"You're fucking crazy!" The bald man freaked out, he was afraid of Rameshirai's bow and arrow, and deliberately blocked the hostage in front, and the hostage fell down.
Usher was a bit more sophisticated, he observed and said to the ranger in a sarcastic tone: "Your play is too fake, only shot in the shoulder at a distance of 20 meters? You didn't even try to kill him."
"There was no need to aim for the vitals." Although Rameshirai was smiling, there was the same light under his eyes as Usher. "I quenched the poison, to give you more time to think about it."
"It's true! The blood didn't come out and the arrow had red belladonna juice on it!" The bald man shouted again.
Red belladonna juice, blood clotting type of poison, internally ineffective must be external injuries to see blood, slow to kill, expensive, and other disadvantages, but - the poison has no antidote. Usher's heart plucked cold, actually play really. He nervously grabbed the genie in his hand, and suddenly reacted to the people do not seem to mind.
Usher gulped and asked, "What do you want?"
"As I said, you want money, I want war credit. The long run is better than a one-time deal, so five corpses." Rameshirai sneered and spread his palms, like the Grim Reaper who claims souls.
Usher ran fast, analyzing the situation at hand, and sadly found that he seemed to have little choice. The bald man was so anxious that he didn't even have any chips left in his hand. Lee rolled urine flopped on the ground and begged: "Never trust the trickery of pointy ears, I still have a pregnant wife at home, my disabled mother waiting for me to go back to give birth to my wife ..."
The preverbal cries distracted Usher, he just wanted to shout roll, he saw the softball on his knees raised his hand, the wrist sleeve arrow cold glitter.
"Phew."
Less than two fingers long just stab power is limited, but close enough to penetrate the skull is definitely enough. Usher only had time to tilt his head slightly, and the spike penetrated his gills, smashing half of his teeth in the process.
"Kill!" Ush roared in anger, blood spurting out along with the broken tooth.
The fight was lackluster, and the bald team had little morale, seeing that the leader had failed to turn his head and run. Ush did not make a move, he remained mostly focused on Ramsilai, the hostage's neck sword blade does not relax. Instead, behind him, two loyal followers, armed with wooden shields to cover the leader's back, while defending against life-threatening arrows that could appear from any angle, while taking out their crossbows to fire point blank.
The battle ended with five more bodies on the ground, and the bald man proved with his life that shamelessness requires strength to sustain it. The dying elf lay on the ground, and in the eyes of the crowd he was dead.
"You asked for battle credits." Ush barely managed to squeeze out a smile, he was 100% wary of Rameshirai. Secretly vowed that if he could get out alive, he would do this order to resolutely call it quits and take his savings to Razor City to open a casino. There is nothing more frightening than a ranger who does not put the lives of his fellow citizens at heart, and Rameshirai has left Usher without a foothold within the forest.
"Good cooperation." Rameshirai no longer kept the cruel smile that made him sick and calmly spoke the signal.
[Advanced Teleportation]!
Hora appeared on top of Usher's head, adjusted his falling position, and two hind hooves directly stepped on the head of his shield-wielding followers, crushing them all along the spine. The front hooves landed on Usher's shoulders, and the powerful brawn combined with the gravitational potential energy to "stomp" both arms down.
Usher let out a scream of human limits, the last action before the arms left the body is to slit his throat, die to pull on the elf.
Hora body down low, the spiral tip of the horn just touched the elf, [healing moderate wound] let the vein of blood fountain did not have time to spurt, the wound healed. At the same time the rangers let loose their arrows, shooting the two stunned humans into a sieve.
The first thing Ramesile felt was the side of his fellow human who had been shot by himself, cut off the arrow shaft with his skinning knife and pulled out the arrow. The blood around the wound was clotted into a crimson gel, and a further delay would have caused death by shock.
Hora came over and stomped hard on the back kick, which was covered with broken bones. First [neutralize the toxin], the blood immediately returned to flow, and then patch up the wound with a healing spell. Rameshirai breathed a sigh of relief, this plan is very risky, teleportation spell only once a day, then you must first solve a group of slave catchers, but can not be forced to attack. Now that everything is finally going well, he had worried about whether [Neutralize Toxin] could deal with all types of poisons.
Rameshirai walked over to Usher, the newly baked "human stick" both shoulders are gone, the white shoulder blade half exposed, blood spurting out. Knees poking on the ground, probably thigh bone is also finished.
"Hora, I remember you should have another healing spell, can you keep him alive, one-eyed Usher in the chief slave catcher is not low, can ask some information about the attack."
"I refuse. Unicorns never save the wicked, no matter what the reason. Also I would caution that my healing spells are useless for an injury of his magnitude."
