Chapter 219 Traitor
"Sure enough, it was betrayal."

The elf sighed softly. He couldn't understand why these people would betray him.

"Forget it, if you don't understand, then you don't understand."

The elf took his longbow from his back. He had no interest in exploring the inner world of these humans. Anyway, these humans were not part of his plan from the beginning.

It’s good that they have betrayed him now, so that he can clean up these unnecessary existences.

An arrow was placed on the longbow, and the runes on the arrow were shining. It was an enchanted arrow.

The next moment, the arrow penetrated into Kank's right arm. In the blink of an eye, ice spread from where the arrow penetrated. The flame on the torch disappeared in an instant, leaving only light blue ice crystals.

Extinguishing the torch was not the end. Blue ice crystals continued to spread on Kank's arms. Then, Kank used his other arm to pull out the long sword at his waist, and with a little force, he cut off his right arm.

The spread of ice crystals cannot be stopped, and only in this way can the rest of his body be saved.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack."

The resistance fighters on the side only realized that they were attacked now, but they still didn't know the attacker's location.

Arrows and spells flew in all directions in a disorderly manner, but their attacks hit nothing except the air and the surrounding tree trunks.

“The quality is too poor.”

The elf compared these resistance fighters with those under the command of Lisabel before, then drew the longbow in his hand again and aimed at Kank who was bandaging his wounds.

"Enemy attack, counterattack."

A resistance fighter was shouting loudly while fighting back randomly around him. From his posture, it seemed that they were being besieged by hundreds of people at the same time.

Since joining, these resistance fighters have almost always been ambushing noble troops that are completely unfamiliar with the forest. They have never fought a single tough battle, let alone been ambushed and put at a complete disadvantage like they are now.

"There is absolutely no discipline or organization."

The elf gave his own evaluation of the resistance below, loosened the bowstring, and let the arrow fly towards Karnk not far away.

"enemy……"

The resister who was still shouting was suddenly pulled behind Kahn, and then the arrow penetrated into his body.

The magic circle on the arrow was activated, causing a small explosion, and the soldier was blown to pieces, but Kahnke was unharmed. He looked in the direction where the arrow came from, but there was no one on the branch there.

Of course the elf would not launch two attacks at the same location. He was now on the branch of another tree, observing below.

The random attacks of those resistance fighters had caused a lot of accidental casualties in their own formation, and these accidental casualties were regarded as new enemy attacks, making them even more panicked.

Even if the elves stopped attacking, they would continue to cause accidental injuries, and eventually their morale would completely collapse, and then they would flee in all directions.

"Stop it, everyone."

A roar came from Kank's mouth, and he grabbed a resister who was attacking randomly and crushed his throat.

The elves watched the scene with interest. In panic, the resistance fighters almost started to attack Kank, but after two or three resistance fighters who were overwhelmed were torn to pieces, they finally stopped temporarily.

However, what stopped them was not discipline or organization, but simple fear.

“This kind of organization won’t work.”

The elf shook his head. In his heart, resistance fighters like Kank had completely lost any value. Even if such people repented and surrendered, remaining in the ranks of resistance fighters would only reduce the overall combat effectiveness.

The surrounding trees began to move, and vines rose from the ground, entangled the limbs of the resistance fighters. The bodies of the resistance fighters were stretched by the force of the vines, and then broke and separated from their bodies. Most of the remaining resistance fighters who avoided the vines did not avoid the ubiquitous branches in the end.

The branches of the trees pierced through their hearts, and their blood stained the tree trunks. With the nourishment of the blood, more branches grew from the tree trunks, which penetrated deeply into the flesh and blood of these resistors. In just a few minutes, these resistors were drained of blood and turned into human corpses.

“The forest should be growing well next year.”

The elf watched the scene below with satisfaction. Only a few resistance fighters escaped.

But for the elf, it doesn’t matter. In his mind, these resistance fighters have been labeled as “waste”, and he is too lazy to spend energy chasing after those escaped resistance fighters.

"Okay, what to do next."

The elf took out a booklet from his arms, which contained things that should be paid attention to when getting along with humans.

"It seems that collecting corpses, cremating and burying them are very important rituals for humans?"

The elf glanced down with some reluctance.

"I'm sorry, it looks like these things won't be your nourishment for next year."

The elf patted the tree trunk beside him apologetically, and a dull creaking sound followed. It seemed that the surrounding trees were not very satisfied with this.

"Don't be too greedy. Aren't the corpses of those nobles' troops enough for you to eat?"

The branch shook, a little embarrassed, and then the elf stood up.

Of course, he would not collect the bodies himself. Collecting hundreds of bodies would be a little difficult for an elf like him.

"I'm going to inform the resistance fighters in the camp what's going on here."

Lysabel's carriage slowly drove into the forest.

There were already some bloodstains on his carriage.

Some monsters were unwilling to give up their attacks on human villages for the sake of a holy emblem of a god of nature. For these monsters, Lysabel and his men had no choice but to draw their weapons.

Their team had grown a lot along the way, with some of the attacked villages joining them, making their team a little bloated and conspicuous.

Fortunately, the Principality’s troops are now preoccupied with their own affairs, otherwise they would have been discovered and besieged long ago.

"There are no troops from the principality on this border either."

Lisabel looked out of the car window. The troops of the principality had already withdrawn, and only a bloodstain was left at the outpost of the noble border troops. It seemed that the monsters did not let them go just because they were wearing the uniforms of the noble troops.

For those monsters, the risk of attacking an outpost with less than a hundred soldiers was no greater than that of an ordinary village.

“Those resistance fighters didn’t come to greet us either.”

Only this made Lisabel frown. Her itinerary should have been passed to the resistance in the forest by carrier pigeons.

The resistance in the forest was surrounding the elves in three layers. The atmosphere was tense.

"Don't get so excited. I'm just here to inform you to collect the bodies. I have no ill intentions."

The elf looked at the resistance fighters around him in confusion. He didn't understand why the situation became like this after he told these people that he had eliminated the traitors in their camp.

(End of this chapter)