Chapter 220 Not Our Kind
The resistance fighters were still confronting the elf. No matter what the elf said, he ruthlessly killed nearly a hundred resistance fighters.

There are also many resistance fighters in the camp who are also new recruits in this territory. They have no sense of identity with the elves.

"It's really troublesome."

The elf held down an emotional resistor who rushed over.

From the resister's excited shouts, the elf learned that his brother seemed to be among the resisters who had been killed before.

Other resistance fighters were also ready to move. Among the newly recruited members in the camp, they identified much more with Kank than with the elves. Although many of them had complaints about what Kank had done, at least under his leadership, the supplies looted from this territory allowed these new resistance fighters to live a much better life than before.

Although most of these supplies were looted from villages that lacked noble troops for defense, they would occasionally think of the villagers who could only watch them empty their granaries and had no idea what to do in the days ahead.

But no matter what, their lives have indeed improved, and this is enough to make those new resistance fighters who were originally poor people accept Kank's leadership.

A resister hiding behind a tree trunk secretly loaded his crossbow and aimed at the elf's head. But before he pulled the trigger, a vine wrapped around his calf and hung him on the tree. His finger pulled the trigger of the crossbow in his hand.

None of the resistance fighters noticed the man hiding in the shadows, and of course had no defense against the crossbow arrow that shot out. The crossbow arrow pierced the neck of a resistance fighter in front of them.

"He took action!"

The newly joined resistance fighters had no discipline at all, and had little experience in how to determine the direction of attack on the battlefield. Many of these newcomers mistook the elves as the source of the attack.

Then, in panic, many resistance fighters attacked the elves not far away.

"Do you want to take action?"

The elf hesitated for a moment, then casually pulled up the resister in his hand and used it to block the incoming arrows and spells.

"Forget it. Although I don't understand what they are thinking, this should just be some kind of misunderstanding."

Vines rose from the ground, blocking the scattered attacks, and then the elf disappeared into the woods.

"At least wait until Lysabel arrives, and then try again."

The elf was on the branch of the tree, watching the resistance fighters below gradually regain order and chance under the command of the sergeant.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Their bodies are located here. I suggest you go there quickly, otherwise they will just turn into fertilizer."

The elf's voice sounded above the resistance fighters, and then a piece of paper floated down with the location of the corpses drawn on it.

Now, even those who had followed Lysabel from the beginning became angry at the elf's mocking voice, even though many of them knew that the elf probably didn't mean to mock her.

This is how the elves speak, and many of them have experienced it before.

"These people were killed by the elves."

Lisabel looked at the bloody scene before her. A broken leg was hanging on the branch above her head. The branch pierced the leg like a sword, while the rest of the body was scattered on other branches of the tree.

"These should be our people." The sergeant checked the bodies on the ground and found shoulder straps on them that represented the identity of resistance fighters.

"Not always."

Lisabel turned over a body and saw, as she had expected, another unfamiliar face.

Lisabel had more or less some impression of the resistance fighters who had followed her. Although she couldn't remember all of their names, those impressions would still emerge when she saw their faces.

But she had no impression of these people's faces. They were all new people who joined after the breakout.

"You know what Kahnke has done."

Not far behind Lisabel, there were civilians who had abandoned their original villages and houses under the threat of the monsters and followed them here. Many of their villages had been harmed by Kanxo.

The reason why he was able to eventually become the leader of the resistance in the noble territory was that when he arrived here, his troops, equipment and supplies were in the best condition, and the price he paid was the villages they passed by along the way.

Those villages were basically looted by him with the order that "anyone who does not resist the invaders is a traitor to the country."

His troops always had sufficient supplies and were able to have ample time to choose routes that were difficult for the Principality's pursuers to block. Unlike other resistance troops, they did not often need to fight with the Principality's pursuers to get replenishment.

"And the people he recruited here, apart from having the same name as us, are probably completely different."

Lisabel even found a gold tooth in the pocket of the corpse. The corpse had very good teeth, so he definitely would not have had any use for this thing when he was alive. Next to the gold tooth was a brooch. Judging from the shape, this brooch would usually be pinned on the bride's chest during the wedding.

Apparently, these were the spoils of his robbery.

"What do we do now?"

The sergeant also found some gold and silver jewelry on the bodies. The craftsmanship of these gold and silver was not complicated. They were not the fine jewelry of the nobles. It was basically certain that these things were once the jewelry of the common people in the villages or towns. As for why they appeared on these bodies, the sergeant could guess it with his knees.

"Let these animals become nutrients for the forest."

For the resistance fighters under Lisabel, even though their original kingdoms had been occupied, the people living in these places were still their comrades. One of the purposes of their taking up arms was to protect them and keep them from oppression.

But these resistance fighters under Kahnke have obviously become the last resort of oppressing civilians.

"Cleared a firebreak and burned them all."

Cremation is a custom formed by humans since they rebelled against the dead. In order to prevent the dead from being used by the dead, every dead person will be cremated as long as conditions permit. After the dynasty of the dead was overthrown, this custom was also retained as the last respect for the dead. Only those who committed heinous crimes would not be cremated after death.

"The ashes are scattered in the forest, so that they can have some positive impact on the forest."

Lysabel stood up and saw a group of resistance fighters approaching.

(End of this chapter)