Your Majesty's money, why don't you engrave my name on it?

"Now, it's your turn to die!"

Chapter 354 The Entanglement in the Forest

A drop of blood stained the white expanse before Raslaufer, like a flower in full bloom.

And red flowers naturally need to be paired with green leaves.

The next instant, even Zorian's world, with his eyes closed, inevitably turned green, but it wasn't the green of leaves, but the green of infernal fire!

"kill--!"

Raslaufer's roar nearly shattered the martial arts master's eardrums. He horrifiedly pressed his scimitar down, but all he got in response was the screeching sound of Dople's radius bone. Even though his final strike was so sudden, it still failed to hit Raslaufer's vitals!

What he didn't know was that if his strike had been a fraction of a second slower, he wouldn't have even managed to injure Raslaufer; instead, he would have struck the sword the latter had raised!

However, it's too late to say all this now. Years of training have enabled Zorrian to open his eyes before the flash of light has completely faded. However, what he sees is not only the rolling flames, but also a line of blade light hidden within, heading straight for his face.

That blade of light also came from hell.

The Evans family's martial arts master tilted his head, a subtle movement that avoided vital points, giving himself another opportunity to attack. As flames engulfed him and his sword sliced ​​through his shoulder blade, his scimitar struck Raslaufer once more.

However, Doples was even faster than him.

Within the same timeframe, Raslaufer flipped the greatsword in his right hand and plunged it into the ground. As the sword deflected, he swung it back at Zorian's head and smashed it down towards the greatsword branch in his arms!

With a muffled thud, Zorrian felt as if a dye shop had opened before his eyes, with reds, greens, golds, and blacks all rushing out at once, but he no longer had a chance to distinguish them. As his next strike, which was inches away, was slid to the side by his opponent's armor, the dark elf's head tilted forward again, and one of his eye sockets slammed heavily into the counterweight in front of him.

Once, twice, three times... Raslaufer lost count of how many times he repeated the action. But as his vision returned to normal, and he pressed his increasingly light head against his chest again, he heard the sound of a skull cracking.

Not the front, but the back of the head.

“Heh…” Dobler stood up unsteadily, leaning on the hilt of the sword that had pierced the elf’s head. He looked around and felt that a lot of darkness around him was slowly receding—were those his companions?

Unbeknownst to Raslaufer, he moved Zorrian's corpse aside—this guy, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, had a lot of dirty tricks up his sleeve and was quite skilled. If their weapons and armor were replaced with those of someone like him or Amansa, the outcome would likely be uncertain.

Unfortunately, in life-or-death battles, there are always "what ifs," but how many "what ifs" are there? Countless dangers lurked on the battlefield, yet in the end, it was still him, Raslaufer, who stood here.

Dobul slowly regulated his breathing, trying to slow the bleeding from his wounds. Among his companions were spellcasters capable of healing injuries; although his body looked somewhat wretched, he was far from death.

When he looked down at his right arm, he found that the recovery speed of this injury was far beyond his expectations—at least he could no longer see the bone that had been slashed.

Is this the power of the devil?

If possible, Raslaufer really wanted to rest a little longer, but a sudden clap of thunder from the distant woods made his expression change.

Having heard it so many times, even someone who knows nothing about music could recognize that it was the thunderous sound produced by the matte played by the poet Daisy!

What happened to them? And Daisy actually wanted to fight in close combat? What are Dahl and his mercenary group doing?!

A series of questions surfaced in his mind, making Leslaufer's breathing quicken, and he could no longer steal a moment of peace.

Just as Dubul transformed into a gust of foul wind and hurried back along the path he had come from, the dense forest on the other side had completely turned into a chaotic battlefield. Although Dahl's mercenary group had many members, they could not perform at seven or eight tenths of their strength under the constraints of this environment. They could only break into small groups and get caught up in the melee with limited mutual support.

Their enemies, however, seemed quite adept at this kind of fighting.

The old mercenary strode forward, using the impact of his shield to knock the little creature wearing a comical red hat to the ground. Two spearmen beside him immediately followed, their spears swung together to send the red hat back into the fairy wilderness.

