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

The Eye of G'Ush! The name immediately came to mind for Evans's mistress. Only those orcs who slay elves and sacrifice their bodies to the Destroyer receive such a gift!

This so-called "Feng Zhi Feng" keeps calling himself a lone wolf, what a load of rubbish! He's just a lackey and a confidant of those three priests!

No wonder this guy is so fearless!

"Fine, fine, fine!" Lilindra practically spat out the words through gritted teeth. "I never imagined I'd be tricked by you orcs!"

Is this also part of the goddess's test? If she doesn't see through this trick, even if she succeeds in the end, her evaluation probably won't be very high... not to mention now, how much hope do they have of succeeding?

“You elves are always proud and arrogant,” the orc hunter chuckled. “Whether it’s Corellon or Lolth, they’re all the same.”

"So, it's not actually that hard to completely fool you."

"Don't be too happy yet, do you really think we're underground dwarfs!" Such words were a great insult to the elves. The matriarch sneered, and her heterochromatic eyes suddenly lit up.

The orc hunter felt his body stiffen, as if countless threads had sprung up out of thin air, binding him tightly in place. Even though the three Eyes of G'Ush behind him managed to free him in time, when he was able to stand freely again, everything in front of him turned pitch black, as if he had been poisoned.

A dark, uncertain light emanated from Lillindra's hand; a single glance could evoke countless painful memories of one's life: "So what if you're proud?"

"Those confused fairies did hold back my people, but there's still one person. Did you forget to include him in your tiny orc brain?"

"That martial arts master." Feng Zhifeng's pupils constricted instantly. Of course, he hadn't forgotten him; he had even been observing him during his repeated attacks on Dubul. However, in his opinion, even if Zorian had won that match, he should have been seriously injured. Could it be... that he possessed some unknown healing power?

Instinctively, the orc turned his head to look in the direction where Raslaufer and Zorian were fighting. It was now a sea of ​​fire, but in the middle of it, there was a tall figure slowly but steadily approaching.

Is it that martial arts master...?

Chapter 357 Enemies and Allies

"Do not……"

As the figure drew closer, Lillindra's eyes widened in disbelief. She had a clear understanding of her brother's strength, but precisely because of that, she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Dark elves have their own unique craftsmanship, and they almost never abandon their own race's equipment in favor of others, let alone... how could Zorrian, who is skilled with scimitars, be dragging around a two-handed greatsword?

He failed; he couldn't hold off that man. But where is he now?

“Elves, orcs…” As Leslaufer walked, the group finally heard him mutter, “Well done, well done.”

"This is—"

“Yes, it’s him,” the orc hunter cautiously pushed aside and returned to the three Eyes of G'Ush, whispering a reminder, “He’s the one who killed that Grey Bag Beast.”

The beast had many other wounds, but it was hard to imagine that the most fatal blow was not the sword that ripped half of its head off.

“He doesn’t look well,” one of the Eyes of Ghush said, scrutinizing Dubler with his single eye. “He’s just a mortal after all; he doesn’t deserve it.”

"No, wait..." The orc hunter tried to stop his companion, but it was too late.

The priest moved his finger, and the magic-constructed battle axe immediately moved, abandoning the two dark elves in front of him and instead slashing towards Leslaufer.

Everyone present was a spellcaster, so an ordinary warrior should naturally be among the few excluded.

However, a magic battle axe alone is clearly not enough; in fact, it falls far short.

"Clang!" Raslaufer swung his greatsword and easily knocked the man aside. With a battle roar from the warrior in the firelight, the heavy body turned around and charged straight at the four orcs!

good chance!

Lilindra and Sylvia exchanged a glance, and the two dark elf priests immediately spread out in unison, attempting to launch a three-pronged attack on the orcs under Dobler's cover.

This change surprised Raslaufer somewhat, since he understood that these dark-skinned elves and orcs should be working together.

Shooting? Infighting? Who cares!

