As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

"Those are the instructors who train killers!"

Carol's answer made Ron and Mirabelle stunned for a moment, and the expressions on their faces became a little strange. This answer was both unexpected and reasonable.

Since they can become instructors of this elite killer group, the strength of these instructors is beyond doubt.

Ron and Mirabelle didn't find anything strange.

However, although the instructors of the killer group are powerful, their number is too small after all. For a moment, he didn't quite understand why Carol mentioned these people specifically.

The most important thing is that these instructors basically left no impression in the Elf Forest.

Almost all matters that Heferson was not convenient to handle publicly were basically handed over to the killer group. Over the years, countless people in the Elf Forest died at the hands of the killer group. It can definitely be said that the group has a notorious reputation.

As for the instructors, they were subconsciously ignored and did not leave any impression at all.

Now that Carol suddenly brought it up, the expressions on their faces became a little strange.

Carol didn't keep the secret either. She just frowned, as if she was strongly stimulated. Her eyes were filled with intense fear, so much so that her slender and fit body couldn't help but tremble. "I don't know where those instructors came from. I only know that those instructors... they are not all elves."

The slightly trembling voice clearly revealed what kind of suffering Carol had endured and what kind of trauma she had been left with by these instructors.

"I don't know where Heferson found these instructors, but they are all extremely powerful."

"Even though I have completed my apprenticeship and even received a little bit of inheritance from the Mother Goddess of All Things, my strength has long been many times stronger than before. But even now, I can't judge the strength of those instructors at all."

"Their existence is as unfathomable as hell."

"These instructors include elves, humans, werewolves, and dwarves. They are all of different races, but the same thing is that they don't look like living people. They give me a lifeless feeling, like corpses dug out of a grave."

"As soon as I see their gray faces... No, not just seeing them, even now when I recall the pale cheeks of those instructors, thinking of their stern and expressionless looks, I get goose bumps all over my body. I feel like my body is about to be frozen and my soul is about to collapse."

"No assassin has ever had the courage to challenge these instructors. I don't know what level of strength these instructors have, but one thing is certain, that is... they are extremely powerful."

Carol exhaled heavily.

She spoke so many long paragraphs in one breath that she felt the air in her lungs was almost gone, and a sickly blush appeared on her originally pale cheeks.

Ron and Mirabelle looked at each other and could see the solemnity in each other's eyes.

They knew Carol's character.

The fact that Carol had the courage to break away from the killer group and break free from Hefferson's control is enough to show that she is a woman with an extremely strong character.

You rarely see fear on Carol's face. Even if she breaks free from control and regains her freedom, the character developed through long-term training in a killer group will not change so easily. Even when facing an existence stronger than herself, Carol dares to rush forward with a dagger in her hand regardless of everything.

She was like a fighting machine that didn't know life or death, or pain, but this fighting machine had some normal emotions, that's all.

But now, even on the face of such a powerful combat weapon, an expression of fear was clearly revealed. One can imagine how terrifying the shadows those instructors left on Carol were. Carol's fear of those instructors was even stronger than that of the so-called master, Heferson.

Carol didn't know the identities of those instructors, but some important information was revealed from her words.

These instructors are from all races, not all of them are elves. Although Heferson has a high status in the elves, it may not be a big deal for other races, right? What methods did Heferson use to make these instructors serve him?

Also, these instructors are like the living dead walking out of the grave.

They were gray, serious, and expressionless, like lousy puppets.

Looking at this image, could it be that these instructors really just crawled out of their graves?

There are no such things as zombies in this world.

If you want to make the corpse fight again, you have to refine the powerful corpse into an undead creature like Ron and Lydia did.

However, the undead creatures were filled with a ghostly aura and were surrounded by thick black fog. One could tell at a glance that something was wrong. Since Carol didn't mention such an obvious feature, it probably didn't exist.

If it is not an undead creature, then what kind of existence is it?

Ron couldn't help but fall into thought.

Expressionless, serious, pale...

The living dead.

Ron kept repeating these strange features in his mind, and then, as if he suddenly thought of something, his eyes suddenly became exceptionally bright.

Dark crow!

Kurud.