But before they could even catch their breath, a dark figure pounced on Dahl's back like a ghost.

Thunder rumbled in everyone's ears. As Daisy put down her violin, the dark-skinned, pointy-eared assassin vanished again in a disheveled state, awaiting his next opportunity to attack.

"Thank you, little girl!" Dahl, whose brains seemed to be churning under the thunder, roared in a voice that he could barely make out, "But why aren't you using your sword?!"

"That's not guaranteed!" Daisy said with a long face. "I struggle to even kill a fish with a kitchen knife, and I didn't study advanced mathematics in college! Grandpa, you expect me to use both of those skills at the same time?"

"This thing works the best!"

Dahl had no chance of understanding what the poet was rambling on about, but fortunately, he didn't have the time to think about it. Around them, malevolent goblins and dark elves lurked in the dark forest, ready to pounce and tear them apart at the slightest opening.

However, despite the dire situation, Dahl believed that the scales of victory were still tipped in their favor.

"Hold on! Hold the line! Victory will be ours!" The mercenaries heard the encouragement of their lions. "These are just vermin that can't stand the light of day! They'll all be gone when the sun rises!"

With only about an hour until dawn, this hope energized the mercenaries, who showed no sign of backing down even when facing the frightening monsters and goblins from those terrifying stories.

It's only been an hour, what's that? They're the ones with the majority!

Not to mention those little fairies who aren't even as tall as their waists—can they even be considered "one"? They're only half! By that calculation, their advantage is even greater!

Vondar Bancho couldn't hear the soldiers' thoughts, otherwise, who knows what he would have thought. However, the dwarf was currently guarding Angelita's side, fighting wits with a malevolent goblin wielding a poisoned needle, and probably didn't have time to think about this.

These harmful individuals are after them. Even with Dahl's mercenary group shielding them from much of the pressure, enemies still manage to launch sneak attacks whenever they find an opening.

But these are just minor figures.

After an attack, Angelita returned to a defensive stance, looking up to see two pairs of purple eyes gleaming in the forest.

It seems they came specifically for me.

Chapter 355 Sword Stolen

“That’s the sword,” Lillendra nodded slightly to her daughter. “Add another team and find two more people to get rid of those pesky feathered lizards.”

"If these women were of our kind, they would either be our powerful allies or our lifelong enemies. It's a pity they are just a few humans."

"Do you want to take it with you?" Sylvia asked.

"Kill them."

Two dark elf priestesses observed the entire battle with detached indifference, assessing its course. While the loss of a versatile orc ally had its advantages, the elves were also deeply involved in the fight, none of them having had the opportunity to stand with the mother and daughter. This meant they couldn't immediately track the sword's movements.

It will surely belong to them.

The Matriarch's plan was executed swiftly, and the situation was much better than expected. Black Claw quickly fell for the enemy's lure and followed closely behind, and even Bella was drawn to it amidst the chaos of the battlefield, straying from the group.

They remained involved in the battle, but the dark elves didn't need to send these "obstacles" away like that dangerous man; it was enough that they weren't the first to sense the danger and rush back to provide support. Lilindra and Sylvia exchanged a glance, and the next second, they both vanished from their spot.

Their movements were mixed in with those of their own kind, and even the frequency of their advances and retreats was not different. In such chaos, they were almost impossible to detect. But when Lilindra looked at the girl holding the long sword, her heart skipped a beat.

She found them? That's not a big deal. But... why does she feel so uneasy?

What did she overlook?

But things have come to this point, and there's no turning back now.

Lillindra steeled herself and summoned another pair of dark elves as smoke, charging towards the three ahead of them.

Feng Dahl was locked in fierce combat with the fairy and was helpless in the face of the sudden turn of events. Meanwhile, Marie, who was beside Angrita, suddenly moved and precisely blocked the attack of one of the male dark elves before he could make a move.

According to the habits of the Corazonde swordsmanship, Mary should have stepped back to observe after the first strike. However, another male elf made a move to rush towards Angrita, which made her unable to sit idly by. When she made another move, she was stopped by the two assassins.

