claremont asked anxiously when the three of them met up again with their soldiers
"Did the Black Elves who came to attack us already escaped?" Devitt guessed.
"It is indeed possible. Perhaps the previous attack was a test for us," Abel analyzed. "And the result of the test was not satisfactory."
"Although this situation will make us a lot more relaxed, I still want to get a way to dispel the dark magic on the soldiers from them," Claremont said with a sigh.
"Yes." Devitt nodded. "Although there is a possibility that the Black Elves will escape, we still can not let down our guard."
It was already late at night, and the tent was brightly lit. After the attack the night before, everyone couldn't sleep early at ease.
"Ah!"
A scream sounded in the camp.
"What's wrong?" Devitt hurriedly walked out of his tent and asked.
The soldiers who were resting in the tents also quickly put on their armor and walked to the open space of the camp.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})"Hello." At the entrance of the camp, there were a few slim Black Elves standing side by side. One of the Black Elves was holding a Caradia soldier.
This was the first time Devitt and the others saw the original appearance of the Dark Elves -- they had a well-proportioned body like a woman, and their waists were slender. The color of their skin was like the blue sky and the moon, with a simple radiance.
"Quickly put down our people!" Claremont rushed to the scene and shouted angrily.
"Fine, as long as you give up your camp, we will let all of you live," a Black Elf said mockingly.
"What a joke!" The Caradia soldiers and the elves scolded.
Devitt raised his right hand to signal for everyone to stop the noise and continued to say to the few black elves, "We can not agree to your conditions. Moreover, the five of you want to rob our entire army. Aren't you a little too confident?"
"We'll know if we try," one of the Black Elves said. "In order to survive in this plain, we've never been afraid of anyone."
"I didn't expect that the once glorious black elves would be reduced to such a state," Abel said to the leading Black Elf through the crowd.
"They can withstand the glory, but they can also walk through the low points." One of the Black Elves stared at Abel and spoke in a mocking tone, "Wasn't it the Elf Lords who taught us to be flexible?"
He was probably referring to the time when the elves led other races to besiege the black elves.
"The logic goes on and on." Claremont walked forward and said angrily, "The attack last night was done by you guys, right?"
"Yes, but it was interrupted by your appearance," a Black Elf said indifferently.
Claremont was furious at the other party's casual attitude. Thinking about the miserable state of the two soldiers who were attacked, he couldn't help but say, "Tonight, if you can't give our wounded comrades an explanation, we won't let you go."
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})"Dong!" A few Caradia soldiers walked behind the black elves and closed the gate of the camp.
"Alright." the leading Black Elf said. "Since you're so hot-blooded, I'll give you more strength."
After saying that, he walked to the bound soldier and placed his palm on the soldier's head.
He chanted an ancient incantation.
The humans and elves present felt that the atmosphere was not good.
"What do you want to do?" Devitt rushed forward and lifted the soldier who was kneeling on the ground, leading him away from the black elves.
The soldier trembled in his arms.
Devitt looked at the leader of the black elves with a slightly ominous look.
He saw the other party smile at him like a ghost. At the same time, the temperature of the soldier in his arms suddenly dropped.
"Be careful!"
Devitt's eyes widened.
He saw the soldier struggle out of his arms stiffly. When he gently put his hand on his shoulder. There was actually a bone-biting coldness attacking him.
"Swish!"
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})Before anyone could react, the soldier's hand knife pierced through Devitt's abdomen.
"Bang!"
When Abel saw the soldier's bloody hands leave Devitt's body, he rushed forward at high speed and kicked him into a space a few meters away.
"Devitt!" Abel held onto Devitt's body that was about to fall and shouted worriedly.
Logically speaking, after receiving such a fierce blow from Abel. Even if it was a specially trained soldier, three or four of his ribs should have been broken. However, the soldier who was sent flying was like a zombie. He fell to the ground for less than five seconds and quickly stood up. He charged into the ranks of the Caradia soldiers and fought with his physical body.
The Caradia soldiers were greatly frightened by this sudden change. When the soldiers rushed toward them, they were also hesitating about how to fight. In the end, under the iron-like defense of the Caradia soldiers, the soldiers who were under the spell's control could not hurt any of them. They fell under the siege of the shields.
"Quick! Take General Devitt to stop the bleeding!" Abel commanded the few elven warriors behind him.
Everyone hurriedly carried Devitt, who was still bleeding profusely from his wounds, and left the battlefield.
"How is it? Do you want to kill us more?" a Black Elf said after watching the whole process.
"You scum. Don't even think about leaving today!" Claremont roared and ordered, "All the Caradia warriors, follow me!"
Abel's expression was solemn and he did not say a word. He ordered the elven warriors to prepare for the attack. He also walked into the ranks of the Caradia warriors. Although he was an elf, he was not only good at magic, but he was also not weaker than the young warriors who were active in Caradia.
"Kill!" Claremont took out his weapon and charged at the forefront.
A hint of wariness appeared in the eyes of the Black Elf. The leading Black Elf stood closest to the charging soldiers and chanted an entire paragraph of ancient mantra.
"Hell Slave!" The Black Elf who had finished chanting suddenly had a flash in his dark green eyes. Dark spiritual energy surged out of his body and stuck to his body.
