The wrong transmigrator assigned by the system

But the maggot-like monsters in the Dark Rebels left her and her more than 100,000 soldiers with terrifying memories.

These monsters aren't particularly strong in combat; generally, three or four ordinary soldiers can take them down, and slightly stronger soldiers can almost single-handedly take on an entire camp of them. However, what makes these monsters terrifying is not their combat strength.

Because the body is a corpse wrapped in maggots, when attacking the soldiers of the Aifa faction, and when the Aifa elven soldiers wield their weapons to attack them, those hideous maggots will splatter out, biting the elven soldiers' bodies and causing them to bleed to death.

Moreover, these disgusting maggots can multiply on the corpses of dead elven soldiers, turning into new monsters.

After a long and arduous battle, her army finally discovered a weakness of these maggots: they were afraid of fire. Whenever they approached a flame, they would automatically scramble away from the soldier, allowing the unfortunate man to survive. But even after discovering this weakness, the monster formed from these disgusting maggots was still no easy opponent.

Leaving aside the sheer number of torches and other flame-based lighting equipment in Aifa's army, simply asking soldiers to fight with torches is already asking too much of the powerful elves. Sending soldiers into battle with a torch in one hand and a weapon in the other is practically sending them to their deaths. Keep in mind that enemy archers don't care if you're wearing armor or have a shield; they'll just shoot you dead with one arrow!

Selecting some soldiers and having them run around with torches is not a good solution either. Putting aside how efficient it would be, the mere fact that it could disrupt battle formations and coordination is a major headache for Strylisa.

As for magic... very few elves learn fire magic; almost all elven mages learn elemental magic of wind, water, and earth. The rest are limited to nature magic.

Therefore, those monsters had a very negative impact on Strycochet and her army. They slowed down their efforts to eliminate the Deep Rebels, or even made it impossible for them to eliminate them at all.

There was nothing that could be done, and time just dragged on day by day.

But on that very day, the Queen's messenger suddenly appeared on the battlefield and found her.

Upon seeing this envoy, dressed in finery and showing no sign of the tension one would expect from someone on the battlefield, a sense of unease welled up within Strisley. For some reason, she felt that her chances of survival were slim.

“General Magkara, the Queen is furious that the campaign against the Deep Rebels is progressing so slowly!” The Elven Queen’s messenger said to Strylisa with a forced smile as he sat in Strylisa’s command post.

“The Dark Rebels are not weak, and they also have many monsters that can cause our army heavy casualties. Therefore, we must fight cautiously! Being eager for quick success will only bring bad consequences to the Aifa Empire!” Strisa disagreed with the implication in the Queen’s envoy’s words, and she argued and refuted the envoy’s words with reason.

Seeing that Strylisa had no intention of attacking the rebels in the deep, the envoy paused for a moment, then smiled coldly and said, "Since the general is so ungrateful, then don't blame me for not reminding you."

With that, she handed a secret order to General Strylisa, and then, amidst her dejected state, she sneered, "This is Her Majesty the Empress's order. If General Magkara is not prepared to launch a full-scale attack on the rebels of the Deep, then dismiss him and imprison him. After the army has wiped out the rebels of the Deep, he will be brought back to the capital to await trial! As for who will command the army, that will naturally be me, the envoy!"

“This is impossible! I am Her Majesty’s most trusted general, and no elf in the entire country is more loyal to Her Majesty than I am. How could she dismiss me for no reason?” Upon hearing the messenger’s words, Strylisa suddenly shouted excitedly.

But her two bodyguards suddenly subdued her, preventing her from resisting any further.

This scene shocked Strychlisa even more. First, her childhood friend wanted to remove her from her general's position, and now her personal guard had betrayed her. What on earth had happened?

"General, don't overthink it. Her Majesty the Queen has never considered you a confidant. Although you two are childhood friends, you have repeatedly advised Her Majesty to do things she doesn't want to do. Over time, you naturally lost Her Majesty's trust and tolerance. When Her Majesty can no longer tolerate it, it's only natural that you will fall from this position." Suppressing his inner elation and disdain for Strylisa, the envoy said with a cold smile, "However, you made one more mistake!"

Stellaris, pinned to the command post table by two extremely strong guards, glared and angrily demanded, "What? What did I do wrong?!"

The messenger bent down, revealing a maniacal smile, and whispered in General Strylisa's ear, "What did you do wrong? Ha! It's simple, you angered the tree spirits of the Mandala tribe!"

