Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree-Chapter 221 - 215: The Mercenary Who Knows When to Stop

Chapter 221 -215: The Mercenary Who Knows When to Stop

Elf Forest, Feilengcui.

Having just finished moving bricks for the NPCs, Demacia checked his pitiful personal reputation rating, sighed, and entered the Teleportation Array leading to the Chosen City.

With a flash of light, he returned to the central square of the Chosen City.

However, as soon as he arrived, he felt something was amiss.

“Why are there so few people today?”

Observing the sparsely populated square, Demacia was somewhat surprised.

*As the main city for players, the Chosen City was bustling from dawn to dusk, and the central square connected by the Teleportation Array to Feilengcui was the most prosperous place in the entire city.*

*Especially at night, after new players joined during the third test, there were bonfire parties here every night. They even started setting up barbecue stands recently. Alice had become numb to it all and no longer cared.*

But tonight…

The bonfire was there, but the crowd in the square was unusually sparse.

Moreover, Demacia noticed quite a few people hurriedly packing their gear and running toward the southeast part of the city.

“Where is everyone?”

Demacia was stunned.

He quickly grabbed a player who was running towards the southeast and asked, puzzled,

“Hey brother, where are you going? Where’s everyone from the square?”

The player looked at Demacia, surprised,

“Demacia, big boss? You haven’t gone yet?”

“Big boss my foot, I’m clearly the player with the lowest reputation rating server-wide…”

Looking at his reputation score, Demacia was on the brink of tears.

Player: …

The player cleared his throat and said,

“Ahem… no one told you? There’s a hidden quest triggered over at Black Dragon Castle. A group of human mercenaries came, and they’re fighting! I heard there’s a Silver BOSS with a full set of magic gear! Everyone’s heading that way!”

“Human mercenaries, hidden quest?”

Demacia was slightly stunned and quickly opened his chat system, immediately seeing an overwhelming amount of chat messages…

The Nature’s Heart Guild’s chat channel was already exploding:

“Oh no! The human army is attacking Black Dragon Castle!”

“What? A human army?”

“It seems to be mercenaries! They’ve fought their way into the castle! It’s chaos over there!”

“Are they strong?”

“Yes! And there’s a Silver BOSS! Full set of magic gear! Seems to be a Magic Swordsman!”

“Crap! A plot event triggered! Another plot event for sure!”

“Hurry up! Team up and join the fight! If we win, it’s Silver gear for us!”

Even his friend list was a sea of red messages:

“Demacia! Hurry up and join the team! Fight’s on at Black Dragon Castle!”

“Brother, where are you?”

“Reply quickly!”

Even Li Mu called out to him several times,

“Where are you? Gather up!”

“…”

“Done scrubbing the toilet?”

Demacia: …

*Ever since he got halfway through scrubbing the toilet, and got allured by the guild’s invitation to the Underworld to partake in a pyramid scheme, nullifying days of toilet scrubbing efforts… Demacia, when he grinds for NPC favor, now endures by muting chat messages.*

*So… he only found out about this now!*

“When did this happen?!”

He eagerly asked.

“Well… not too long ago, just over ten minutes ago. I think Sister Meow triggered it first! I heard she’s still captured!”

This player replied.

He was a member of the Mengmeng Committee.

Demacia realized,

“That flat-chested middle-school brat again? She’s so lucky!”

Player: …

“Demacia, big boss, I won’t stick around. My teammates are calling me, I’m off!”

The player twitched his mouth, waved to Demacia, and scurried away.

And Demacia stood there dazed for a few seconds, then hurriedly pulled out his weapon, contacting Li Mu while dashing toward the southeast location where the Teleportation Array for Black Dragon Castle was set…

…

Black Dragon Castle, in the hall.

Gazing at the increasing number of elves, Crocodile’s face began to turn pale…

The castle hall, expanded considerably for the activities of the Black Dragon, was now fully packed with heavily armed elves.

Looking around, there were at least several hundred of them!

They crowded, cursed, and approached the mercenaries; the ones at the front had already clashed with them.

However, due to the sheer number of elves, those at the back couldn’t even form a proper formation and ended up pushing against each other chaotically.

But, despite the comical sight of the elves’ scrum, Crocodile couldn’t muster any joy.

As more and more elves appeared, his emotions swiftly shifted from joy to shock, then from shock to fear!

Thirty elves were easy for them to handle.

A hundred elves? If he unleashed his full power, plus the mercenaries’ aid, quick victory wasn’t out of the question.

But now…

The hall was packed with no fewer than three hundred elves!

Not to mention, they were all well-armed, and most were of Black Iron Middle Rank strength!

What was even more shocking was the Array at the back still flickering with light.

