I have a city in another world

No matter how well-equipped the slave-catching team was, they were no match for a pack of crazed wolves. With screams of agony, one slave-catching team member after another was torn to pieces.

After some of the slave hunters died, they were parasitized and controlled by insects, which then attacked their fellow slaves.

As the fighting continued and the number of soldiers dwindled, the slave-catching team's defenses weakened, and the fatigue from the battle became increasingly difficult to resist.

An army collapses like a house of cards; once a defeat is achieved, it will crumble at an extremely rapid pace.

The pressure will only increase as staff continues to drop, until it becomes unbearable.

Unfortunately, battles on the battlefield are often decided in an instant, and in the short time of collapse, a large number of casualties are inevitable.

Those who could not resist had no choice but to flee, either surrender or be killed.

However, this area was completely surrounded by wolves, and there was no way to escape.

The leader of the slave-catching team let out a desperate and shrill curse after being surrounded by hungry wolves.

He was cursing the attacker, hoping that the other would die in the same painful way, but ten or a hundred times more miserable.

Unless there are extraordinary means or some special cursed items, his last wish cannot be fulfilled.

Knowing full well that he was doomed and unwilling to endure the agony of being torn apart, the leader resolutely ended his life in his own way.

With a deafening roar, an alchemical bomb was detonated, turning the leader's body into a mangled mess.

The monsters that besieged him transformed into the same form of minced flesh, mixing together indistinguishably.

After all the slave hunters were torn to pieces, the crazed wolf suddenly quieted down.

There were no more agonizing screams, no more booming explosions of weapons, and no more agonizing struggles before death.

At that moment, the hungry wolves stood motionless on the ground, like statues.

The wizard apprentice was right; the wolves in these forests had indeed become manipulated tools of combat.

On the blood-soaked battlefield, only a group of elves remained, hiding under a tree, not daring to make a move.

They hid beneath a large tree, where a pack of hungry wolves had gathered; anyone who dared to go down would be attacked.

The elves are close to nature and can communicate with all things, but they are particularly wary of these out-of-control wolves.

When hungry, elves are also on the menu, and over the long years, more than one elf has been attacked by wolf packs.

Not to mention that at this moment, the wolf pack gathered in the forest was clearly controlled by extraordinary means.

These are monsters, completely devoid of reason, and there is absolutely no possibility of communication with them.

Even the elves dared not jump down to their deaths at this moment, and could only obediently hide in the trees and watch.

They did not believe that the attackers would ignore them or could launch an attack at any time.

The village had previously been attacked by slave hunters, resulting in damage and the ruthless killing of many of its members.

Now these wicked people have been killed by the wolves, which can be considered a fitting punishment for their crimes.

At this moment, the elven slaves were all silently thanking the gods for making this group of villains pay the price for their crimes.

Perhaps the only regret is that they didn't personally take action and cut off all the heads of those villains.

They themselves had no idea what would happen next; they could only leave everything to fate.

A figure dressed in a black robe slowly walked in, stepping on the bones of the slave hunters.

The ferocious wolves all lowered their heads as he passed by, showing a submissive posture.

"Come down from the tree yourselves. You'd better not force me to do it, or you'll suffer a terrible death."

The voice resounded in my mind; it was clearly an extraordinary technique, completely unrestricted by language.

Faced with such a warning, the group of elves no longer harbored any illusions and could only obediently jump down from the tree.

They gathered under a tree, not daring to make any rash moves.

The man in black robes remained silent, observing the group before him as if scrutinizing them. "Your slave-trafficking unit has destroyed your homes, and in the future you will be trained and auctioned off, becoming lifelong servants of the powerful and wealthy."

Without experiencing that kind of darkness, you can never truly understand the pain it causes, and it will make you live in torment for the rest of your life.

Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor. Whoever caused all this must pay a heavy price.

Today I have saved you, and I am willing to offer you an opportunity to take revenge on the mastermind behind it all!

Upon hearing the words of the man in black, the elven slaves' eyes lit up, as if they had come to life in an instant.

The grief and anger in their hearts transformed into courage and anticipation at this moment, an urgent desire to avenge their deceased relatives and friends.

No matter what the enemy's background is or what kind of backer they have, when it comes to fighting to the death, none of these become concerns or obstacles.

The man in black robes had already earned the gratitude of the elven slaves by driving a pack of wolves to hunt down a group of slave hunters.

At this moment, he made a promise to help them take revenge on the mastermind behind the scenes, which made the elven slaves even more grateful.

They didn't care whether the man in black was using them or not. As long as they could achieve their goals and make their enemies behind the scenes pay the price, they didn't care about losing their own lives.

However, in a short period of time, the initial hostility and vigilance quickly transformed into a shared hatred of the enemy.

Sensing the change in everyone's attitude, the man in black robes nodded in satisfaction, and then ordered the elven slaves to clean up the battlefield.

At this moment, an elf suddenly spoke up: "There should still be a wounded human in our group. Where is he now?"

The other elves were taken aback upon hearing this, then suddenly realized what had happened and said they had seen Tang Zhen being pulled up a tree.

They couldn't remember exactly which tree it was, but it must have been nearby.

The black-robed monk standing to the side, upon hearing the elves' conversation, immediately asked in a somber tone, "Isn't there a wounded human in this group?"

If you listen carefully, you can sense a hint of surprise.

The unexpected information that he suddenly learned left the black-robed cultivator bewildered and even incredulous.

Before launching the attack, he had surveyed the entire group but found no trace of the wounded human.

But he also knew that this group of elven slaves could not deceive him unless they were all experiencing hallucinations.

This unusual situation must be thoroughly investigated, otherwise it could very likely leave hidden dangers.

The black-robed wizard questioned them separately, even using extraordinary methods, but received the same answer.

Their descriptions were largely consistent, confirming that there was definitely a wounded Human player in the group.

They also reported that the human casualty was behaving strangely, and that a snake-like monster was providing him with various elixirs.

Hearing the descriptions from the crowd, the black-robed cultivator became increasingly uneasy, feeling as if a pair of eyes were watching him from the shadows.

From the start of the battle until now, he has remained calm and composed, believing that everything is under control.

The existence of the human wounded soldier mentioned by everyone, yet which he had never seen, brought deep fear and unease to the black-robed cultivator.

He had no way of knowing whether this was a collective hallucination or an encounter with a powerful cultivator.

After pondering for a moment, the black-robed cultivator looked at the treetop and made an inviting gesture.

"If you don't mind, you can come along with me to the secret camp to rest."

After waiting for more than ten breaths, there was no response, only the rustling sound of the wind.

"Heh, how ridiculous..."

The black-robed cultivator smiled to himself, guessing that even if there were any wounded humans, they had probably already taken the opportunity to escape.

That invitation was truly laughable.

He didn't notice that a group of elves cleaning up the battlefield were all staring at a large tree in front of him, as if someone were there. (End of Chapter)