Chapter 2101: By the way, kill some guys who don’t deserve to be called elves

The slogan An Dong yelled before his death was heroic and angry.
The elf slave who had been imprisoned for a hundred years saw Joe's body hanging on the railing for several days, and the backlog of anger was finally completely aroused at this moment.
The strong slave smashed open the wooden door, and angry slaves swarmed out.
The harsh sirens sounded over the Brewster family.
"Go back to your circle! You stupid and despicable fellows!" The guards did not panic, the magician had already begun to build the ice wall and the earth wall.
Under the suppression of absolute strength, the number of people does not bring advantages.
A smooth and heavy ice wall built a stronger cell, allowing them to stand behind the ice wall and mock the slaves who were flailing their teeth and claws.
The body and wood left shallow marks on the ice wall, and the slave elves roared in anger and helplessly.
They looked beyond the ice wall, and the guards insulted Anton's body, but they were helpless.
This sense of powerlessness makes them deeply desperate.
Just like the destiny that was born, they never gave them the opportunity to choose.
At this moment, the sky cast a huge shadow.
The heavy ice wall suddenly shattered.
The magic wand in the hand of the magician also turned to ashes.
Everyone looked up and saw the giant beast shining with purple light under the moonlight.
And the beautiful elf with golden light sitting on the beast.
"It's Princess Irina!"
There are slave elves shouting!
The guards' eyes showed a panic for the first time.
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"What's the situation?" Elliott frowned when he came out in his pajamas.
"The patriarch, there is something wrong with the slave circle on the farm. The guards in the clan have already been sent, and there is no big wave." A middle-aged elf who looked like a housekeeper came forward and said respectfully.
"Hmph, these despicable guys, I will give them food and clothing so that they can survive, and even dare to make trouble." Eliot's face became cold, "Kill a few more this time, and the one I wanted to run a few days ago. Hanging up with the old guys, I want to see how much they want to leave here."
"Yes." The butler smiled and led the way.
Eliot yawned, turned around and went into the bedroom again.
Since being dismissed and returning to the domain, feeling the atmosphere of freedom raging in the Forest of Wind, Eliot blocked the fief, and all news of the glasses spread between slaves and servants.
He doesn't care about the flood outside, as long as he is in this castle, this territory, he is still the supreme king, with the right to kill and take.
Facts have proved that his approach is very effective.
When other lords cancelled their slave contracts and were forced to let go of their slaves, he still firmly controlled thousands of slaves.
They are the main force of farming, supporting the Brewster family and the Wind Forest.
Thousands of soldiers raised by the Brewster family, under the leadership of the housekeeper, were fully armed and surrounded the slave area.
Slaves are not eligible to live in the castle. They are kept in a low bungalow outside the castle like cattle and sheep, so they are also called slave pens.
Outside the low bungalow, there is a fence of iron thorns several meters high, covered with sharp and poisonous iron thorns.
The flame ignited the slave circle, and noisy sounds came from inside, it was fighting and cheering.
"Fire! Then arrest all those despicable guys who dared to rebel!" The butler ordered coldly.
The team agreed, and a water magician came forward and began to chant magic spells.
There were also heavily armed melee elves who opened the doors in three directions and swarmed in.
Slaves are just two-legged domestic animals with a long life, but anyone who has some beauty or magic talent will not be left here.
Coupled with the heavy shackles, they have no resistance in front of a powerful army.
There are even many elf soldiers who think that the guards must be asleep, otherwise dozens of guards in the slave circle alone will be enough to suppress all so-called rebellions.
But when they rushed into the slave circle, tried to solve all the problems with one charge, and then went back to sleep, they were stunned by the sight in front of them.
The battle is over.
All the guards were arrested, and they were all in the central clearing. Apart from scars on their faces, there was endless fear.
And those slave elves with shackles and angry and fanatical expressions are now surrounding the guards.
Of course, it was not the slave elves that stunned the soldiers.
But the huge purple-patterned griffin suspended in the air, and the beautiful elf sitting on the back of the griffin.
"It's Princess Irina!"
Some elves exclaimed.
The forward elf soldier stopped subconsciously, looking at Irina, he couldn't have the courage to attack.
They seemed to understand why the slave, who had been restless, suddenly became excited and aggressive tonight.
"His Royal Highness Irina, I am Dirk of the Brewster family. You are here late at night, what is your responsibility?" The butler bit his head and looked at Irina respectfully.
The Brewster family is not a powerful clan, and the patriarch Eliot is only a ninth-level magician, not even a tenth-level powerhouse.
And this place is far away from the city of life, even if he asks for help now, the high priest Helena may not be able to arrive in time.
Regarding the strength of Irina, everyone who has a brain in the Forest of Wind is very clear.
She appeared here at the moment, standing on the side of the rebelling slave.
He was panicked.
"Bring some elves away, and kill some guys who don't deserve to be called elves by the way." Irina said in a cold voice.
Dirk's face froze, he knew very well that in Irina's eyes, he might belong to one of those guys who didn't deserve to be called an elf.
"Albin, right? Find the murderer who killed Anton and Joe and avenge them." Irina looked at a thin elf below.
Albin nodded, picked up a blood-stained dagger from the ground, and walked towards the bound guards.
"Don't kill me... I didn't kill him... They killed him..." The guard leader who was thrown in the corner with his legs bent in horror called.
Albin stepped forward in silence, then stabbed his thigh with a knife, and then suddenly pulled it down, his muscles turned out, and blood gushed.
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The guard leader let out a scream.
The faces of the guards and the soldiers standing not far away changed.
Someone recognized Albin, the lean monkey responsible for slaughtering livestock on the farm.
"This knife was for Joe. Of course it was not enough. If you stabbed him twelve times, I will double it back to you, plus Anton's twenty-four. And, before I finish the stabbing, you don’t Will die, I can promise."
Albin looked at the guard leader and said indifferently, raising his hand and slashing on his left leg again, pulling out a hamstring.