Those who were once encountered in the Tomb of the Wilderness God had long been dead, but their bodies had been transformed by the repairman. Although they were corpses, they had become puppets that could move freely, speak, and fight.

Could it be that Hefferson used the same method, and this guy also found some powerful corpses, and then used similar methods to refine these corpses into puppets, which are the so-called instructors mentioned by Carol?

However, ordinary corpse puppets could never possess the power that Carol described.

unless……

Unless these corpses were also extremely powerful when they were still alive.

Just like...those agents of gods.

Could this be Heferson's trump card?

Ron's eyes sparkled, and he felt that he had a better understanding of Hefferson.

Carol seemed to have gotten over some of the fear in her heart. She looked at Ron beside her and saw that he was no longer as scared as before. She took a deep breath and said again: "In short, sir, be careful. Those instructors are definitely not easy to deal with."

"How many instructors are there in total?"

"Three." After thinking for a moment, Carol replied.

Only three?

Ron felt a little disappointed.

What a pity. After all, this time they came here to cooperate with Heferson. It would be better if there were more powerful instructors like this around Heferson. In this way, they would have a better chance of winning when they go to the Andre family's old house to cause trouble.

Of course, a little less is no problem. At least after this matter is over, it might be a little easier to kill Heferson.

It has to be said that although this is an alliance that is about to be formed because of a common enemy, this alliance is too unreliable. The alliance has not even taken shape yet, but betrayal is already a possibility.

Of course, Ron felt absolutely no guilt at all for thinking this way.

Based on his understanding of Hefferson and Partridge, he was very confident that if there was a chance to kill him, these two old foxes would never hesitate at all.

"Also, Heferson might know that what he is going to do is not allowed to be seen in public, so he is extremely careful on weekdays. The entire Elf Forest is filled with perception magic arranged by Heferson. There are even countless killers distributed in various locations in the Elf Forest. Maybe Heferson has already noticed us the moment we stepped into the Elf Forest." Carol added.

Ron was not worried about his whereabouts being exposed. In fact, in Ron's eyes, this was just right.

If that guy Heferson could show up in front of him on his own initiative, it would even save a lot of effort.

Click, click, click...

The chat ends.

In the Elf Forest, the cries of birds and beasts are accompanied by the sounds of feet stomping on the ground and dead branches breaking.

The three figures continued to walk towards the deepest part of the Elf Forest. They were not in a hurry and had no sense of crisis at all. At first glance, although their clothes were soaked with sweat and they looked a little disheveled, the attitude on their faces made them look more like they were here for tourism.

time flies.

The scorching sun above my head gradually slanted.

The Elf Forest, which was originally bright, began to become darker and darker at some point.

Birds return to their nests.

The beast also fell into a deep sleep.

In the vast and empty Elf Forest, only the sharp sounds of some insects were echoing. Not only did they fail to dispel the silence in the forest, but they made the atmosphere even gloomier and more depressing.

I don’t know how long I walked, maybe several hours, but the forest in front of me gradually became sparse.

Some moonlight poured down from overhead, and the ground, which was originally covered with gray and yellow fallen leaves, seemed to be covered with a layer of silver frost, and it actually sparkled with a somewhat beautiful luster.

Right in the middle of the forest, you can see some wooden houses.

All of these wooden houses are inhabited by elves, but the doors of each house are tightly closed. Even if they hear noises outside, they have no intention of coming out to take a look. However, Ron can clearly sense that there is a figure hidden behind the windows of almost every wooden house.

Pairs of emerald green eyes were silently peeking through the window at what was happening in the forest.

Those figures were like ghosts.

The atmosphere was similar to that of a horror movie.

Just from this point, we can see what kind of repression the elves are living in now. Even if there is any noise outside the door, they dare not push the door open to check, for fear of accidentally implicating themselves.

Heferson's reign of terror has already left the mark of fear deep in the soul of every elf.

The deeper they went into the Elf Forest, the more wooden houses they saw built at the forks of the trees, and the more eyes that were quietly hiding in the dark and watching. Gradually, Ron seemed to sense some different fluctuations, different eyes filled with fear and worry.

Almost all eyes were focused on Mirabelle.