A whip-like shadow slithered through the night like a venomous snake, silently biting towards Angrita's neck. This weapon, bestowed by the goddess, was coated with deadly poison; a mere touch would be enough to make even the strongest warrior bow before Matron Evans.

However, Angelita had no intention of letting the thing come into contact with her.

With a loud "snap," the poisonous whip struck the shield formed by the long poem of the Guardian. Lilindra quickly created distance, while Sylvia, holding a pair of strange daggers with hooked ends, reached out towards Angrita's wrist.

Without a doubt, these daggers were also coated with poison.

"Despicable!" the girl sneered. Shouzhi Changshi transformed into a longsword once more, deflecting the insidious double daggers. In her other hand, a flame suddenly erupted, scorching Lilindra on the other side.

Although the latter knew the secret of the weapon's ability to transform, she did not expect that Angelita would actually use magic. Nevertheless, she still lightly took to the air just before being engulfed by the flames, her whole body floating in the air as if she had grown a pair of invisible wings, and once again unleashed a deadly underhanded move towards the girl.

Although the dark elves and fairies were outnumbered by humans, Lilindra's manipulation created a situation where they outnumbered the humans in some areas, and even two against one. With the weapons wielded by the mother and daughter being exceptionally deadly, Angrita, despite her careful maneuvering, was ultimately outnumbered. In a moment of carelessness, her longsword was hooked by a pair of daggers from Sylvia, forcibly pulled from her hand, and taken away.

"Give me back my sword!"

Angelita was both shocked and furious. A musket immediately appeared in her hand, and the gunshot and flash almost simultaneously enveloped Sylvia's head and face. However, Angelita noticed a faint blackish-purple light passing over her face, which actually blocked the shot.

“We poison the weapons, you carry a musket on your belt, we’re even,” Sylvia’s laughter came easily after the gunshot. “Much easier than I thought, little girl.”

"Keep your gun and your life, and we'll take this sword!"

This sword? Angelita's heart skipped a beat.

From beginning to end, their goal was that sword? They not only misjudged who their opponent was, but they also completely misunderstood the opponent's intentions!

But what if the other party is targeting me...

Angrita dropped her musket and instead gripped the Owl Bear Warhammer she had used before, continuing her attack. However, this time it was the other side who had no will to fight. Lilindra swung her long whip, which was covered in venomous fangs, forcing Angrita to retreat. At the same time, the dark elf mother and daughter also retreated rapidly into the depths of the forest.

Just as they were about to successfully disappear there, an unexpected figure blocked their way.

It was a gray-skinned orc riding a burly, shifting beast, looking coldly at Lilindra and Sylvia.

"The Edge of the Edge? You've come at the perfect time!" The matriarch of the Evans family chuckled sweetly. "We've succeeded! Quickly, help us hold them off!"

Although Lillindra said this, her purple eyes, which were not afraid of the sunlight, were as cold as ice, and she also gripped her long whip tightly in her hand.

Why did this orc hunter have to come out at this particular time? What good intentions could he possibly have?

Seeing the two about to reach the orc, Lilindra didn't hesitate any longer. She lashed out with her long whip, slashing like a blade towards the orc's head. The divinely bestowed whip was indeed extraordinary; slicing through the orc's skull was as easy as cutting through air—

It really hit the air!

In the forest, a dense rain of arrows suddenly shot towards the dark elf who had attacked first but missed. Almost at the same time, a raging fire suddenly broke out in the forest that had been shrouded in darkness, burning the projections of the arrows as well!

"You're insane!" Sylvia roared, her eyes wide, as she frantically used a pair of daggers to deflect the flying arrows. The longsword was a creation of the surface elves, blessed by the gods; in the hands of Lolth's followers, it was no different from an iron rod, and only when offered to Lolth could it realize its unique value.

However, now, the orc is clearly going to take away even its only home!

Chapter 356 Chaos

"That orc is insane!"

