The spiritual energy that was originally circulating the Black Elf’s body instantly gathered in his hands.
It turned into drops of liquid that fell to the ground.
When the black “water” on the ground formed into a pool, ten chains stretched out from the pool and tied themselves to the Black Elf’s fingers.
The Black Elf suddenly waved its arms.
Unknown objects emitting black smoke crawled up from the pool one after another.
The ground around the Black Elf also shook.
The warriors quickly stood up to prevent themselves from falling to the ground.
“What is this?” a soldier exclaimed.
“This is my ‘pet’– a black slave. If you get too close, they will bite you.”
The Black Elf replied with a smile and squatted down to stroke the head of one of the creatures.
Claremont took a few steps forward with a cold expression, wanting to see what these creatures were.
In the end, he discovered that the creatures shrouded in the black gas were actually humans, or perhaps a different form of humans.
Claremont frowned, immediately feeling that the current situation had become somewhat troublesome.
“Herne!” a soldier shouted loudly, his tone filled with fear.
“Oh my God.” The soldier standing next to the soldier covered his mouth and nose as he exclaimed.
Herne? When he heard this name, Claremont felt that it sounded familiar, but he could not remember where he had heard it before.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})He subconsciously raised his head and coincidentally met the gaze of a “human”.
Claremont’s breathing stopped. Herne was one of the soldiers who were attacked at the entrance of the military camp yesterday.
Claremont clearly remembered his face, but he did not expect to find this familiar face among the creatures with chains around their necks.
“Isn’t Herne being taken care of in the tent?” Claremont asked softly.
Abel walked to his side and said, “I think we found the reason why Herne and the others are unconscious.”
Claremont pondered for a moment in his mind and said, “So it was the Black Elves who took away their spirits.”
Abel raised his finger and pointed at another black slave who was kneeling on the ground.
Claremont looked in the direction he was pointing at. As expected, he found the appearance of the other soldier who fainted yesterday.
“If we want to talk about what can be used to defeat humans, it’s the humans themselves.” The Black Elf shook the chain in his hand as if he was playing with a pet. Then, he said to the people of Caradia.
“You really have everything in mind.”
Blue veins were faintly popping out on Claremont’s forehead.
At this moment, a soldier quickly ran to Claremont’s side and reported in his ear, “Captain Claremont, Captain Devitt has escaped from danger.”
“Okay,” Claremont said in a deep voice. Then, he turned to the soldiers behind him and said, “Soldiers, the enemy has tortured our comrades to this state. In order to protect our comrades and supplies, follow me and charge!”
“Kill!”
All the Caradia soldiers waved the weapons in their hands.
Claremont did not say anything else. He gripped the large knife in his hand tightly and charged forward.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})The Black Elf in the lead smiled sinisterly. He broke free from the chains in his hand and turned around to walk out of the military camp. All the “humans” that were kneeling on the ground charged towards the Caradia soldiers like jackalans and wolves.
The Caradia soldiers slashed their knives and swords at these menacing ghosts. In the end, their weapons passed through their bodies. Other than the sound of friction with the air, they did not have much effect.
“Empty?” The Caradia soldiers asked in surprise.
Before they could recover, all the slaves pounced on them.
Of course, this attack did not leave any actual wounds on the Caradia soldiers. However, the soldiers who were attacked fell to the ground one after another, squatting on the ground and crying with their heads in their hands.
“Why are you crying?” Claremont shouted in confusion as he dodged the attacks of the slaves.
Soldiers were stronger than ordinary people in terms of willpower.
Claremont had experienced four or five actual battles, but he had never seen such a painful and silent warrior on the battlefield.
The moment he was distracted, the black slave found an opportunity to attack.
The moment the black slave pounced forward and penetrated Claremont’s body.
Claremont’s pupils suddenly enlarged. A cold aura invaded his bones, and the logic in his mind became chaotic.
Claremont felt as if he had already left the battlefield. The cries of his childhood abuse by his father kept ringing in his ears.
The images in the depths of his memory were pulled ashore.
Claremont could not hear the sounds around him. He could only keep recalling the scene where he was beaten half to death.
“Father, I was wrong,” Claremont sobbed.
Seeing that Claremont was about to burst out with the soldiers around him, Claremont’s tears also exploded.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})A pair of warm palms rested on his shoulders, allowing him to see the light again.
Claremont raised his head and looked at the person who had come to redeem him.
“Abel?”
“Stand up. You fell just now.”
On the chaotic battlefield, Abel reached out his hand and said to Claremont.
“Let’s go!” A Black Elf noticed the situation on Claremont’s side and shouted at his companion, “That Elf knows light magic.”
The leader of the Black Elves also noticed that Abel’s entire body was exuding a holy light. His face revealed a shocked expression.
Seeing that this group of Caradia soldiers were about to fall into his hands. The fat meat that was sent to his mouth was about to fly away. It was such a pity.
The leader of the Black Elves gritted his teeth. In the end, he still cast a spell to recall the slaves on the battlefield, intending to escape with the others.
“Trying to leave? It won’t be that easy.” Claremont, who had just been rescued by Abel, rushed to the front of the Black Elves with red eyes. He placed his weapon on the other party’s neck.
The elves’ rescue was carried out on every single Caradia soldier who was in trouble.
The soldiers regained their combat strength. At this time, they followed Claremont and captured the escaping black elves, holding them under their blades.
“You’re just a little lucky.” The Black Elf leader narrowed his eyes dangerously. “If you really want to force us with our lives, do you really think that we won’t be able to defeat you?”
“Cut the crap. How about you stabbing our captain and the spirits of our two soldiers. Immediately lift the restrictions on them.” Claremont pressed the blade against the back of the Black Elf’s neck. Gritting his teeth, he said.
“That blade was stabbed by one of your soldiers. What does that have to do with me?” The Black Elf Leader raised his head indifferently and said, “I’ll give you the spirits of the two soldiers that you want.”
As soon as he finished speaking, two of the chains on his left hand snapped.
The two slaves also disappeared into thin air.