Since someone is helping, that would be the best!

Two magical weapons slashed at him, but they were no match for the blade in Dobler's hand. Amidst the exploding sparks, Raslaufer was already right in front of the orc.

"Back off!" With a shout from the beastman, several red strings appeared out of thin air, attempting to bind Reslaufer's limbs and force him backward. However, from their perspective, several spirits appeared out of thin air around Reslaufer, taking the magical restraints in his place.

"What is that!" one of the Eyes of Gruush exclaimed in surprise, turning to look at Feng, who was fighting with Sylvia. "You didn't mention this!"

"If I knew everything, what would be the point of having you all!" the hunter roared angrily, whipping up a clump of thorns to block the priestess in front of him.

"Don't think that just because you're blind in one eye you can ride roughshod over me!"

Another Eye of Gruush cursed, though it was unclear who he was cursing at. However, it was obvious that the target was soon Leslaufer, because they were surprised to find that although they had three people and three spirit weapons, they seemed to be unable to do anything to him!

Raslaufer once again swung his greatsword, the heavy blade slamming into the orcs' raised shields, causing the two behind him to stumble back a step. Taking advantage of the cover, another priest thrust his spear, only to have it grabbed by the tip by his opponent!

"A spear?" Leslaufer's smile grew even more sinister.

He has spent his whole life dealing with shields and spears of all lengths!

"Get over here!"

An irresistible force was transmitted from the spear to the orc's body. Before the Eye of G'Ush could do anything else, the upper half of his body, clad in ring armor, was caught under Raslaufer's arm.

The so-called ring armor was simply several iron bands wrapped around leather armor, effective only for defending against sword and blade strikes. Now, with the orc trapped by Leslaufer, it felt as if another layer of iron bands had been placed over it, but this band was different from the others—

It's alive, it's tightening!

"Huff, huff..." The orc's breathing quickly became labored, his eyes almost bulging out, and his entire chest was contracting! He was about to run out of breath!

"save……"

As the last bit of air was exhaled from his lungs, his claws and teeth futilely tore at the mercenary's steel shell. Raslaufer gripped the middle of the greatsword with one hand, parrying both spears at the same time. At the same time, he exerted force with his arm, and even the two dark elves not far away heard the sound of bones cracking!

"Damn it—" Lillindra's eyes widened in horror, even the movement of the displaced beast in front of her slowed down a beat. They all watched in astonishment as the orc was casually tossed to the ground by Raslauver like a rag doll, unable to move an inch—he had been crushed to death there!

"Lilindra! Do you want to end up like her?!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Feng Zhifeng immediately shouted, "Why don't we kill him together!"

"Withdraw your hand first!" the young matriarch replied, but then lashed out with her whip again. The shifting beast in front of her couldn't dodge in time and had its hind leg cut by the venomous fangs at the tip of the whip, letting out a scream and collapsing to the ground.

"you!"

"The Evans family only allies with the strong!" Lilindra sneered, then raised her voice towards Leslaufer, "Man! All the misunderstandings between us are caused by these grey-skinned (orcs)! Kill them first, and we can talk about the rest!"

"A misunderstanding?" Leslaufer dismissed it dismissively, but was pleased to have these two elves on his side. "Fine! As long as you can kill your opponent!"

"Lilindra! You stupid woman!" Feng Zhifeng exclaimed in shock and anger, "You—"

The dark elf's eyes reflected the raging forest fires set ablaze by the other party, yet a look of pure glee filled his gaze: "This is all your own fault!"

"Don't you want to win Rose's favor?!"

The Displaced Beast collapsed from poison, putting the Orc Hunter at a disadvantage. When an opening appeared in front of Sylvia, he rushed forward impatiently, but the illusion in front of him suddenly shattered, and he felt pain in both shoulders at the same time. Looking down, he saw that the two barbed daggers had pierced his shoulders without him even noticing.

