Wizard: I crush legends with martial arts.

Even if the dark elves outside wanted to rush in to help, the warden was confident that he would be hesitant to engage his companions in close combat, as the whip-like blade would be difficult to wield.

The situation can be reversed as long as one enemy is eliminated first.

Even in a worse scenario, the warden was confident he could break through the wall and escape temporarily.

The warden's rapidly moving figure suddenly froze as the sword tip pierced through his chest.

It was a black scimitar that pierced straight through his back, splitting open his heart.

That was the fatal blow!

There's one more person?!

The warden's face turned ashen, like that of a dead fish.

The powerful fighting spirit emanating from the blade had already shattered his internal organs.

The dark elf, who had suddenly gotten up, was already close to him and plunged his sword into his neck.

The short sword and the scimitar were both removed from the body.

Two streams of blood shot out from the warden's chest like arrows, spraying onto the ground.

With his heart, the core of his fighting spirit, destroyed, the warden couldn't even muster the strength to make a final, desperate attack.

He collapsed, twitched once, and then remained motionless.

His wide-open eyes were filled with resentment.

The one who launched the sneak attack from the rear was Sharibel; the two priests of the Dark Church were merely a feint.

Salibell alone is no less powerful than the warden, and may even be stronger. However, it will take a lot of effort to defeat the warden in a fight.

When it comes to assassination, there's no need to talk about martial ethics.

Achieving results with minimal cost is the right path.

"How are you?" Sharibel asked.

"It's nothing!" The dark elf priest, who had been kicked, had already cast the 'Dark Healing' spell; it was just a minor injury.

Sharibel nodded and then instructed, "You can send out the signal now."

Another priest slipped to the window and raised his hand.

A jet-black ball of light shot straight into the sky and then suddenly exploded.

Under the bright lights of the Guyana prison, the black flames were particularly conspicuous.

Theon and his Redwood followers in the woods were growing increasingly anxious.

What was only a few tens of minutes felt like decades to Theon and Kaeti.

The more silent they are, the more worrying it is.

Upon seeing the flare signal, they immediately rushed towards Guyana Prison.

But they discovered that the guards on the wall had fallen like dominoes, and in their place appeared dark elves that seemed to emerge from the air.

The prison gates opened from the inside.

We passed through the square where prisoners were allowed to exercise and entered the prison.

There was no room for the Red Forest Party to maneuver; all the guards had been killed and lost their lives.

Only the dark elves appeared in the passageway as if nothing had happened.

They did not appear to be injured.

The strength of the Dark Elves secretly alarmed everyone in the Red Forest Party.

Having fought against the lord's army many times, they were seasoned veterans, but they still couldn't suppress their shock at what seemed like a one-sided massacre.

Thankfully, they're on our side!

The crowd immediately cheered, for the power of the dark elves had saved them from many sacrifices.

Many people had even written their wills to their families before they came.

Going to the battlefield, no one can guarantee whether they will survive.

Moreover, it's a tough battle.

Unexpectedly, the outcome was so surprising.

Sharibel, accompanied by several priests, strolled casually to Kaeti. "Your Highness, all the enemies have been eliminated. We will not interfere with how to deal with the prisoners. It is up to you to show your courage and persuade them to serve you."

Kaetti nodded emphatically. "Thank you for your hard work!"

"Just don't forget your promise, no need to be so polite." Sharibel smiled slightly and stepped aside.

Before coming, Kaetti had already prepared his speech in his mind through communication with Master Godin and under his guidance.

Having completely taken control of the situation, all that Kaeti needed to do was explain to these radical scholars his future stance and plans for governing, his determination to give up royal privileges for the sake of the country, and get them to join the fight against the tyranny of Lollolith.

Although Lollolit is dead, his forces remain, and the capital is still under their control.

Although Kaeti still felt a little nervous, she knew that she had to be prepared to become a queen and rule a country.

It's just a bunch of radical scholars, so it's not much of an obstacle!

You can't rely solely on the help of others!

Alphonse and the Dark Elves have already provided enough assistance!

Alphonse and his group were afraid of going the wrong way or missing out on information from Tethys, so they questioned every tribe they encountered.

In a wild boar tribe, they obtained some useful information.

Taixi did indeed visit this place.

They were probably heading towards the habitat of the Minotaur people.

As we ventured deeper into the territory of Bozak, we encountered many strange-looking orcs, but none of them were particularly cute, such as cat-people or rabbit-people.

Alphonse really wanted to see what the rabbit tribe among the orcs looked like.

Rabbits are so great! Just imagine real-life bunny girls, hehe!

You can actually see cute girls with bunny ears on their heads in person at Bozak!

Only after asking Mahaya did she learn that the rabbit race in this other world was not as weak as she had imagined. Although they were not good at fighting, they were proficient in using various witchcrafts, especially healing spells.

Because of this, they were given important positions and lived in the Beast King City.

They are not called the Rabbit Clan, but the Krolek Clan.

The cat people are called the Lucios, and they are vassals of the Leopard Leoba.

It doesn't sound like a transliteration of English. According to the conventions of Western fantasy novels, cat people should be the Kate race.

According to the information given by the boar-men, the Minotaur race are fierce and brutal berserkers with bull heads and bodies as strong as steel. If you are captured by them, you will definitely be devoured.

This is different from what I heard from Ctesi before, who said that the Minotaur were quite docile.

Or is it because of different attitudes toward different races?

Are they particularly friendly to dwarves?

The Minotaur people lived in a rift valley called "The Crack of the Earth," where there were many ancient buildings and labyrinthine ruins, the origins of which were unknown.

Orcs generally wouldn't venture into that area; it's too easy to get lost there.

It took Alphonse and his two companions quite some time to reach the 'Crack in the Earth' riding on the Shadow Dragon.

Standing on the edge of the rift valley and looking down, you can see a fairly large area.

All the buildings exude a classical style, as if they were taken from a historical painting. There are haphazardly arranged buildings with many arches, resembling bridges, which are connected to houses with ridged roofs that are quite similar to those in ancient Greece.

Those dilapidated bridges seem to form passageways between all the buildings, with layer upon layer of buildings cleverly stacked together to form a natural maze.

The ruins below seem to be much larger than expected, and there is no sign of human habitation at all.

"How magnificent! How can this maze be so big!" Mahaya exclaimed in amazement.

Mia nodded in deep agreement. She didn't have a good impression of ruins; the ruins that the Emerald Territory had explored had caused a demonic disaster.

However, it seems that the enormous ruins at the bottom of this rift have nothing to do with the demon race. (End of Chapter)