I have a city in another world

The black-robed monk turned around and directed the wolves to gather together and devour the remains of the hunting party members.

The dead wolves were also devoured by their companions, leaving only a pile of white bones.

After cleaning up the battlefield and removing all traces of the battle, prevent the enemy from obtaining any further intelligence.

All sorts of weapons and equipment were piled up by the elves; if valued at market price, this would be a considerable fortune.

Even second-hand equipment can be worth a lot of money.

The slave-catching teams were better equipped than ordinary mercenaries because they had wealthy backers who were willing to provide them with better logistical support.

Such a profitable business must be well maintained; otherwise, investors will not continue to invest.

Looking at the blood-stained equipment, the elves gritted their teeth. Those damned slave traders had used these weapons to kill their relatives and friends.

"Each of you can choose a set to use as your own weaponry and equipment, and you will need to use them to kill the enemy later."

The man in black glanced at the spoils, pocketed the money, and then gave orders to a group of elves.

Without any hesitation, everyone immediately began rummaging through the equipment to find a suitable weapon for themselves.

They live deep in the mountains and forests, isolated from the world, and they certainly have never seen these weapons and equipment before.

However, the battles they had experienced and the sights they had seen along the way had given the elves some understanding of the performance of these weapons and equipment.

If I had such weapons and equipment, I would never allow the slave-catching team to act recklessly.

While courage is important in battle, advanced equipment is of paramount importance.

Sending a group of men armed with swords and spears to fight an enemy wielding guns and cannons often results in a one-sided massacre.

The elders of the Elven race chose to avoid contact with the outside world and not to arm themselves with advanced equipment, believing that this would protect them from disaster.

Little did they know that this behavior was nothing short of suicide, making the entire clan pay the price for their foolish decision.

Survivors who had experienced war and death no longer held those outdated ideas; they only wanted to use the enemy's advanced weapons to kill all the enemies again.

After some selection, the elves were all armed, but some of the equipment didn't fit them well, making them seem somewhat cumbersome and laughable.

But if you look into their eyes, you'll feel a chill run down your spine.

His eyes were dull and indifferent, devoid of any emotion related to desire, like a walking corpse.

This indifference and calmness is truly terrifying; it shows a complete disregard for life and death.

This applies to enemies as well as to oneself, and there is no hesitation when it is necessary to take action.

Having weathered the storms of life, one can indeed grow up faster, allowing innocence and kindness to vanish overnight.

The black-robed monk secretly observed and found that the elves were in quite good condition, fully meeting the expected requirements.

With proper training, we can definitely hone our skills and become sharp blades, capable of carrying out special missions.

The operation was indeed a success, as they wiped out a slave-hunting team and gained a group of helpers along the way.

The black-robed wizard was very satisfied with his performance and gains on this trip, having perfectly achieved his expectations.

The only slight flaw was that the inexplicably wounded human never actually saw what the other person looked like.

According to the Elven description, the other party was likely a cultivator who kept a snake-like pet.

Encountering an injured cultivator was not unusual; what was strange was that during the period when the elves were insisting on the human's presence, he did not see the injured human.

He questioned the elves separately, repeatedly confirming the same thing, but received the same answer each time.

This is so strange that either the elf's memory is faulty, or there is something wrong with his eyes.

Of course, there is also the possibility that the other party used some special means to conceal themselves when being secretly observed.

However, the black-robed cultivator believed that such a possibility was extremely slim, and that the other party had no reason to take such action. He didn't understand the specifics of the situation, which made him vaguely uneasy.

However, there are many important things to do in the days to come, so there is no need to worry too much about this matter.

Once the elves had made their selections, the black-robed monk stored the spoils in his spatial storage. The battlefield had already been cleaned up.

If another fire is set, the traces will be completely eliminated, ensuring that no clues will be found.

In reality, there was no need for this, because the slave-catching team's backer knew perfectly well who had launched the attack.

The struggle between the two sides has now moved from covert to overt, with a full-scale attack underway.

He was just one of the members of the operation, responsible for clearing out the slave-catching team; his comrades were supposed to be attacking other enemy assets at this time.

He called to a group of elves and they continued along the original route.

The elves will still leave the forest, but the slave traders who destroyed the villages and slaughtered indiscriminately will remain in this forest forever.

After walking for about two hours, a road overgrown with weeds appeared before us, and occasionally we could see the remains of stone houses and other buildings by the roadside.

This is an ancient road with a history of thousands of years, opened up by an empire that no longer exists, solely for the purpose of conquering a mysterious and ancient kingdom.

At that time, hundreds of thousands of laborers were mobilized to open roads through mountains and build bridges over rivers. Secret medicines were sprinkled on the roadbed to prevent the growth of weeds and trees, and finally this mountain road was opened up.

A thousand years have passed, the empire that paved the way has long since vanished, and the mysterious kingdom in the mountains is buried in the wilderness.

But this road has miraculously survived, and the traces along the way are still clearly discernible.

The black-robed monk asked everyone to wait a moment, then sent a signal to his hidden companions to come and meet him.

At this moment, the elves gradually calmed down and were no longer as panicked as they had been at the beginning.

They stood by the roadside, silently following instructions, their hearts filled with fear and vigilance towards the outside world.

From childhood, I was taught that the outside world of the forest was full of danger and that those alien races were full of deep malice.

No matter what happens, you must not leave this forest, or you will be cursed and never be able to return to this home.

Standing outside the forest, the elves felt extremely uncomfortable, as if they were sitting on a burning furnace.

Some elves also exhibited strange changes in their bodies, similar to allergies, clearly indicating that their psychological state was affecting their physical health.

Such a sensitive constitution is both a bad thing and a good thing, indicating that the natural environment outside is not suitable for the elves. Apart from the forest, they are like fish out of water.

Due to their unique physical constitution, elves are well-suited to practicing certain techniques, but due to their bloody and cruel nature, they are often rejected and resented by the race.

But if it's for revenge, even if the techniques are evil and cruel, and go against the nature of the elves, they would probably do them without hesitation.

As he was pondering this, the black-robed cultivator suddenly noticed several elves glancing frequently at an open space nearby.

A question arose in his mind, so he casually asked, "What are you guys looking at?"

Upon hearing the black-robed wizard's question, the elves dared not conceal the truth and revealed that they were looking after the wounded human.

Upon hearing this, the black-robed cultivator felt a chill run down his spine, overwhelmed by an indescribable panic.

He stared intently at the open space, his divine sense constantly scanning it to confirm that there was nothing there.

Damn it, what's going on? Are the elves lying to me?

But judging from their appearance, they didn't seem to be lying at all. The deterrent effect of the battle was still there, and these elves dared not lie.

"You can all see that there's a wounded human there?"

The black-robed cultivator questioned the crowd, his tone intimidating, causing them to tremble with fear.

Faced with this mental pressure, the elves trembled and nodded in agreement that they could see it. (End of Chapter)