The long whip came flying through the air like a venomous snake. The orc cried out, and four bloody gashes appeared on his face. Paralysis and darkness immediately enveloped him, causing him to sink deeper and deeper.

Lilindra coiled her whip, a cold smile playing on her lips, and stood before the orc's cooling corpse: "Then you don't need to worry about that."

Chapter 358 A Firm Stance

Raslaufer was seriously injured after all. Although killing an orc on the spot had been quite a deterrent, he was also somewhat exhausted. The two Eyes of Gruul were able to survive for a while because of this.

Unfortunately, the two dark elves had no intention of joining forces with them anymore. Lilindra raised her chin slightly, and Sylvia immediately rushed over. After a few moves, the orcs were all hit. Under the dark elves' unique poison, they were full of openings and were easily beheaded by Leslaufer.

Without even glancing at the two headless corpses bleeding profusely, Dubler plunged his greatsword into the ground, and his icy blue eyes immediately turned to the pair of dark elves.

“This is really…” Sylvia’s eyes gleamed with undisguised brilliance. “When you rushed over just now, you looked like you were about to collapse, but now you’re actually more energetic?”

"Man, just like my mother said, this is all a misunderstanding. How about we call it quits? Sit down and talk. After we've talked... you've certainly never tasted the sweet spring from underground, have you?"

Even if Leslaufer didn't understand the implications of her words, the fact that she was posing and preening among the corpses was enough to show her intentions.

“Sylvia,” Lilindra cracked her whip in the air, “when you are the mistress—”

Before she could finish speaking, her daughter immediately dodged to the side, and almost simultaneously, a fire arrow vanished into thin air where she had been standing.

Turning around, they saw Angelita and the others running towards them. The girl in the lead had the entire forest fire reflected in her eyes, and her anger was clearly at its peak.

They stole her sword, and now they want to steal her too! A bunch of shady, shrewish people, how dare they be so presumptuous!

"Uncle Reslaufer! How are you?" Angelita rushed over and hugged Reslaufer tightly. "I'm so glad you're alright... These guys tried to kill us!"

Raslaufer raised his hand and patted the girl's back, gently pushing her aside. With a slight turn of his other hand, the greatsword on the ground immediately rose up again.

These two are stronger than the orcs, but with everyone else around, killing them... wouldn't be difficult.

"Hey! You brat, how dare you spout such nonsense!" Sylvia quickly sheathed her dagger and turned to show the Long Sword of Will to Raslaufer. "Listen, we only want this sword. If we really wanted to kill her, she would be dead already!"

"Besides, who do you think you are? Killing you would only dirty my hands!"

Once you know "what she is," you won't think that way anymore.

Seeing Angelita's pupils dilate with rage, everyone turned their heads away, pretending not to know what had happened.

This girl's background is extraordinary. Unlike her daughter, who is slightly better at talking, Lillendra observed everyone's reactions and silently noted down her deductions.

"Gentlemen, since we don't need to resort to violence for now, could we take a look around?" Just as everyone was at a stalemate, Bella offered a timely solution. "Who started this fire? We need to put it out first!"

"Whether it's life or the sword, at least the forest is innocent!"

“Make those goblins and your minions stop, dark elves,” von Dahl added in a deep voice. “If you’re going to talk, then you need to be sincere—though I don’t quite believe you have that kind of thing.”

“That’s because your perspective is too ‘low.’ After all, dwarves are only this tall,” Sylvia said, her tongue clearly inherited from her mother. “My answer is, yes.”

"By the way, this fire has nothing to do with us; it was entirely the fault of these orcs. They thought they could reap the benefits without lifting a finger, but they ended up losing their lives instead—they deserved it."

On the other side, Dahl's mercenary group had completely gained the upper hand, so when asked to stop, they were the ones who were rather reluctant. However, since Leslaufer was the employer on this mission, the old mercenary had no choice but to restrain his men and let the dark elves and fairies retreat to find water to put out the fire.