If not for the fact that the Array was filled with transported elves, possibly even more would have been teleported from who knows where…

*How on earth are there so many elves?!*

*Have all the remaining young elves in the world gathered here?!*

*When did the Elf Clan become so common?!*

Crocodile was in a daze.

*To his knowledge, the largest slave black market of the Holy Mania Empire held at most just under two hundred elf slaves.*

*Never mind that less than half of those were young elves!*

*Here… hundreds of elves, all robust young adults!*

“C-chief… Are we still fighting?”

A mercenary cautiously asked, noticing the increasingly grim expression on their leader’s face.

“Fight my ass! Grab those tied-up elves, prioritize the females, and retreat!”

Crocodile cursed, decisively choosing to retreat.

*They had already summoned hundreds of Black Iron Middle Rank elves!*

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*Even though with his Silver Middle Rank strength, plus a hundred subordinates, truly fighting would only be a matter of time before victory, but—*

*The Teleportation Array over there was still flickering!*

*Crocodile… genuinely didn’t dare to speculate how many more elves hadn’t arrived yet.*

*By the Eternal Lord!*

*Where did all these elves come from?*

However, Crocodile no longer had time to ponder this question.

*He and his crew had already been fighting here for over ten minutes.*

*And such a large battle could attract the Black Dragon back at any moment.*

*If the Black Dragon returned, they might all be stuck here.*

*So… knowing when to quit and bringing the captured elves in retreat was the right move!*

He quickly pulled a Magic Scroll from his pocket and tore it open!

After a subtle wave of magic, a large blob of gray-black smoke formed in his hand.

Crocodile flicked his hand, and the smoke rapidly spread, obscuring the elves’ vision…

In the hall, players coughed one after another.

“Grab the people! We’re retreating!”

Having done all this, Crocodile ordered, carrying a thoroughly bound female elf over his shoulder and running outside…

The remaining human mercenaries followed suit, taking the elves they had previously tied to the walls and hurriedly running out of the castle.

“Ugh, ugh… What’s this smoke? So choking!”

“Oh no! They’re escaping!”

“Quick, chase after them!”

After the mercenaries escaped the castle with their captive players, the remaining players quickly pursued.

But, once they exited the castle, Crocodile chuckled coldly. He pulled out another scroll from his pocket.

It was a magic scroll with golden edges, inscribed with complex magic patterns and runes.

As a seasoned Silver Expert, it was impossible not to have one or two trump cards.

This scroll was a rare spatial Magic Scroll obtained by Crocodile years ago while exploring an ancient ruin!

It was also the key reason Crocodile dared to risk entering the castle under the odds of Black Dragon’s discovery!

He began chanting incantations, and the Magic Scroll started to emit a soft glow…

Soon after, the scroll spontaneously combusted, sending out a pulse of unsettling magic, forming a shimmering portal in front of Crocodile!

Seventh-circle magic—”Teleportation Gate”!

This magic could last up to five minutes and transport targets up to five kilometers away!

Crocodile had already set up his camp to receive the teleportation, marking the exit point to his camp five kilometers away upon activating the scroll!

This was all meticulously planned in advance to avoid any possible counterattacks from the Black Dragon.

However, it unexpectedly needed to be used to evade the elves…

“Go!”

With the portal open, Crocodile commanded his men.

The mercenaries rushed in with their “spoils,” stunned and speechless…

As the last mercenary entered, the elves from the castle caught up.

“Oh no! They’re getting away!”

“Is this teleportation magic?!”

“Quick! Chase them!”

Pushing forth with their weapons, they thronged toward Crocodile like a swarm of locusts.

Watching the approaching elves, Crocodile momentarily felt tempted to lead some of them into the Teleportation Gate too…

On the other side of the gate, he had a thousand allies ready with ambushes. If elves entered, they’d be outmatched!

Crocodile doubted there’d be more elves than the members of his mercenary group!

Perhaps, a few hundred would be their limit?

However…this notion flickered briefly before he dismissed it.

For, he saw a growing shadow in the distant sky…

It was the Black Dragon!

Black Dragon… had returned!

*Knowing when to quit was the true secret to a mercenary group’s long-term survival.*

Crocodile gave a longing glance at the sky, then chuckled maliciously at the approaching elves:

“Consider yourselves lucky! See you!”

With that, he too stepped through the light gate…

The light gate shimmered slightly, then vanished into the darkness.

Leaving a group of empty-handed players staring at each other…

“Such a cautious fellow!”

Watching Crocodile’s series of actions from the players’ perspective, Eve couldn’t help but feel impressed…

“But… why take people back?”

Glancing at the players outside the castle chatting with the unlucky few who were captured, Eve sighed softly.