Elf Story from Another World

Chapter 89

The boy named Cerona opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

A spiral arrow pierced his heart, an arrow that was difficult to use but difficult to pull out once shot.

"Trash, go to hell." The boy knew he was going to die, but as if he couldn't feel the pain, he thrust the dagger through the gap in the cage.

His heart was damaged and he should have died immediately. No one knew where the strength came from to support the boy standing.

But the elf inside stayed close to the side to avoid the blow, then reached out through the cage, firmly grasped the arrow tail, and pulled it out. Completely broke his heart.

The immeasurable blood pressure sprayed out heart fragments and blood in one breath, even splashing onto the auctioneer's body a few meters away.

The huge change caused the entire auction to fall into silence. One could only hear the elf stabbing the young man's hand with an arrowhead and refusing to let go of the sword until every finger was chopped off. The glory was snatched from his hand.

"What's going on?" Ouyue and Nasha were stunned. It was clear that Nasha hadn't let go yet, and the red arrow was still on the bow.

Just as they were stunned, the big white bird suddenly rushed past them, and a guy wearing a cloak, a white mask and a long bow jumped from it, not afraid of the drop of dozens of meters.

"It's the elves, hurry up and evacuate." The second son of the Walder family, who was in front and was wearing armor, reacted immediately and rushed forward to knock down the auctioneer who was still in a daze.

Because the next moment, the air suddenly twisted and became violent like a tyrant in just a few seconds. The air flow like a blade instantly cut the place full of holes, the decorations of inestimable value were destroyed in an instant, and the nobles wearing formal clothes had huge wounds all over their bodies.

However, the wind carried the elf and landed steadily on the cage. The long bow in his hand was already fully drawn, and the sound of breaking through the air sounded again. The guard closest to him was directly penetrated through the only gap between his helmet and body armor, and It was the neck, passing through the back of his head.

Needless to say, the elf in the cage immediately understood that this was to save him, and took advantage of the chaos to take off the coat from the young man and put it on himself, as well as the musket on his waist. He turned around and shot the auctioneer who was not injured by the wind blade after being crushed.

During this period, three more guards were shot and killed. Those bows and arrows were like death in the hands of the elves, and there was no possibility of their shots missing.

"Bastard," the man in armor roared, taking the sword named Holy Inquisition from the auctioneer's hand, and slashed at it before he could even unsheath it. Because an arrowhead was heading straight for his head, his reaction caused the scabbard to be shattered instead of his head.

The elf who came to the rescue missed a hit, immediately lowered his body, took off his quiver, and at the same time threw the longbow in his hand through the cage to the elf being auctioned. He pulled out two short knives from his waist and jumped. Chopping up.

There was no chance of shooting a second arrow at this distance, so in a short moment he decided to use a short knife to kill him.

But this guy from the Walder family actually caught up with his reaction and stepped forward to stab. This sword shining with holy light was longer than a dagger. He could penetrate the body one step ahead of the elf.

The big bird seized the momentary opportunity to catch the elf rising, threw him to the side, and dodged the stab at the same time. The elf in the cage shoots metal armor-piercing arrows, which can directly penetrate heavy armor at this distance.

But it was split by the Holy Inquisitor. The weapon was made of who knows what, and could even split armor-piercing arrows without any damage at the same time.

At this time, the situation has reached a stalemate, and no one dares to attack easily, because if they make a mistake, they will be given a fatal counterattack.

"Hey, it seems your rescue plan failed." Although the guy's tone was relaxed, his expression was solemn. He took up his stance and prepared for the next attack: "My name is Kabali, don't you plan to tell me your name?"

He pretended to be relaxed and introduced himself, while slowly moving his position.

Kabali is stalling for time, he is waiting for help.

He had no chance of winning against two elves alone. At once