Chapter 1374 - Bashir, You Old Dog, Come Out To Die!

Irina led all the elves out of the underground cavern. The clothes on their bodies were still tattered, but their spirits had been renewed and expressions improved.

Being able to move their limbs freely without the chains; being able to breathe in fresh air; and being able to look at the boundless sky. Many elves began to cry as they felt this sensation of freedom.

Irina was holding an old ledger book in her hands with a cold expression.

“What’s wrong?” Mag asked when he saw the ledger in Irina’s hands. He had already docked the ship at the shore.

“It’s a ledger that recorded the sales of the elves they caught in the past 10 years.” Irina passed that ledger to Mag.

Mag flipped through the ledger quickly. It was filled densely with the number of the wandering elves caught, but they were called “piglets” instead. A large proportion of them died due to resistance and torture. Those elves that were successfully enslaved were sold everywhere—to demons, orcs, and even people in the Roth Empire.

And Bashir’s name appeared very frequently. There were records of him buying elves from 10 years ago up till last month. They numbered over 100.

“What do you plan to do?” Mag returned the ledger book to Irina.

“I want to kill someone,” Irina said calmly, but there was a storm brewing under that calmness.

“Then let’s start from Bashir tonight.” Mag nodded. He could empathize with Irina’s feelings, and also imagine the pain that those wandering elves who were sold to all places had endured. Bashir was on the very top of the list.

“Alright.” Irina nodded and her gaze became a little gentler.

“I’ve already got the ship ready. I’m afraid we can’t bring them along with us to the Fear Islands, so I intend to let them go to Carapace Island first. We will meet up with them on our way back,” Mag continued.

Irina looked at that big ship on the sea before turning around to say to those elves, “Let’s get on the ship. I’ll bring you away from here.”

The elves quickly put their emotions under control, and boarded the ship orderly when they heard her.

Although there weren’t any powerhouses among the elves, some of them had 3rd-tier to 4th-tier power, so they could quickly remove the fel demons’ emblem on the ship. The ship turned around rapidly and sailed southward to Carapace Island.

The griffin circled above the ship, sinking two ships that were tracking them and downing seven, eight flying steeds. It only turned and flew to the Fear Islands after making sure that the ship had already left the fel demons’ territory.

“Little Amy and you will watch from afar later. I will try to kill Bashir as soon as possible and bring those trapped elves out,” Irina whispered at Mag’s ear as she held onto his waist.

Mag was touched. Irina obviously didn’t want to put Amy and him in the path of danger. He shook his head and smiled. “I’m afraid we can’t do that this time. Little Amy and you will stay away first while I go do my test on the Fear Islands.”

“Test?” Irina asked doubtfully.

“My power is going to return to the 9th-tier soon. However, because it’s a recovery, it’s different from normal advancement. It would trigger a heavenly test and I have to pass it,” Mag explained with a smile.

“But you’re still not Bashir’s match even after you pass the test.” Irina shook her head.

“Anyway, just watch me. With Ah Zi present, I could still run even if I’m not his match,” Mag replied casually. It was difficult to explain about the lightning strike.

Irina looked at Mag, and eventually nodded after some pondering.

Being the most powerful tribe of the demons, the fear demons occupied the three most fertile and spacious islands in the center of the Demon Islands.

They had unparalleled power on the Demon Islands. A top Fear Demon Patriarch, more than five 10th-tier demons, and a powerful fear demon army. Their strength was already comparable to the goblins’ power[1].

But Mag wasn’t worried. According to the system’s explanation, the stronger the external interference was during his test, the more powerful lightning strike test would be. If he could get the entire demon tribe embroiled in it, he, too, had no idea what would be the result, but he was sure that it was definitely the fear demons who would suffer.

The island in the west of the Fear Islands had a great hall that was built with black skulls. A strapping demon sitting on the throne of bones was enjoying a massage from an elf. He lifted his hand, and an attendant came forward and knelt on one knee.

That demon’s face was twice as long as a normal person’s face, and the upper part of the face was full of eyes. When all the red eyes blinked together, they gave out a scary aura.

“I heard there will be a new batch of goods with the fel demons tomorrow. Go and take a look for me. Buy me all the good-looking ones. A few of them died after I played with them in the past few days. I need to replenish the stock,” Bashir said in a hoarse voice which was as scratchy to the ears as nails scratching the chalkboard.

“Yes,” the attendant replied respectfully.

“Go now, I’m going to sleep. Today…” Bashir’s gaze swept across those elves with shifty gazes before he squeezed the chin of a petite elf, and said, “You will serve me today.”

Fear flashed across that elf’s eyes. She pursed her lips together and dared not make a sound.

The other elves looked at her with pity. They, too, felt sad for her. The elves who were chosen never had a good ending. Countless among their sisters had died, and many more would be bought and then pushed into this endless abyss.

The fear demons were the most powerful demon tribe. The Wind Forest had allowed their trade, so they wouldn’t stand up for them and antagonize the fear demons.

Bashir stood up, wrapped his arms around that petite elf, and prepared to leave.

“Bashir, you old dog, come out to die!”

Right at this moment, an arrogant and loud voice appeared in the sky, and reverberated throughout the three Fear Islands.

Boom!

A sound of thunder almost exploded next to everyone’s ears together with the ground’s vibration.

“No!” the elves screamed, and some of them even fell to the ground.

The demons in the hall were also staring at one another. Who was it that dared to come issue a challenge at the Fear Islands and launch an attack straight away?

Bashir’s expression turned cold. He released the hand of that petite elf and smirked. “Ha. It’s been years since we have people coming here to antagonize us.”

Boom!

Boom!

Another thunderbolt struck as soon as Bashir finished speaking. The vibration on the ground was getting more and more distinct. Some skulls that were hanging on the walls even fell and rolled on the ground.

“Bashir, you old dog. Are you a coward? Or are all of you fear demons cowards?

That voice was getting more and more arrogant. Along with the thunder, it sounded just like someone was slapping Bashir across his face.

“Humph!” Bashir snorted and walked toward the hall’s entrance. He disappeared right at the door.

The purple-striped griffin flew above the Fear Islands like a purple lightning bolt. It spat out purple lightning orbs continuously, and they smashed into the islands’ buildings down below. The lightning orbs exploded, causing loud bangs as they destroyed building after building.

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