Rameshirai shrugged his shoulders, and he gave it a tentative try. The vicious one-eyed soon took his last breath with a death that matched his reputation.
Dagger, poison, food ... how come they didn't bring something written, can't Usher read? Ramesile was rummaging through the bodies when an elven recruit leaned over, his face out of place.
"Something to say."
"... Ramesile ... Captain, although we saved our compatriots, your tactics were risking the lives of the hostages, and I will report this irresponsible and rash attitude as such."
"You do as you please." Rameshirai looked indifferent and didn't bother to look at him. "You can charge me to the council of elders after the war, but for now I'm still the captain, and you must listen to me."
The new recruit was surprised, he thought Ramesilai would flip out. At that moment another ranger spoke in a low voice, he was an old subordinate of Ramsilai. "Not a word when announcing the plan, chirping after the fight, pretending to be some kind of saint ..."
The recruit's face turned pig's liver color and his lips trembled. His war experience is not enough to understand that cruel choices are so common and so helpless.
Hora watched coldly, the elven infighting did not interest him, what he was curious about was the military literacy and tactical level of Rameshirai. The integration of the unicorn's alliance was not completed in a short time, and the process of turning tribes used to diaspora into a united society and building a new class system stumbled. In the words of Lysatos, it is the conversion of the camp of chaos to the camp of order.
The king of unicorns considered that it was also time to second a few generals to Tyria for military training, which would help in the establishment of discipline and regulations.
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Lysatos in his elven form was lying on a pile of treasures looking through a tome. It was not a high magic tome, but the Bible of the Lord of Rituals, which recounted the legends and teachings of that god. The Bible reveals the hidden secrets of the gods better than the history books that are likely to be smudged. But that requires patience and care to penetrate the heavy obstacle of magnificent words.
The golden dragon happens to have little patience this time, and he keeps his elven form just like using the size difference to make the treasure pile appear larger and larger. Normally the mage would not use self-deceiving psychological comfort, but since the king's banquet, certain things deep in the mind gradually surfaced, and can not remember what it is, let Lysatos some annoyance.
Vlamir teleported into the dragon nest: "Master ..."
"What for?" Lysatos's tone was not very good.
"Do you feel that Princess Tia is somewhat like your student."
"Like which one? Ferrum's or Heaven Hill's?
"Mairosa, the Mairosa of the Athasian Plane."
"Snap." Lysatos closed the book as he finally thought of the feeling that could not be grasped. Memories that had been emotionally suppressed in dark corners surfaced.
"How did you come up with that?"
Devil's Eye mulled over the wording, worried about touching his master's worse emotions. "I just thought ... she was very energetic when she argued."
Lysatos came through the half-dimensional gate to the river valley and was hearing Drusilla arguing with the generals, "What do you mean you must give up? The scattered compatriots in the east cannot be ignored, no matter how poorly staffed they are, they must be divided into search parties, or I will find them myself!"
Very similar indeed, Lysatos was in a bit of a trance, the tide of memory roiling. Mairosa is similar in age to Drusillia elves, but she is in the background of the blood-red sunset and endless desert, only a few rags around the female warrior grabbed the animal skin wine sac booze, mixed with the halfling blood of the strong wine flowing down a moving throat.
She tossed the wine sac to the human form of Lysatos, grinning with a row of white teeth: "You have defeated me, either kill me and retain the glory of the elves; or teach me spells, losing to your own teacher is not against tradition."
"Is there a third way?"
"There is! Marry me! Hahahahahaha ..."
...
The memory died with the wind, and the hurt choked Lysatos' soul. He came back to his senses and found himself standing behind the Elven Princess.
"Torchmage?" Drusillia looked at him.
[Pacify the Mind]. This divine art not only excludes unnatural extremes of emotion, but also calms anger and sorrow, for the elf, and for himself.
"I ... just want to say, Liya, never hold your loved ones and friends hostage with your concern for yourself, the consequences it will cause will make you regret for the rest of your life."
Drusillia was surprised that this was somewhat of a shallow exchange of words. The princess looked back, saw the concerned eyes of the elven generals, and her heart softened for a moment.
"Okay, I will not go to the battlefield, but my fellow countrymen can not give up, this is the bottom line, is it okay?"
The generals nodded their heads as if relieved.
"That's all, thank you for your aphorism, Torch Mage."
"It's nothing." Lysatos said and walked away. Chagrined at his uncontrolled emotions, he had thought that hatred and loneliness had closed the mind after the Battle of Athas. Now he desperately needed the drudgery to give himself his full attention, to push down the grief and memories.
Analyzing the body of the chief priest was a good choice.