As Feng Zhifeng leaped out of the burning forest, the fairies shouted, "If you want to eat someone else's food, then eat someone else's food! Why did you have to burn the forest?"

“If I let you guys disappear into the forest, I won’t have anywhere to look for you, not to mention…” The orc hunter leaped off the back of his animal companion, and together with the Displacement Beast Gloves, he blocked one of the dark elves. “I don’t have time to play hide-and-seek with you!”

"Hand over the sword!"

"How dare you disobey Lolth's orders!" Lilindra's eyes nearly spit fire. This orc dared to pull such a stunt at this moment—it seemed these people coming here were all his doing! "Do you want to spend the rest of your life turned into a spider?"

The orc sneered, raising his palm. The single blood-red eye in his palm immediately locked onto Sylvia, who was carrying the epic poem of the Guardian: "The Destroyer is here!"

"Fine! We're here to die, and you're already fighting amongst yourselves!" A goblin-like creature, seemingly a hybrid of a goat and a human, shoved aside the mercenaries in front of him, brandishing a short sword and yelling, "Who doesn't want that sword? We're not doing this anymore—long live Skerritt!"

"Bullshit! I'm offering it to the Queen of Darkness!"

"Keep dreaming, you fools of the Twilight Kingdom! Queen Titania is the one who deserves it!"

"Anyway, we won't give them to spiders or orcs!"

The mercenaries and Angelita and the others stared in disbelief at the sudden turn of events. The fairies quickly abandoned their opponents and rushed towards the hidden dark elves, while the rest charged straight at the three humans and one beast who were still locked in combat.

Even more chaotic than the chaos itself is the fact that these fairies are not of one mind. They are not a single race, and while fairies of different races are attacking each other, fairies of the same race are also starting to fight amongst themselves—perhaps because of those two queens.

"What...what happened?" Daisy stared in disbelief at the chaotic scene before her. "This is like the Crusades!"

"Chaos! What an absurd and ridiculous scene!" Zheng Ling's gloating voice rang out. "But it is precisely on such treacherous ground that the flower of order can bloom!"

"Why did you snatch the sword back? What are you standing there for!"

"Annie!" Daisy, as if waking from a dream, immediately called to her companions, while Dahl beside her began to gather his mercenaries together. This sudden chaos was like a timely rain after a long drought for them; the battle group quickly regrouped and crushed the scattered enemies around them without any further hindrance!

Angelita and the others quickly regrouped. However, the dark elves and orcs were clearly much more cautious than the fairies. When they began to try to counterattack, a large number of dark elf assassins began to try to stop them. Meanwhile, Lilindra and her daughter, along with the orc Feng, fought their way deeper into the forest.

But the fire started.

“You stupid thing, as brainless as your god!” Lilindra shouted angrily. “Get out of here, there’s still time!”

"In time? You'd better hide underground again," the orc sneered, showing no sign of backing down. "Hand over your swords, that's when you'll truly have a chance to make it!"

"You are no match for us, how dare you spout such nonsense?!"

The orc deftly dodged the deadly fang: "While I'm no match for you, I'm enough to hold you off!"

"I am all alone, what does it matter if I die? But you, heh, are you prepared to abandon your families and be buried with me here?"

So that's what he was planning!

The two priestesses of the Evans family were immediately filled with shock and anger: "You understand nothing! What difference does it make whether you live or die if you can't please the Queen! You're talking nonsense!"

"Since that's the case..." the orc hunter sneered, "then we'll have to settle this with our skills."

"Priests? We have them too!"

Alarm bells rang in Lillindra's mind. With a gust of wind whistling past her ears, she narrowly avoided the sneak attack from the side with incredible flexibility. A quick glance revealed a glowing battle axe, unwielded by anyone, which, after missing its target, was slashing down at Sylvia in mid-air!

"Mother, look!" The eldest daughter knocked the battle axe aside, but her gaze fell on the firelight not far away, where three figures were hunched over, all of them seemingly casting spells.

Before the two women could react, two more magical blades rose into the air and attacked mercilessly. Only then did they see by the firelight that the three were all orcs, each with only one eye!