Elf Story from Another World

Chapter 90

Tonight's night sky was illuminated red by the flames of torches. Everyone in the city knew that an elf had slipped into the city and rescued the captured elf.

The ground of the opera house has become scorched black, which is the trace of corrosion by dark magic, and after testing, it is high-level magic.

In other words, this is an erosion that cannot be dispelled by humans, and can only be suppressed by light magic to prevent it from spreading.

On the stage, the captain's head was crushed, the auctioneer's body was torn apart, and they were piled together with the bodies of Serona's last blood relatives. The Holy Sword and the Holy Inquisitor were inserted on the pile of corpses, and the holy light dyed the table red with the blood mingling with each other. The lord was found unconscious with poison on the balcony. Fortunately, he did not die and was now sent to medical treatment.

As for the guards, they didn't even find the body. There was no blood, no body, and they probably didn't even have time to scream.

Only fragments of the armor were left, and the metal was corroded and about to shatter.

There is nothing to consider anymore. It is a very dangerous target, maybe a guy who can use second-level magic.

Once such a guy goes on a killing spree in the city, no one can stop him. This city is the city closest to the front line. This place was once the area with the most frequent trade. Before the war, it was all done with the elves.

Therefore, most of the nobles in this city are very wealthy, and the common people live very comfortably, so the population here is large.

So many, the number of deaths from one spell is in the tens of thousands.

The army is currently fighting the elves on the front line, and it is impossible to separate troops for rescue.

Then, we must start to evacuate people and take refuge, and make everyone who has the strength to take up arms prepare to fight.

At the same time, everyone here is always ready to die for the glory of the human race.

In the alley, a panting figure held on to the wall and moved forward little by little.

He was Su Bai, and the mask on his face was full of cracks, which were caused by a stray bullet falling on his head.

Red blood flowed from his forehead, slowly flowed down his cheek, and dripped on the ground with a ticking sound.

He needed to find a safe place to bandage the wound, otherwise he would become comatose due to excessive blood loss.

Now even the alley is not safe. People spontaneously formed patrols and held torches to look for him inside.

And there were only three arrows left in his quiver.

After coming out of there, Su Bai encountered more than a dozen guards, as well as an unknown number of militiamen. Only then did he realize that almost everyone here was accompanied by a musket. Fortunately, the soft armor on his body could resist such weapons very well, otherwise he would have died on the road long ago.

Every arrow he shot took away at least one person's name. The two daggers made of fine steel were even worn by corpses and were full of cracks and chips.

Su Bai held on to the wall and gasped, then slowly sat on the ground.

He had been walking for almost ten minutes without finding anyone, so he had to bandage his wounds quickly.

Su Bai cut the edge of his robe and used it as a bandage to tie his head. However, when he took off his mask, his hands were so shaky that he couldn't hold it and fell to the ground. The mask was already on the verge of breaking. Broken into several pieces.

But it's not a big deal. He can cover his face by cutting off part of his robe.

Taking advantage of this time, he took out dried fruits from his pocket and stuffed them into his mouth to replenish his exhausted energy.

"Oh, may the ancestors bless us. Don't let another group of people come. It's really boring." Su Bai said softly, breathing heavily.

This alley is surprisingly safe. When I first came in, I could still see patrols, but now I can't even see a single person.

"Zhizhi." Su Bai was stunned, turned his head, and saw a mouse standing there looking at him.

"Hello." He took a long breath and threw a piece of dried fruit over: "Do you want to eat it?"

"Squeak, squeak, squeak," the mouse looked at the dried fruit that fell in front of him, and actually walked over like a penguin and picked up the dried fruit.