Elf Story from Another World

Chapter 58

"It's really a heavy rain." In the forest, a soldier wearing armor patted his armor and wanted to shake the water out. During this time, he complained as much as possible: "It's just a piece of cake." It’s a bulky thing, now it’s fine, I can’t think of how to fight just by carrying it.”

"Keep your voice down, those stunted animals have very good hearing." The soldier in front of him stretched his hand over his shoulder and made a silent gesture.

"Yes, the opponent is that kind of thing." The guy behind continued without realizing it: "How can we win?"

"Can win."

"Why do you say that?"

"You just need to believe that we can win, no reason is needed."

"I understand, I understand." The person behind spat, and the filth was washed away by the rain before it hit the ground: "But we can't come back."

The soldier in front of him finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and punched the former's helmet, causing it to roll on the ground.

"Captain, don't be angry, that's what Da Zhuang is." Another soldier next to him quickly took a step forward and stopped in front of the man called Da Zhuang.

"Hill, don't always protect him." The captain turned around and said, "If you don't change these bad habits, you will die sooner or later."

"Who knows if it will be this time?" The knocked down man slowly got up and rejected Xiao Xi's plan to help him: "If you can go back alive, I will treat you to a drink."

The man known as Hill Soldier was far less exaggerated than those two men, but he was by no means thin. Seriously, how can a thin guy be able to travel fifty kilometers wearing this kind of armor weighing more than thirty kilograms?

"Yes, I'll have a good drink then, just try hard and don't die." Xiao Xi nodded to him and turned to look behind her.

This is a marching team. Soldiers wearing armor maintain a marching formation, leaving gaps between each other while quickly forming defenses.

The number of people in this team is 503. Apart from the captain and his two adjutants, Da Zhuang, this is a full team of 500 people.

And this is just the vanguard. Behind them, a large number of soldiers have gathered and are slowly moving forward.

All this is to regain the "sacred remains".

It was a sacred object enshrined in the Federation's Parliament Hall, the legendary bones of a god. There are even nationwide festivals held because of it.

But during the holy meeting held once every ten years, they discovered that the "holy bones" were missing.

It shouldn't be said that it was lost, or even stolen.

In just one night, the entire interior of the palace was severely damaged. There were corpses of soldiers everywhere on the ground. Even Lim, known as the guardian of the kingdom, was seriously injured. Seeing that the entire palace was full of traces of magic, you can imagine what kind of battle it was. .

The final result should be that it was robbed.

The reason why he was not discovered that night was probably because he used spiritual spells to shield him, and then brazenly attacked the heavily guarded palace.

All kinds of phenomena point to the culprit of this disaster, because except for elves, there are no creatures that can do this.

This was directly regarded as a declaration of war, so they gathered a large number of high-quality troops with excellent equipment in a short period of time in order to regain the sacred objects and defend their glory.

Hill thought this way, and suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. He subconsciously turned his head and half-crouched, and moved the shield tied to his arm to the side.

Sting, the armor on the back of his neck sparkled with fiery sparks, and the dazzling red light flashed away in the darkness.

At the same time, he felt a burning pain in his neck, which was the burn caused by the sparks burning through the gaps in the armor.

"Enemy attack" Hill shouted these words loudly while suppressing the fear in his heart.

This is such a terrifying skill. On a night with storms and showers, he was aiming at the gap between the helmet and the armor. He even managed to avoid it and predicted his current position.

If he hadn't reacted a little faster than that guy, his cervical spine would have been penetrated by now.

Even before the war started, I had a high estimate of those guys hiding in the darkness, but I still didn't expect that I still underestimated those guys.

The next second, several guards holding large shields rushed up and surrounded him, with their shields facing outward. The formation behind gathered, the archers inside getting ready.

But this is of no use, because as long as there is a little bit of skin leaking out, it will be penetrated by the bow and arrow without any accident. Those arrows whizzing by seemed to have eyes, and they rarely made mistakes.

Red blood spurted out from the wound, flowing silently. As expected of a soldier of his own team, he wouldn't scream in agony even if his wrists were torn to pieces.

Hill forced himself not to look back at those things. He turned his head and tried his best to force himself to see clearly what was hidden inside.

"Prepare to charge." Suddenly the captain in front stood up and gave the order, waving his dagger.

Any further delay would be a pointless waste. Even the elves on the move would not be able to guarantee such accuracy in the heavy rain.

But his order was like giving it to the other party. Before his team could move, suddenly dozens of guys in cloaks rushed out of the grass. They were as fast as ghosts, and their daggers could even split the rain curtain when they passed by.

Just as the captain was about to meet the enemy, a bow and arrow penetrated his feet and nailed him to the ground.

"Killing" Da Zhuang is the first to bear the brunt of this attack. Although it keeps saying depressing words, he is always the first to get up in this situation.

He was holding a giant ax in his hand. This armor-piercing weapon could easily split the armor on the elf and tear its body apart.

But the elf in front of him didn't even slow down. When he got in front of him, he used a beautiful sliding shovel to avoid the axe, and at the same time thrust the dagger through the gap in the armor. The blood on the sharp dagger was like a trickle, and when it was pulled out, it splashed out and spread in the air like red mist.

Da Zhuang wanted to fight back with the ax handle, but the guy rushed up against his body like a snake, grabbed his helmet, pierced the dagger directly through his neck and swung it upward. The helmet was pushed off, the big head was split in half, and red blood mixed with white brains spurted out like a blooming flower.

Hill didn't have time to mourn for his friend, he bumped into him with his shield up, directly hitting the body that was still falling. His body is tall and strong, and even his armor is heavier than that of a normal person. At this time, he fell like a falling rock, and it would be uncomfortable for anyone who was hit.