Upon hearing this, Strychlisa was enraged. She struggled to break free from the control of her former guards, wanting to kill the messenger who had now sided with the tree spirits of Mandala, disregarding the Queen's interests.

However, she ultimately failed. Just as she was about to break free from the control of her two guards, her lieutenant suddenly entered and delivered a karate chop to the back of her neck, knocking her unconscious instantly.

Watching the two guards drag the unconscious Strycoris away, Strycoris's former lieutenant, Verena Tusalexa, said to the messenger who had seized command of Strycoris's army, "Are we really going to side with the Dryads? Choosing the Deep was a huge mistake. Those Dryads are no less ambitious than the Deep themselves!"

The envoy glared at Verena and snorted coldly, "You've already made your move, why are you still asking these questions?"

Knowing she was no longer in a position to ask this question, Verena sighed softly, then asked, "So, what should we do now?"

"Is there even a question? Of course, we will do everything in our power to wipe out the rebels of the Deep!" Compared to Strylisa's caution, this envoy was much bolder. At least before experiencing the baptism of iron and blood, she did not take the Deep seriously, just like most elven nobles who did not take the tree elves seriously.

Upon hearing the messenger's order and seeing the confidence radiating from his face, Verena paused briefly, but quickly chose to leave to gather the army and prepare for the attack on the rebel forces of the Church of the Deep.

However, neither of them knew how powerful You Sui truly was, or whether their soldiers could handle him!

-----------------------------------

While General Strylisa of the Aifa Empire was imprisoned in a filthy dungeon, awaiting an uncertain future, Lu Ming was fast asleep on his bed in his room.

After deciding to accept the Mandela tribe's tree elves, Grand Duke Rael and Grand Duke Feram, who were relatively close to the area, arrived in Prasius a few days ago to discuss specific matters with the Mandela tribe's tree elves and to persuade their tribe and other tree elf tribes on friendly terms to join the Kingdom of Miracaisa.

Thus, with most of the work taken over by the two Grand Dukes and their entourage, Lu Ming was now left with only the tasks of sending people to patrol Plasux City and studying the plants inside the Phantom Archers' bodies.

The problem is that neither of these tasks is particularly important. Anyone could do the first one; it's simply a matter of having his knights carry the seeds blessed by the god Kaiya around the city. The second task, however, is completely unreasonable. Without any research equipment or specialized tools, even if Lu Ming wanted to conduct research, there wouldn't be much to study.

So in the end, he simply chose to drift through life, sleep all day, and dump his work and the task of training the Euglesotus Knights on Kate, Chimera, and Camilla, while doing nothing himself.

But today, his good days are over...

With a whoosh, the curtains in the room were opened, and the glaring midday sun immediately shone on Lu Ming's face, forcing him to drowsily shield his eyes with his hand to avoid the stinging sunlight.

"Lazybones, get up!" Before Lu Ming could react, he heard a very familiar girl's voice. Then, someone grabbed his hand that he was using to shield his eyes from the sun, and with a thud, he was pulled off the bed and onto the floor.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch..." Clutching his head that had hit the ground, Lu Ming cried out in pain as he got up from the floor. Only then did he realize that the woman who had the audacity to drag him off the bed was Miral.

Looking at Mirar in her white dress, Lu Ming sat back on the bed, rubbed the spot he had bumped, and asked, "The fortress is finished? So fast?"

"The fortress isn't finished yet, so can't I come back?" After climbing onto the bed, Miral hugged Lu Ming from behind, wrapped her arms around his neck, and asked with a gentle smile but a sinister tone.

"No! That's not what I meant..." Although he didn't know where Miral got such a strong grudge from, Lu Ming had no choice but to beg for mercy in order to save his life.

Seeing that Lu Ming was somewhat frightened by her, Miral couldn't help but chuckle.

"What are you laughing at, silly girl?" Lu Ming gently nestled into Miral's arms, reached out and touched Miral's face, and asked with a smile.

"I'm laughing at you~" Miral said with a grin as she put her arm around Lu Ming.

"Silly girl." Hearing this, Lu Ming couldn't help but laugh and scold her, then he asked again, "So, tell me, has something happened on your end?"

"Actually, this is what happened. One evening three days ago, I was getting bored at the construction site where I was rebuilding Baharet Fortress, so I took my royal guards hunting nearby. We ended up capturing several elven deserters. According to them, they were soldiers from one of the two royal guard units in the capital of Afar, and they had escaped because the fighting with the people of the Deep had been too fierce and resulted in too many casualties."