“You… tsk,” Lilindra looked speechlessly at the still self-righteous fairies, the words stuck in her throat, “Why did you cooperate with a bunch of fairies in the first place?”

"Because we come from Corazonde!" "To avenge that wretched, treacherous Elf King!" the elves immediately began to shout. However, their opinions were quickly ignored by the others.

After the forest fire was extinguished, although it appeared to be a three-way deal, the fairies were quickly sidelined because they couldn't reach a consensus, leaving only the dark elves standing opposite Leslaufer and the others.

It was only then that Leslaufer finally understood the whole story.

"So... there is no orc army, and you don't necessarily have to kill anyone?"

“Well,” Lilindra shrugged, “the orcs are just those four corpses as you can see, and if anyone has to die, it’s naturally them.”

“Patrick has really given us a tough time,” Daisy said, looking longingly at the longsword in Sylvia’s hand. “I mean, shouldn’t you hand over the sword first? Aren’t you tired of dragging this out? Or are you just going to run away if things don’t go well?”

“Are you calling us cowards?” Lillendra snorted. “The Evans family has moved here now, so even if we wanted to run away, we have nowhere to go. But if you really run away, we won’t have time to chase you.”

"Enough with the nonsense, name your price for this sword. To get it, our bottom line will be far beyond your imagination."

Gold, silver, jewels, favors... as long as this sword can be sacrificed to Rose and the goddess is satisfied with the Evans family, whatever is sacrificed this time will surely be rewarded in the future.

“Excuse me, give me back my sword.” However, to her surprise, Angelita’s attitude was unusually firm: “This sword is very important to me, and I will not sell it for any price.”

"Your Highness, actually..." Mary couldn't help but lean close to Angrita's ear and whisper, "The Dark Elves definitely have many things that don't exist on the surface. Trading with them would definitely not be a loss, and it would also prevent them from continuing..."

It's not the theft itself that's scary, but the fact that the thief has his eye on you. This applies everywhere, and that's exactly what Mary meant.

However, Angelita's attitude toward this was crystal clear:

"Excuse me, everyone, I'd like to reiterate: no matter the price, I will not sell!"

If you cut the longsword today, won't you be cutting Uncle Raslaw tomorrow?! Not for sale!

Chapter 359 God's Will

"Not a single thing to discuss?" Sylvia couldn't help but narrow her eyes. It was quite rare for a dark elf woman to be rejected like this in her long life. "Young lady, what if I could... make concessions elsewhere?"

Angelita rolled her eyes: She's sixteen! Does she not know whether there's any truth to that? Using that as leverage? Dream on!

“I’m sorry, but if my employer isn’t willing to discuss this, I’m afraid no one can make this decision.” When Lillendra looked at him, Leslaufer leaned back slightly.

"Now, give us back our swords. If you insist, then you'll have to pay with your lives."

"With your life?" Seeing Leslaufer stand up, Lilindra immediately shook her head. "Man, you still know too little about us. If risking your life really could buy anything, what good would it do even if you agreed?"

The question is, is it possible?

“You two, fine.” Angelita immediately spoke, nearly choking the dark elf opposite her.

"...What's the point if we die and the Evans family has no successor?" Although it sounded like he was swallowing his words, it was the truth for this young family. "Even if we risk our lives, as long as there is one member of the family still alive, it can be considered that we have not done our best to fulfill the gods' requirements."

"For the family, this is also a catastrophe."

The dark elf families, not favored by Lolth, are nothing more than playthings for other families, not to mention that now that they have migrated to the surface, without the blessings of the gods, the scorching sun overhead alone can make them wish they were dead.

"Then just let your gods know you can't do it, right?" Bella curled her lip. The druid knew, of course, that was almost impossible. Rose wasn't Adas; it was nearly impossible to bargain with the spider goddess.

Even for those believers who have received his favor in the past, this is essentially no different from borrowing money at exorbitant interest rates, and may even be worse.