The spiritual power that originally roamed around the black elf's body instantly gathered on his hands.

Turned into drops of liquid and fell to the ground.

When the black 'pools' on the ground accumulate in one piece.

Ten chains poked out of the pool and were tied to the black elf's fingers.

The black elf flicked its arms sharply.

Unidentified objects emitting black gas rose one after another from the waterhole on the ground.

The ground around the black elves shook as well.

The fighters hurried to their feet in case they fell to the ground.

"What is this?" One soldier exclaimed.

"This is my 'pet' - the black slave. If you get too close, they'll bite. The black elf crouched down, touched the head of one of the creatures, and replied with a smile.

Cremont took a few steps forward with a grim expression, wanting to see what the creatures were.

It turned out that the creature shrouded in black gas turned out to be a human, or another form of a human.

Cremont frowned, and suddenly felt that the situation had become a little difficult.

"Hearn!" One of the soldiers shouted loudly, his tone full of horror.

"Oh my God." The soldier standing next to the soldier also covered his mouth and nose and exclaimed.

Hearn? When she heard the name, Cremont felt familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it.

Subconsciously looking up, it happened to collide with the gaze of a 'human'.

Cremont's breath faltered, and Hearn was one of the soldiers who had been attacked at the barracks gate yesterday.

Cremont remembered his face vividly, but he didn't expect to find it among the creatures wrapped around their necks in chains.

"Isn't Hearn being cared for in the tent?" Cremont spoke softly.

Able walked up to him and said, "I think we've found the reason why Heearn and they're unconscious." ”

Clemmont thought for a moment in his mind and said, "It turned out that the dark elves had taken their spirits away. ”

Able raised his finger and pointed at another black slave who was prostrate on the ground.

Cremont looked in the direction he was pointing, and sure enough, he spotted the appearance of the other soldier who had fainted yesterday.

"If there's anything that can be used to defeat humanity, it's humanity itself." The black elf shook the chain in his hand as if he were teasing a pet. Then he said to Calradia and his party.

"You've got it all figured out." Cremont's forehead was already faintly bursting with bruises.

At this time, a soldier quickly ran to Crémont's side and reported in his ear: "Captain Cremont, Captain DeWitt has escaped with his life. ”

"Okay." Cremont said in a deep voice. Then he turned to the warrior behind him and said, "Warriors, the other party tortured our comrades like this. In order to protect our companions and supplies, follow me! ”

"Kill!" All the Calradia soldiers waved their weapons.

Cremont didn't say anything more, clenched the broadsword in his hand, and rushed towards Cremmont.

The black elf led by the evil smiled, broke free of the chains in his hand, and turned around and walked outside the barracks. All the 'humans' who were crawling on the ground rushed towards the Calradian soldiers like jackals.

The soldiers of Calradia slashed their swords at the menacing ghosts, and as a result, their weapons passed through them, making little effect other than the sound of grinding against the air.

"Empty?" The Calradia soldier wondered.

Before they could come to their senses, the black slaves all swooped down on them.

Of course, the attack did not leave any real scars on the Carradia soldiers. It's just that the soldiers who were attacked fell to the ground one after another, squatting on the ground and crying.

"What are you crying about?" Cremont exclaimed in confusion as he dodged the attack of the black slaves.

Those who serve in the army are stronger than ordinary people in terms of willpower.

Cremont had been through four or five actual battles, and had never seen a warrior so bitterly silent on the battlefield.

After a moment of distraction, the black slaves found the opportunity to attack.

The moment the black slave pounced on him, piercing through Cremont's body.

Cremont's pupils dilated. The cold breath invaded the bone marrow, and the logic in the head became disordered.

Cremont felt as if he had left the battlefield. I kept hearing the cries that erupted from being abused by my father when I was a child.

Images from the depths of memory were salvaged ashore.

Clemmont couldn't hear the sounds around her, and could only keep recalling the scene when she was beaten to the point of being half dead.

"Dad, I was wrong." Cremont whimpered.

Seeing that Clemmont was about to burst out with the soldiers around him, his tear ducts erupted.

A pair of warm palms rested on his shoulders, restoring his sight.

Clemmont looked up at the man who had given him salvation.

"Abel?"

"Stand up. You just fell. ”

In the midst of the chaos of the battlefield, Able held out his hand to Cremont.

"Let's go!" A dark elf noticed the situation on Claremont's side and shouted to his companion, "That Elven man knows light magic. ”

The leader of the Black Elves also noticed that Able was radiating a holy light at this time. There was a look of surprise on his face.

Seeing that this group of Calradia soldiers was about to fall into their own hands. The fat that was delivered to the mouth was about to fly away. It's a pity.

The leader of the black elves gritted his teeth, and finally cast a spell to take back the black slaves on the battlefield, intending to run away with the others.

"Want to go? It's not that easy. Cremont, who had just been rescued by Abel, rushed to the front of the Black Elves with red eyes. He put his weapon around the opponent's neck.

The elven rescue came to the hands of every troubled Calradian soldier.

The soldiers regained their combat effectiveness, and at this time followed Clemmont to capture the fleeing black elves and hold them hostage under their swords.

"You're just a little luckier." The leader of the black elves narrowed his eyes dangerously: "If we really want to force you with your life, do you think we will not be able to defeat you?" ”

"Less nonsense. How do you stab our captain? And the spirits of our two soldiers, you can lift the ban on them immediately. Cremont pressed the blade down the back of the black elf's neck. Gritted his teeth.

"That knife was stabbed by a soldier in your ranks, what does it have to do with me." The leader of the black elves raised his head indifferently and said, "The spirits of the two soldiers you want, give them to you." ”

As he spoke, the chain on the fingers of his left hand snapped in two.

The two black slaves also disappeared.