"They're lying. No matter what the internal strife in Aifa is like, as members of the Royal Guard, they would never flee to the vicinity of enemy-occupied territory!"

“That’s right! That’s what I thought too. So I had them interrogated, and that’s when they finally told the truth. It turns out that the reason they ran away wasn’t because of the civil war between Aifa and the Deep, but because they received news that some elves were going to deal with their general and take over the entire Royal Guard!”

"When they are being counterattacked in foreign wars and are also in internal strife, how can the elves still think about fighting for power and profit?" Lu Ming asked incredulously after hearing Miral's words.

In his view, at this point, the Aifa Empire, if not to repel the Miracaesans, should at least be focusing all its efforts on dealing with the Church of the Deep. No normal nation would be thinking about power struggles at this time, especially with such a huge problem facing the country!

However, Miral's next answer made him understand everything.

"No matter the time, there will always be people who will fight tooth and nail for power. And these people don't care whether the country is stable or whether the territory is still vast! Such power struggles are not uncommon in Pulu, even when there are internal and external troubles!"

'It's not just in Pulu, it's the same everywhere, okay?' Lu Ming couldn't help but complain to himself as he thought about the history of his true hometown.

However, he didn't intend to ask anything more about it. This unspoken understanding between him and his wife kept reminding him not to ask any further. Otherwise, it would seem like he was trying to steal the credit.

Moreover, at this moment, he only wanted to indulge in Miral's tender embrace and not want to extricate himself.

Unfortunately, Winslant suddenly appeared at this warm and happy moment and forcibly took Miral away from him, which made him very angry.

"Hey! Even if you're a count, you can't just blatantly steal someone else's wife like this!"

Winsland turned around and glared at Lu Ming, angrily saying, "Mirair has some things she hasn't finished saying. The dukes should have her go over and explain them."

Seeing the grave look on Winslant's face, Lu Ming immediately realized something bad. He quickly dressed and prepared to go with Winslant and Mirall to see the dukes. At the same time, he asked Winslant, "Did those deserters turn against Mirall?"

"Pretty much. They said they were farmers captured by Mirall's men and forcibly branded as deserters!"

Lu Ming's question to Winslant startled Miral, and Winslant's answer terrified her even more, almost causing her to stumble. But just then, Lu Ming suddenly spoke.

"Hmph! That sounds nice. I'd like to see which bastard dares to play this trick!" Unlike the others, Lu Ming trusted Miral completely and knew that Miral wouldn't lie. Therefore, he didn't doubt Miral; he only thought that the deserters were turning against Miral. And that was exactly what happened...

Hearing Lu Ming's words, Miral's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, gradually calmed down, and she calmly followed Lu Ming toward the place where the Grand Dukes were.

Chapter 56 - Interrogation and Intelligence

The prison in Prasius City is located underground in the northwest corner of the city, and there is no light except for a few scattered lights.

It was dark, damp, and rodents would occasionally dart by—a place that a proud race like the elves would find utterly intolerable. Yet, these dozen or so cells held more than twenty elves.

Among them were captured officers and disobedient nobles. Only a few elves were different, because they claimed to be peasants captured by Miracaiser's army to impersonate soldiers and gain merit.

The elven officers and nobles were utterly disdainful of the Miracathians' behavior. Only the Miracathians would do something so utterly disgraceful. Proud elves like themselves would never do such a thing!

However......

With a "click," the prison cell gate was opened, and all the elven prisoners immediately looked over. A man wearing a black trench coat and a wolf bone mask walked in with two attendants and a tree elf priest.

"A hunter?" The man's attire startled the elven prisoners, who quickly stepped back a few paces, keeping their distance from the cell door to avoid provoking these men who were even more terrifying than Miracaesar's army.

Ignoring the prisoner's wary gaze, the Wolfbone Master Hunter walked straight past their cell and arrived at the cell where the 'farmers' who claimed to have been captured to earn merit were located.

The dark, cold eyes behind the wolf bone mask stared at the few 'farmers' who didn't know what the black-clad master hunter was, making them gradually feel at a loss, and one by one they dared not meet his gaze.

At this moment, the prison guards suddenly rushed over and bowed to Wolfbone Hunter in a great panic.

But the Wolfbone Master Hunter ignored him.