It was obvious that some elves had recognized Mirabelle as the Elf Queen.

The Elf Queen Mirabelle escaped from Heferson's control. This fact was known to almost everyone in the elves. After all, the new queen had been in power for half a year.

Among the elves, there are still many elves who are loyal to the royal family. They are glad that Mirabelle was able to escape from hell, but who would have thought that Mirabelle, who had already escaped, would return to the Elf Forest again.

They were worried, but did not dare to lend a helping hand.

Every piece of land and every big tree of the entire elven tribe is under the control of Heferson. If anyone dares to provide help to the Elf King, or even shows a little kindness, they will soon suffer the bloody and inhumane revenge of the high priest. Countless lives, heads, and blood have proved the cruel methods of the high priest.

What's more, right next to Mirabelle were Ron and Carol.

Although Carol is a member of a killer group, this killer group is absolutely domineering and overbearing in the Elf Forest. Normally, killers usually carry out secret sneak attacks and operate in the dark, but the members of the killer group are completely different. They prefer to walk directly to the opponent and take the target's life in public. Only in this way can they create a stronger deterrent.

That's right, the identities and appearances of the members of the killer group are no longer a secret in the Elf Forest. Although not everyone knows them, there are definitely quite a few people who know them.

As for Ron.

This is a human being.

It seems that the only humans in the Elf Forest are the instructors under Heferson.

Could it be that this time it was an elite killer and an instructor who personally took action to kidnap Mirabelle?

What should I do now?

If Mirabelle really fell into Heferson's hands again, given the high priest's character, how could she have a chance of survival?

No, there's not even a chance to die cleanly.

Originally, Hefferson was gentle and modest. No matter who saw him, they would praise him as a modest gentleman with a gentlemanly demeanor, which was completely opposite to his rough and tall appearance.

But one hundred and twenty years ago, after Hefferson's personality changed drastically, he went directly to the other extreme.

Fierce, cruel, violent, crazy...

No matter how vicious the description is, it is not an exaggeration to use it on Hefferson.

Dig out the elf's heart alive, just to collect that drop of blood.

Kidnapping a large number of elf children and pregnant women just for the so-called sacrifice.

No matter how cruel the thing is, there is nothing Hefferson can't do, except the unimaginable.

What's more, Mirabelle's escape made Heferson furious. He even felt that his authority was challenged. In a rage, Heferson executed all the elves in the palace at that time.

Even the assassins arranged by Heferson to guard Mirabelle had their necks crushed by Heferson himself.

Now that Mirabelle was captured, no one knew what kind of torture she would suffer!

Chi Chi Chi!

At this moment, a series of sharp sounds of breaking through the air suddenly rang out.

The corner of Ron's eye twitched slightly, but he didn't react at all. He just walked forward with Carol and Mirabelle, as if he was completely unaware of the dozens of sharp arrows coated with deadly poison coming from all directions.

Dozens of arrows flew towards Ron and Carol, but not a single one attacked Mirabelle.

Ron chuckled. He didn't expect that Mirabelle, the queen who never really held power, actually had a few supporters in the Elf Forest. It was a pity that these supporters chose the wrong target and were afraid they would not survive.

Snapped.

Ron sighed slightly and crossed two fingers in mid-air. A crisp sound instantly spread around.

Wherever the sound reached, those sharp arrows that flew hundreds of meters in an instant seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. Their flying speed suddenly became sluggish and slow, and every inch of movement in the air seemed to take a long time.

However, Ron, Carol and Mirabelle's movements were not affected at all. They walked slowly through dozens of arrows as if they were strolling in the garden without suffering any harm.

Just as Ron and his companions left the area, the arrows instantly returned to normal, whizzing past at an incredible speed. Unfortunately, the targets that these arrows were originally intended to hit were no longer there.

The scene looked extremely strange, even with some incomprehensible distortion.

But the attackers around didn't have much time to think.

The first round of arrows completely missed the target, and the elves immediately gave up this method. The next moment, several figures rushed out of the wooden house at a speed more terrifying than an arrow leaving a bow, and approached Ron and Carol directly.

"Let go of Her Majesty..."

The first chapter is presented