Elf Kingdom:Game of the World Tree Chapter 140 – Chapter 140: Chapter 139: Who Exactly Is He?

Chapter 140: Chapter 139: Who Exactly Is He?
 

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“Rein… reinforcements?”

Nightingale was slightly taken aback.

Boxed Lunch didn't say much more, kicking open the prison door that Nightingale had unlocked and was the first to step out.

“Go rescue the others.”

He tossed this line and then headed to the dungeon's entrance, hiding in the shadow of the stairwell's corner.

The entire cell trembled again, and there seemed to be a faint hint of exclamations from the humans.

Nightingale's sharp ears twitched slightly, and her eyes gradually brightened.

She sniffed her red nose, wiped the traces of tears from the corners of her eyes, and then also dashed out of the cell, heading for the cell where several young elves were held.

“Sister Nightingale!”

Seeing Nightingale running over, several elves rushed up to meet her simultaneously.

“Step back, I'll unlock it.”

Nightingale said.

The young elves nodded and obediently stepped back.

An older elf hesitated for a moment, curiously asked,

“Sister Nightingale… who is he?”

He looked in the direction where Boxed Lunch was hiding.

Nightingale hesitated for a moment and answered,

“A friend I met along the way, here with me to rescue you.”

*It seemed… she hadn't even asked his name yet…*

Nightingale felt a little embarrassed.

Soon, she unlocked the cell door, and the younger elves were reinvigorated, scrambling out of the cell.

However, at this moment, urgent footsteps suddenly came from the staircase at the dungeon's entrance.

“Quick… get those elves, let's go!”

“Damn it! Where did that crazy Black Dragon come from?”

“I wonder how long Lord Belus can hold out…”

“Doesn't it know we're from the Sorren family?! Just a mere young Black Dragon!”

“Stop talking, let's hurry.”

Two fully-armed human mercenaries jogged down, cursing as they went.

As soon as they reached the underground, they saw Nightingale and the others escaping.

In an instant, Nightingale locked eyes with them.

Mer… mercenaries!

Her pupils narrowed slightly.

*Damn! We've been discovered!*

Nightingale's expression tightened, and she hastily shielded her younger siblings behind her.

The two human mercenaries were stunned seeing the escaping elves.

Soon, their faces turned vicious, ready to call for reinforcements.

But just as they were about to shout, an agile figure suddenly burst out from behind them!

It was Boxed Lunch.

He held a dagger, his expression indifferent, darting past the two shocked mercenaries like swift lightning…

His movements were graceful and fast, the dagger effortlessly slicing through their bodies as he passed by.

In that second, a glaring silver light flashed before Nightingale's eyes.

Skill—[Double Flash Stab]

When she looked closely again, she found Boxed Lunch already at her side.

“Alright, let's go.”

He put down the dagger in his hand, calmly said.

Go?

Watching the unharmed mercenaries behind Boxed Lunch, Nightingale was astonished.

At this moment, a long bloodline suddenly appeared on the necks of the two mercenaries…

With a “squish,” a terrifying wound appeared on their necks, spraying a stream of blood.

Their expressions still held a trace of confusion, as if they hadn't figured out what had happened.

Nightingale only saw them clutching their necks in disbelief, spitting out clots of blood, their bodies going limp, eventually falling slowly to the ground…

At that moment, Nightingale finally reacted, looking at Boxed Lunch in shock.

She covered her mouth in amazement, her eyes filled with awe and wonder:

He… he just instantly killed two level-15 human mercenaries with a single strike?

*To be so powerful even under a racial curse, unlike the usual rigid clan members…*

*Who is he?*

What a formidable and mysterious log!

The young elves were equally amazed as they looked at Boxed Lunch.

There was a mix of fear and admiration in their expressions…

The younger ones were shielded by the older elves to prevent them from seeing the gruesome scene.

Vaguely, Boxed Lunch could hear the elves marvel:

“Such… such an amazing brother…”

“Could he be… the legendary Elf Wanderer?”

“Feels… a bit terrifying…”

Boxed Lunch glanced at everyone without care and turned to walk up the stairs:

“Keep up.”

He said.

Nightingale was momentarily stunned, then her spirits lifted, calling her siblings to follow.

When stepping over the mercenaries' bodies, she hesitated momentarily, then bravely picked up their weapons and led the other elves to follow Boxed Lunch's pace.

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When they exited the dungeon, they found the interior of the tower already in chaos.

The members of the human caravan were hurriedly packing up, while most of the mercenaries acting as guards were nowhere to be seen.

Outside the tower, human screams could faintly be heard mixed with the playful and teasing dragon's roar…

No formidable enemies were in the tower.

Boxed Lunch's eyes flickered as he gripped the dagger in his hand.

Seeing the sudden rush of elves from the dungeon, the caravan members gasped in shock:

“Elves!”

“How did they escape?”

“Quick! Quickly subdue them!”

Several mercenaries, hearing the caravan members' cries, hurried over from outside.

Boxed Lunch's eyes flickered, once again diving into the crowd.

His movements were agile, as if in an uninhabited place. The human mercenaries rushing up were swiftly struck at their weak points!

“Black Iron Middle Rank! He must be a Black Iron Middle Rank elf!”

“Quick… go call the leader!”

Seeing the mercenaries easily defeated under Boxed Lunch's attacks, the remaining caravan members exclaimed in shock.

One of the members hesitated a moment, picked up a bag of Gold Coins, and turned to run out of the tower.

“Hmph.”

Boxed Lunch's eyes flickered, picking up a steel sword from the ground and throwing it out.

The steel sword shot out rapidly, piercing through the escaping caravan member, leaving him utterly cold.

…

Outside the tower.

About twenty human mercenaries, under the leadership of the Silver Mage and Silver Warrior, struggled to confront the Black Dragon Mairrel…

The ground was marked everywhere with the signs of the ravaging Dragon Breath, and several unlucky mercenaries had already fallen.

The Black Dragon, however, was unscathed, flying in the sky, looking down at the mercenaries on the ground with a playful gaze.

The Silver Mage Belus looked at the young Black Dragon, unclear where it had come from, his expression grim.

How many years had it been!

How many years had it been!

Since the clan leader of the Sorren family broke through to legend and connected with that one from the Netherworld, it had been many years since anyone dared to challenge the Sorren family's authority!

Unexpectedly, just a Silver Upper-young Black Dragon dared to challenge them!

Damn beast! Arrogant!

Belus gripped the Magic Wand tightly, his face darkened.

He looked at the mercenaries falling around him, gnashing his teeth:

“Black Dragon, do you know who we are?”

“Tch! Just an evil smuggling caravan!”

Mairrel glanced at him disdainfully, roared a “Rua~,” and haughtily said,

“Greedy, wicked humans! Leave all your treasures! Lord Mairrel might consider sparing you…”

“Ahem… ahem…”

Halfway through, a light cough suddenly came to Little Black Dragon's ear.

Mairrel's expression slightly stiffened, coughing dryly a few times, and then sternly puffed up,

“No, that's not right! Greedy, wicked humans! Leave all your treasures and the kidnapped elves! Lord Mairrel might consider letting you leave!”

At this time, Belus finally noticed a petite figure hiding behind the Black Dragon…

His eyes squinted slightly, then he cast a Lighting Technique.

The dark world was illuminated, and Belus saw clearly the Little Xian Miao on Black Dragon's back.

In an instant, his expression was filled with astonishment:

“An elf?!”

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