However, the guy retreated faster. He took a step back, and the huge body slowly fell down while gushing blood.

The elf raised his head and prepared his body for the next dash in a short period of time. The moment the disgusting piece of meat fell, he would dash out and then use a violent attack to kill the guy in front of him.

However, what he saw through the protective mask was not eyes full of fear, but a black muzzle.

The elf was stunned for a moment. He collected all the memories related to this thing, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

This cost him his best chance of hiding.

"Go to hell," Hill whispered, and pulled the trigger.

The fire flashed away, and the elf in front of him fell on his back. Even if you are wearing a protective steel mask, being hit by a bullet will cause you to lose consciousness due to the concussion.

Hill picked up the dagger he had thrown away in order to draw his gun faster from the ground. When he took a step forward to finish off the sword, he suddenly paused, half-crouched down and raised his shield. The patterns on it lit up, and the carved patterns on it lit up. Enchantment triggers.

Then several ice picks hit his shield and exploded, freezing the rain in the surrounding air into ice cubes.

Although it is difficult to cast spells in a stormy environment, low-level water spells can still be used. This kind of spell is devastating to humans.

But the shield was intact. It was engraved with enchantments specifically designed to prevent elves from using magic attacks. It could resist attacks from the elements to a great extent.

Hill rushed forward. At this time, he didn't care whether the guy would attack again. He had to kill this elf first, and would rather die himself.

The elves' troops are far smaller than those of humans. As long as the battle loss ratio is within ten to one, it is acceptable.

It would be difficult for anyone to stop this guy without fear of death. Hill stabbed the dagger fiercely into the stomach of the elf on the ground, and red blood spurted out from his blood tank.

Hill then rolled to his left, dodging another ice pick that was trying to kill him.

But he was still a few seconds late. The ice pick directly shattered his thigh. The cold air froze his wound and spread upward as the blood spread. Hill was about to die from this cold.

He raised his head and could see the distant shadow drawing a dagger from his waist and rushing forward through the rain. He also had no means of protection, but he didn't feel sad, because he had killed an elf, and it was not a loss no matter what.

Hill used the last moment to prop himself up and look back. He needed to fulfill his duties as an adjutant, but when he saw the situation clearly, his heart suddenly felt cold.

Those elves jumped directly into the crowd of people protected by the shield, and relied on their flexibility to dance among the crowd. Even the heavy rain could not wash away the blood on the ground. The entire ground was covered with stagnant water. The blood dyed the stagnant water red, as if we were in a river of blood.

At this time, the numerical superiority of the troops became a complete liability. Those holding long weapons could not even turn around in this environment and their heads would be chopped off. Swinging swords would even injure friendly troops.

"Spread out and keep distance from each other," Hill, who fell to the ground, shouted with his last strength, trying to help those guys a little bit.

But this is unrealistic. There are trees everywhere. They are still in the forest and cannot disperse as quickly as they can on the plains.

Hill stared blankly at the corpse of the soldier lying on the ground. At this time, his body was almost frozen by the cold air, and it was difficult to speak.

Then he felt a heavy blow on his head, then his vision went dark, and he slowly lost consciousness.

The moment before he lost consciousness, he felt himself being picked up and then carried on his shoulders.

"Loewenstein, where are you taking us?" Thakuri swallowed and looked at Lowenstein walking in front.

He wanted to plug his ears, but he could hear the sound of killing from just now, and the sound was clearly hidden behind the crisp sound of raindrops falling on the ground.

At the same time, the smell of blood could be smelled in Taku just now. The wind carried the smell far and wide, until he could smell it.

"We encountered an enemy force in front of us." Lowenstein said softly: "Fortunately, there are our troops around, and now we have basically solved it. We are picking up the remaining soldiers who escaped, and arrested a few people with some positions. Save it for you to kill."

Thakuri pointed to himself: "Give it to us"

"How do you think military merit is established?" Loewenstein paused, then took a step back and said in a voice that only they could hear: "Although I can impose it on you afterwards, there are informants from the Rhine family in this team, so We have to get your hands on it.”

They were walking leisurely now, but that didn't mean that the other elves were also walking leisurely. The other members of the team are now on guard around them. In the surrounding grass, their figures are like ghosts, scary and dangerous.

The faces of the two little guys were a little pale, but it wasn't because they were afraid of the guys standing guard next to them.

But these two guys have never even killed a chicken, and their usual training is strictly protected. Therefore, even seeing blood is rare. Although they had made some mental preparations, when they thought of doing this kind of thing themselves, they couldn't help but feel a little panicked subconsciously.

Clara covered her nose. The smell of blood was already very strong at this time. As they waded through the low grass, they felt the ground was sticky.

Then she bent down and touched the water on the ground with her hand, and found that it was no longer water, but something similar to the watermelon juice she usually drank. Smelly and disgusting.

Kara trembled slightly and instinctively retreated, holding on to the tree trunk and vomiting.

"Are you okay?" After Takuri saw the blood on the ground, he immediately wanted to hold on to the tree and vomit something like her. His stomach twitched slightly, as if he wanted to squeeze out the contents.

But he still has to look a little like a man. At this time, he should go up and comfort him instead of holding the tree trunk and vomiting.

Suddenly, Lowenstein in front stopped and said, "It looks like we are about to arrive."

Then he pushed aside the grass in front of him and walked over.

"Are you feeling better?" Thakuri asked worriedly, holding her hand.

"Maybe." Kara retreated, then almost collapsed on Takuri: "Let's follow him quickly."

Takuri nodded, helped her walk slowly over, and gently pushed aside the grass blocking the way.

Then the hell-like scene suddenly unfolded in front of them. This scene was constantly replayed even in Takuri's nightmares throughout his life.