I have a city in another world

Chapter 6879 Battle in the Forest
In the stillness of the night, the screams sounded exceptionally clear.

The group of people in the watermill immediately got up after being startled and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Amidst the flickering firelight, a group of elves wore expressions of barely suppressed panic.

Having just experienced the destruction of their village and the tragic deaths of their people, these surviving elves have become unusually sensitive.

At the slightest sign of trouble, they react immediately, their eyes filled with undisguised fear.

Although he had successfully established his foundation and advanced to the extraordinary level, his mindset had not yet undergone a transformation.

They are filled with confusion and fear about the outside world. At the slightest disturbance, they cower and hide like a frightened animal, or adopt a fierce defensive posture, while in reality they are extremely panicked.

Fortunately, there was an experienced monk in the group who was very adept at handling such situations.

Yves did not immediately investigate, but instead ordered a group of elves to use the terrain of the watermill for defense.

He had previously ordered a group of elves to each select their own weapons and equipment in preparation for any possible retaliatory attacks.

When the slave-catching captain was attacked earlier, he sent out a distress signal, and his associates could not possibly remain indifferent.

Reinforcements are likely on their way or have already arrived; the screams that were just heard were from the enemy.

If that's the case, then why did they scream?

Yves felt a chill run down his spine and immediately thought of a possibility: perhaps besides them, there was a group of mysterious people wandering around on the periphery.

Their main task is to protect Tang Zhen's safety, and they also play the role of invisible men.

If Tang Zhen is not in danger, he will remain hidden in the shadows, but if danger approaches, they will immediately jump out.

Many powerful and influential families and religious communities maintain such teams in order to play a role in critical moments.

Given Tang Zhen's demonstrated strength, it's only natural that he would have such covert protection.

Thinking of this, Yves couldn't help but feel secretly fortunate.

Fortunately, he didn't have any wicked thoughts, otherwise he would have been beheaded without Tang Zhen's intervention.

The elves all mentioned that Tang Zhen was injured, so there is no doubt that the one who made the move was his secret bodyguard.

I was initially worried that we might encounter a formidable enemy, but now I feel much more relaxed.

The enemy may be formidable, but our own strength is equally considerable, so there is absolutely no need for fear.

Putting aside Tang Zhen's methods, Yves, who has now become a formal wizard, is far more powerful and capable than he was yesterday.

If we encounter a slave-catching team again, we don't need to use the wolves; we can defeat them directly.

The skills of a wizard apprentice are absolutely no match for those of a formal wizard; the difference between the two is enormous.

With that thought in mind, Yves rushed out to check the situation.

Aisha led a group of her people, using the watermill as cover, and relying on their natural affinity with nature, they perfectly hid among the plants.

Unless they come out on their own initiative, even if they walk right up to you, you won't be able to detect anything unusual.

However, this perfect concealment cannot escape the detection of advanced cultivators; it is only effective against ordinary people.

Even so, it can still play a significant role and effectively kill enemies in battle.

When the elves heard that the enemy they were facing might be accomplices of the slave-catching team, they all became murderous.

One characteristic of the alien races is unmatched by humans: they are extremely vengeful and will never let a grudge go easily for any reason.

Unlike humans, they don't always weigh the pros and cons and give up hatred for various reasons.

Ever since the village was attacked, they have been thinking about avenging their loved ones, wishing they could die together with the enemy immediately.

Now that I've just entered the extraordinary realm, the opportunity is right in front of me. How could I not be excited?
Because of Tang Zhen, the elves now understand rules better than ever before.

No one will act rashly without new orders.

Yves seemed to fly on the wind, instantly crossing the turbulent river and reaching the forest on the other side. In the past, he would never have been able to do this so easily, and might have had to go around the river.

His rapid improvement in strength made him extremely happy, and his confidence soared.

No matter who the enemy is, if they dare to provoke or offend you, you will surely not return alive!

By then he could hear the screams growing clearer, accompanied by gunshots and flames.

There was chaos in the forest ahead, with at least several hundred people present.

Yves approached quietly and witnessed a scene of purgatory.

In the clearings of the forest, corpses lay scattered about, and upon closer inspection, one could see that each of them had a hole in its body.

It was about the size of an egg, with charred marks around it, as if it had been burned through by a red-hot iron bar.

These people were fully armed, and some even wore alloy armor, which provided them with considerable protection.

However, this armor also had holes burned in it, with fairly neat and smooth edges.

There were also some sturdy trees, which also bore charred marks from being pierced, and flames were still burning fiercely at that moment.

Many other martial arts mercenaries were frantically dodging and defending themselves, occasionally firing their guns.

Others were casting spells, throwing and smashing things in all directions, seemingly attacking something.

Yves was surprised, but instead of taking any action, he hid in the shadows and observed silently.

He also wanted to know who had stopped the enemy, causing such a tragic scene.

It wasn't long before Yves saw a flash of light that instantly pierced through a mottled tree.

An enemy hiding behind a large tree was pierced at the same time, his body turning into a raging fireball.

Upon seeing this, the other enemies cried out in alarm and cursed, and quickly moved to other locations to hide.

Fearing that their hiding place would also be attacked, the big tree could no longer guarantee their safety.

However, that sliver of firelight continued to travel at breakneck speed, crashing violently into any figure it encountered.

In the blink of an eye, it easily pierced through, leaving a charred hole.

Suddenly, a figure darted out from behind the tree and then reached out and grabbed forward.

Wizard's Hand!

Yves, hiding in the shadows, immediately recognized that this was the work of a monk, and that the other party was a formal wizard.

With the power of the wizard's hand, one can grasp various objects from a distance and transform them into deadly attacks at any time.

A powerful cultivator can crush an armored vehicle from a distance.

The streak of fire flying in the air was momentarily frozen due to the wizard's hand binding it.

In that instant, Yves saw the flame clearly; it appeared to be a black iron chain covered in runes.

In the blink of an eye, the creature broke free from the wizard's grasp, then turned and charged toward the cultivator.

The cultivator exclaimed in surprise, immediately took out an item, and threw it into the air, where it transformed into a shield.

His body then turned into mist, and thick fog rose around him, seemingly to cover his escape from danger.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Yves faintly heard a mocking voice, as if saying that the wizard was overestimating himself.

Immediately afterward, the streak of fire flew into the thick fog, darting about like an eel.

Amidst the flickering firelight, a piercing scream suddenly rang out, followed by a figure falling from the thick fog.

It was the monk who had used the wizard's hand; there was a charred hole in the middle of his head, and his face was unusually grotesque in his gruesome death.