Seeing that the Wolfbone Master Hunter made no comment, merely silently observing the 'farmers,' the guard's eyes darted around. He then feigned concern and said, "Lord, you've come here to interrogate these farmers, haven't you? I advise you not to. Many people are saying that Baron Miral Sachs is killing innocent people and claiming credit. So even if you are one of the hunters, you shouldn't..."

Suddenly, the wolfbone hunter looked at the guard, who immediately shut his mouth in fright.

"Does this master hunter need you to teach me how to do things?"

A cold, detached remark frightened the guard so much that he immediately knelt on the ground.

However, Wolfbone Master Hunter naturally didn't take such a sycophantic nobody seriously. After the guard knelt on the ground and dared not speak, Wolfbone Master Hunter reached out and lightly tapped the cell door with his finger, and the cell door opened immediately.

Upon seeing this, the few elven 'farmers' were greatly alarmed and hurriedly retreated, watching the wolf bone hunter with great vigilance.

"Their reactions are swift, and their positions, though seemingly chaotic, are actually designed for both offense and defense, and they can support each other, avoiding fighting alone." Stepping into the cell, the Wolfbone Master Hunter glanced at the positions of the elven 'farmers' and pointed out the secret behind it.

Immediately, the elven 'farmers' were taken aback and hurriedly pretended to be unskilled in martial arts. Unfortunately, their previous footwork, positioning, and emergency reactions and movements had already revealed that they were not farmers, but rather members of a standing army. Otherwise, they could never have reacted as they had just witnessed.

Regardless of whether the elves were pretending or not, the Wolfbone Master Hunter directly used magic to control all of them.

“I’ve been researching Phantom Archers lately, and you can choose not to tell the truth so I can use you as test subjects to see if my research is on the right track.” The Wolfbone Master Hunter casually made a gesture, and two henchmen stepped forward, grabbed an elf, and tore open his clothes, revealing his arm.

"These are seeds from a parasitic plant I cultivated myself. I don't know which is stronger, the one you use or not. But I think we'll find out soon enough, won't we?" With a dagger, the Wolfbone Master Hunter sliced ​​open the elf's arm, and amidst the elves' horrified gazes, he took out a twisted and ominous seed and pressed it into the wound on the elf's arm.

The moment the seed touched the elf's flesh, it sprouted instantly. From within the seed grew tiny hunting vines that burrowed into the elf's flesh, spreading relentlessly. From his arm upwards, all the way to his torso, limbs, every finger—countless vines surged wildly across his skin, and the agony caused his screams to echo throughout the entire prison.

Soon, the vines twisted and broke his bones. Amidst the cracking sounds of bones breaking, the unfortunate elf became contorted. As his skin could no longer accommodate so many vines, many of them broke through the soil and wrapped around the elf's body.

Even though its brain, internal organs, and penis were all devoured by the vines, the spirit did not die; it could only wail there.

Upon seeing this, the elves, guards, the two followers who had come with the Wolfbone Master Hunter, and the tree spirit priest were all somewhat frightened. However, after carefully examining the twisted vine spirit, the Wolfbone Master Hunter said, "The effect isn't very ideal. Is it because of the blood type?"

His insane remarks, which disregarded the elf's suffering and focused solely on research, terrified the remaining elf 'farmers'. However, that wasn't the most frightening part; what truly horrified them was his next sentence.

"Next!"

Upon hearing that the Wolfbone Master Hunter intended to try again and had produced yet another seed, the elven 'farmers' were immediately terrified and hurriedly said, "We are not farmers, we are soldiers of the Bloodleaf Guard of the capital of Aifa! We have important intelligence, you can't treat us like this!"

Upon seeing this, both attendants looked at Wolfbone Hunter, as if waiting for some command.

But the Wolfbone Master Hunter shook his head, shattering the hopes of these elven 'farmers' with just a few words.

"I think you don't know what I want, do you? I'll tell you, I want you to deny it to the death. That way, my experiment can continue. So no matter what you say, you are all my experimental subjects."

Upon hearing this, the elven 'farmers' were immediately alarmed. The Wolfbone Master Hunter hadn't come to interrogate them at all; instead, he had come to find a few unimportant prisoners to conduct experiments on. Such a person was far too dangerous, so the elven 'farmers' hurriedly shouted and screamed, fearing they would suffer the same fate as their unfortunate companion.

"Help!! We are officers!! We are not civilians!! Help!!"