Chapter 2101 By the Way, Kill some Guys Who Don't Deserve to Be Called Elves

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The slogan that Anton yelled before he died was heroic and tragic.

The elven slave, who had been imprisoned for a hundred years, saw Joe's body hanging on the railing for several days, and the backlog of anger was finally fully aroused at this moment.

Strong slaves broke open the wooden door, and angry slaves swarmed out.

The piercing siren sounded over the Brewster family.

"Go back to your circle! You stupid and despicable guys!" The guards were not alarmed, and the magician had already begun to build ice and earth walls.

Under the suppression of absolute strength, the number of people does not bring an advantage.

A smooth and thick ice wall built a stronger cell, allowing them to stand behind the ice wall and wantonly mock the slaves who bared their teeth and claws.

The body and wood left shallow traces on the ice wall, and the slave elves roared angrily and helplessly.

They looked beyond the ice wall, and the guards insulted Anton's body, but could do nothing.

This sense of powerlessness makes them deeply desperate.

Just like the fate of being born, they have never been given a chance to choose.

At this moment, a huge shadow was cast in the sky.

The thick ice wall suddenly shattered.

The magic wand in the magician's hand was also reduced to ashes.

Everyone looked up and saw the giant beast shining purple under the moonlight.

And the beautiful elf with golden light sitting on the giant beast.

"It's Princess Irina!"

There are slave elves shouting!

For the first time, panic appeared in the guards' eyes.

...

"What's the situation?!" Elliott came out in his pajamas, frowning.

"Patriarch, there is something wrong with the slave circle of the farm. The guards from the clan have been sent there, and there is no big problem." A middle-aged elf with the appearance of a housekeeper came forward and said respectfully.

"Hmph, these despicable guys, I gave them food and clothing so that they can survive, but they dare to make trouble." Eliot's face turned cold, "This time kill a few more, and the one who wanted to run away a few days ago The old guys hang together, I want to see how much they want to get out of here."

"Yes." The butler smiled and took the order.

Elliott yawned, turned and went into the bedroom again.

Since he was dismissed and returned to the territory, feeling the free atmosphere raging in the Forest of Wind, Elliot sealed off the fief, and spread all the news among the slaves and servants.

He doesn't care how the floods are raging outside, as long as he is in this castle and this territory, he is still the supreme king, with the right to kill and seize.

Facts have proved that his approach is very effective.

When other lords canceled their slave contracts one after another and were forced to release their slaves, he still firmly controlled thousands of slaves.

They are the main force of the farm, supporting the Brewster family and the Forest of Wind.

Thousands of soldiers raised by the Brewster family, under the leadership of the steward, were fully armed and surrounded the slave area.

Slaves are not eligible to live in the castle. They are kept in a low bungalow outside the castle like cattle and sheep, so they are also called slave pens.

Outside the low bungalow, there is an iron thorn fence several meters high, covered with sharp and poisonous iron thorns.

The flames ignited the slave pen, and from inside came the noisy sound of fighting and cheering.

"Extinguish the fire! Then arrest all those despicable guys who dare to rebel!" The butler ordered coldly.

The team agreed, and a water magician stepped forward and began to chant magic spells.

There were also heavily armed melee elves who opened the gates in three directions and swarmed in.

Slaves are just some long-lived two-legged domestic animals, but anyone with some beauty or magical talent will not be left here.

Coupled with the heavy shackles, they have no resistance in front of a powerful army.

There are even many elf soldiers who think that those guards must be asleep, otherwise there are only dozens of guards in the slave circle,

It is enough to suppress all so-called rebellions.

But when they rushed into the slave ring, trying to solve all the problems with one charge, and then went back to sleep, they were stunned by the sight before them.

The battle is over.

All the guards were arrested and tied up in the central open space. Apart from scars on their faces, there was endless fear.

And those slave elves in shackles, with angry and fanatical expressions, are surrounding the guards at this moment.

Of course, it wasn't the slave elves who stunned the soldiers.

It was the huge purple-striped griffin suspended in mid-air, and the beautiful elf sitting on the back of the griffin.

"It's Princess Irina!"

Some elves exclaimed.

The forward elf soldier subconsciously stopped and looked at Irina, unable to muster the courage to attack.

They seemed to understand why the slave, who had always been law-abiding, suddenly became agitated and aggressive tonight.

"Your Highness Irina, I'm Dirk from the Brewster family. What's your business when you come here late at night." The butler stepped forward boldly, looked at Irina and said respectfully.

The Brewster family is not a powerful family, and the patriarch Elliott is only a ninth-level magician, not even a tenth-level powerhouse.

And this place is far away from the city of life, even if they ask for help now, High Priest Helena may not be able to arrive in time.

As for Irina's strength, anyone in the Forest of Wind who has a brain is very clear about it.

Here she is now, on the side of the rebellious slaves.

He panicked.

"Take some elves away, and kill some guys who don't deserve to be called elves." Irina said in a cold voice.

Dirk's face froze. He knew very well that in Irina's eyes, he might be one of those guys who didn't deserve to be called elves.

"Albin, right? Find the murderer who killed Anton and Joe, and avenge them." Irina looked at a thin elf below.

Albin nodded, picked up a bloody dagger from the ground, and walked towards the bound guards.

"Don't kill me...I didn't kill him...they did it..." The guard leader who was thrown into the corner with his legs bent yelled in horror.

Albin stepped forward silently, then stabbed his thigh with a knife, and then slashed down suddenly, his muscles turned outward, and blood gushed out.

ah--

The guard leader let out a scream.

The expressions of the guards and the soldiers standing not far away changed.

Someone recognized Albin, the skinny monkey who was in charge of slaughtering the livestock on the farm.

"This knife was given for Joe, of course it's not enough. If you stabbed him twelve times, I will pay you back twice, plus Anton's twenty-four knifes. And, before I finish stabbing him, don't you Will die, I can guarantee that."

Albin looked at the guard leader and said indifferently, raised his hand and slashed his left leg again, pulling out a hamstring.