Chapter 2102 - Kill Those Who Are Not Fit To Be Called Elves

Chapter 2102 Kill Those Who Are Not Fit To Be Called Elves

The slogan that Anton shouted before he died was tragic and indignant.

The suppressed anger of the elven slaves that had been locked up for over 100 years finally erupted at this moment after seeing Joe's body hang on the fence for days.

The strong slaves banged open the wooden door, and furious slaves surged out.

The shrill alarms rang throughout the sky above the Brewster Family.

"Go back to your cells! You lowly and stupid fellows!" The guards didn't panic. The magic casters were already building ice walls and mud walls.

Under the suppression of absolute power, numbers couldn't actually provide an advantage.

A smooth and thick ice wall created an even sturdier cell, allowing them to mock those struggling slaves behind it at will.

Their bodies and wood left faint marks on the ice walls. The elven slaves roared in anger and helplessness.

They watched the guards humiliate Anton's body beyond the ice wall helplessly.

They felt desperate over this helplessness.

It was as if fate had never given them a chance to choose.

Right then, a giant shadow was cast down from the sky.

The thick ice wall suddenly shattered.

The magic casters' wands turned into dust too.

Everyone looked up and saw the giant beast that glowed with purple light under the moonlight.

And the beautiful elf with a golden glow sitting on that giant beast.

"It's Princess Irina!" some elven slaves shouted.

Panic appeared in the guards' eyes for the very first time.

***

Elliot came out in his pajamas, frowning, and said, "What's happening?!"

A middle-aged elf that looked like a butler approached, and respectfully said, "Chief, there are some issues with the slaves at the farm. We have already sent the garrison over. There won't be any big trouble."

"Hmph. These lowly fellows. How dare they make trouble after I fed and clothed them, allowing them to survive." Elliot's expression turned cold. "Kill a few more of them this time, and hang them with that old chap who tried to escape a few days ago. I want to see how much they want to leave here." "Yes." The butler left with a smile after receiving their order.

Elliot yawned and returned to his bedroom.

Ever since he was removed from his position, returned to his fiefdom, and felt the atmosphere of freedom that was raging through the Wind Forest, Elliot locked down his fiefdom, and stopped any information from spreading between the slaves and the servants.

He didn't know what happened out there. He only wanted to be the unparalleled ruler in this castle and this fiefdom, and hold the power to kill and rule.

The facts proved that what he did was very effective.

When the other feudal lords were breaking the slave contracts, forced to let go of their slaves, he was still controlling thousands of slaves.

They were the main workforce on the farms that provided for the Brewster Family and the Wind Forest.

Thousands of Brewster Family's soldiers in battle gear converged towards the slaves' circle under the butler's lead.

The slaves didn't have the right to live in the castle. They were kept in the short houses beyond the castle like cattle, so it was called the slaves' circle.

There were iron fences that were dozens of meters tall surrounding the short houses. They were also topped with sharp and poisonous iron spikes.

Fire lit up the slaves' circle, and noises could be heard from within. It was battle cries and cheers.

"Extinguish the fire! Catch all those despicable fellows who dare to revolt!" the butler coldly ordered.

The squad answered, and a water magic caster stepped forward, and began to chant spells.

There were also melee elf fighters in full battle gear that opened the doors in three directions and charged in.

The slaves were just two-legged cattle with longer lifespan. Those who looked good or possessed magical talents wouldn't have been kept here.

With those shackles, they were completely powerless in front of the powerful army.

There were even elven soldiers who thought the guards had to have fallen asleep. Otherwise, the guards at the slaves' circle would be able to squash the so-called rebellion. However, when they rushed into the slaves' circle in an attempt to solve all the problems by charging in and then return to their sleep, they were shocked by what they saw. The battle was already over.

All the guards were rounded up and tied up in the empty field in the middle. Apart from injuries, there was also endless fear in their eyes.

Meanwhile, those elven slaves in shackles were surrounding those guards. The slaves looked angry and fanatical.

Of course, the soldiers weren't shocked by those elven slaves.

It was that giant purple-striped griffin that hovered in midair and the beautiful elf on the griffin's back.

"It's Princess Irina!" some elves exclaimed.

Some elven soldiers that were charging forward even halted in their steps instinctively. Looking at Irina, they didn't even have the courage to charge forward.

They seemed to understand why the usually docile slaves suddenly became agitated and manic tonight.

The butler forced himself to go forward, and respectfully asked Irina, "Princess Irina, I am Dirk from the Brewster Family; may I know what your purpose is in coming here so late in the night?"

The Brewster Family wasn't a powerful family, and even the chief, Elliot, was just a 9th-tier magic caster. They didn't have anoth-tier powerhouse present.

Moreover, this place was located far from the City of Life. Even if they asked for help now, High Priestess Helena might not be able to get here in time.

As for Irina's strength, everyone with a brain in the Wind Forest knew about it clearly.

Now, she was here, on the side of the rebelling slaves.

He was in a panic.

"To bring some elves away and kill those who are not fit to be called elves," Irina said coldly.

Dirk went white. He knew very well that he was perhaps one of those fellows who were not fit to be called elves in Irina's eyes.

"Albin, right? Find Anton and Joe's murderer and avenge them." Irina looked at a thin and small elf below.

Albin nodded and picked up a blood-stained dagger on the ground before walking towards those tied-up guards.

The guard leader, who was dumped in the corner with both his legs bent, was frightened, and shouted, "Don't kill me… I didn't kill him… They did…"

Albin went forward silently. He stabbed the commander's thigh, and then pulled the dagger downwards. The flesh and muscles turned outward, and blood gushed out.

Aaah…

That leader let out a horrible shriek.

All the guards and the soldiers standing close by went white too.

Some of them recognized Albin. He was the skinny guy in charge of slaughtering the animals in the farm.

"This is for Joe. Of course, this isn't enough. You stabbed him 12 times, and I'll repay you double for that. In addition to Anton's 24 stabs, I'll make sure you won't die before I finish the stabbing. I promise," Albin said to that guard's leader coldly before dragging the dagger down on his left thigh, and pulling a tendon out.