Chaos beasts turn into humans are martial races. Their criteria for choosing leaders are not administrative abilities, wisdom or craftsmanship skills. But force.

Force can suppress the powerlessness of the beast group. Therefore, the evil beast lord of a beast group is usually the strongest warrior of the beast group. Until the lord becomes old and powerless, or loses the favor of the evil god of Chaos. By that time, there will naturally be new and younger warriors to replace him.

In this era of cold weapons confrontation, the role that a brave man with outstanding combat power can play is quite great. Therefore, after the evil beast lord went to the battlefield, he completely cut off the last glimmer of hope of the high elves expedition troops, just like the last straw that overwhelmed the camel.

He directly came to the elves while wielding the sword hard, looking around, observing the battlefield, shouting loudly at the elf commander who commanded the troops. Almost at the same time, the elf commander also saw him.

"He must be the leader of these beasts! Kill him! As long as he kills him, the morale of this beast group will be greatly hit and collapsed! This is our last expectation - God of War Kane!!!"

The elf commander turned his mind and immediately gave up all futile command methods. He focused on the evil beast lord with muscles above the divine sorghum rice. Then he roared and swung his sword to kill him! The evil beast also roared and waved his battle axe to kill him. The two sides handed over the weapons, and the elf commander who had a fewer strength immediately trembled his wrists and almost threw the sword down.

"Damn it! This monster!" The elf commander cursed inwardly. He had fought with many Baistergores before, and there were five of these evil beasts. However, there was no Baistergore at all, as if this beast lord had such strength.

The elf commander took two steps back and didn't even breathe, and saw the battle axe on the opposite side swinging over again. This happened several times in a row, and as the opponent's attack became more and more fierce, the elf commander's eyes flashed with despair.

"Are we waiting for them to finish the fight?"

On the treetops not far away, Vared and Isabella looked at the high elves indifferently, shaking under the siege of the beasts. So Isabella asked this.

"Wait a minute, not enough deaths are dead. And... the racist elf commander is still alive, and if he is there, our plan will be difficult to achieve." Vared said to Isabella.

Although Isabella felt that the so-called plan was actually created by Valed alone and had nothing to do with her. But I could just forget it. At least the word "we" proved that Valed cared about her very much.

But speaking of this, from the time he went out to the present, it seems that Vared's brother and brother did everything, it seems that Vared came to make the decision...

Isabella and Vared did not wait too long. Soon, the high elf commander screamed unwillingly. The evil beast lord stepped on his feet and fell frequently. Most of his hand was cut off, leaving only a little flesh and wrists. It seemed that unless a high-level healing magic was used, the rescue would be considered useless.

Of course, in this world, even the highest level of magic cannot cure the problem of "death".

The battle axe landed on the ground and the head was beheaded.

"Hahahahahahahaha!!!"

The evil beast lord laughed with satisfaction, opened his mouth wide, raised the other party's head, swallowed the blood that was lowered from his neck. Then he smacked his lips with unsatisfactory intentions, lowered his head, and chewed on the other party's broken neck...

"Tsk..." Isabella raised her eyebrows in disgust: "I didn't know how to cook it before eating it. It's such a group of wild beasts."

"……elder sister?"

"What's wrong?"

"You are curious about the reason you hate the other person."

"Is that?" Isabella blinked at Valed with a little strangeness. She didn't quite understand why Valed said that - for vampires who use human blood as a dependent necessity, the general edible intelligent race cannot move them unless the person being killed is his own race.

——Of course, the reason why the angered vampires get angry is the death of their tribe members and the blasphemy of their bodies. Instead of eating vampire flesh, this is anti-humanitarian... or anti-vampireism?

However, no matter what, the other party's blasphemy behavior, power and bloodthirsty horror still rejuvenated the spirit of the beasts.

They were inspired, cheering loudly, attacking the remnants of the high elves' expeditionary forces. Seeing the elves die and die again, and finally there were only a dozen lucky people who had almost lost their ability to resist, Valed nodded, then jumped down from the treetops and landed on the head of a Gore beast.

He flipped his hands, and two swords, one long and one short, came into his hand. He tapped his toes and stepped on Gores one by one. Angore's head moved forward - Vared was not a kind person. The steps seemed light but in fact, with incredible force. All Gores who were trampled, Angore's skull was broken and his cervical spine broke and died. In this instant, Vared came to the evil beast lord amid the screams of the group of beasts.

"Varied--"

The evil beast lord raised his head and looked at Valed, who seemed to fall from the sky. As soon as he reached halfway through his mind, he felt that his gaze suddenly increased. The ground was full of beast-turned people with panic on his face, and a body without a head. No matter how you look like yours...

"He, he killed the chief!"

"That person is a monster!!"

Immediately afterwards, the battle - or one-sided massacre began. Vared and Isabella quickly slaughtered the nearby beasts with extremely high efficiency, with the efficiency of five to seven evil beasts in one second. The powerful Baistergor, who hovered in the sky, swooped down in the harem, or the large, thick-skinned and thick-skinned beasts near them, quickly dissipated like rolling soup and pouring snow. The fear further spread. The beasts screamed in horror and fled. During the escape, countless people trampled on each other and died.

In this way, in a blink of an eye, the beasts that almost wiped out the high elves expeditionary forces, scattered the birds and beasts.

"What's going on with this...what's going on?"

The remaining elves soldiers were all dumbfounded at that time. The look of the Vared brother and sister was no different from looking at monsters. They might even be more exaggerated than those beastly humans.

Vared was uncomfortable with the elves' blunt gaze. He thought to himself: "Although it's a little different from what I imagined. But from another perspective, it may be a little better to be afraid than to be grateful."

He thought so, and then asked the elves: "That... all the elves from Usuan, are you okay?"

The remaining dozen elves saw the crisis passing by, and each felt exhausted. Six or seven collapsed directly on the ground, killing them out of strength. One of them even died immediately. There was only one high elves wearing a mage robe. Because of their professional relationship, they did not consume much physical strength, and their identity was the highest among these silences. So they took a step forward, stood up and saluted Valed.

"Thank you very much, stranger." Although the mage bowed and said thank you, he only had sadness and solemnity on his face, but he was not grateful.

"These two people are unknown. I don't know if they are trustworthy... It's more likely that they are sitting on the verge of our casualties, and only those who have survived this point will take action... This is because of ulterior motives. If it were normal, we wouldn't provoke them. But now we have to be slandered with them. Seeing that they are so skillful, they will kill a large group of beasts in two or three strokes. If we get along with them, we will probably be wiped out in two or two strokes..."

The mage thought so in his heart, and at least he squeezed out a look of gratitude.

"No need to thank me, the alliance between the Sigma Empire and Usulan has been around for thousands of years, and it is natural to help allies."

Valed's words made the other party feel uncomfortable. Just a few days ago, they had just killed an "allied" armed force. In fact, if it weren't for the discovery of another dark elves' troops behind them, Valed would have suspected that these bastards were disguised by the dark elves.

High elves are racists who despise all intelligent creatures except themselves. This is true or not false.

"Ah...but...well...yes..." The mage stammered for a while, and his voice became fluent again: "It's just that I have a question... This is not that I'm worried about you, but it's a big deal. If you don't ask clearly, I feel uneasy. Please forgive me - who are you and how did you find this remote place?"

After asking this sentence, except for the few elves who fainted on the spot, the remaining six and seven elves soldiers looked at Vared and waited to see how he answered.

Valed was stunned at first, then pretended to frown. The meaning was naturally "I saved your life. But you are ungrateful, you are such a bastard." The elves felt ashamed. However, the elf mage still stared at Valed.

Of course, this problem naturally could not defeat him. Vared snorted lightly, his expression became very indifferent, and he said:

"We are free mercenaries. My name is Ace, and she is Isabella. The reason for coming here is to track a group of dark elves. Those evil elves have strange whereabouts, and the team is even more famous witch Heliburn. We want to figure out what they are here for. Let's follow us all the way here." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe to (this site) and reward, and your support is my greatest motivation.)
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