Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

The small town was now filled with screams and cries.

Large areas of burning houses had already indicated the town\'s perilous situation.

Under the firelight, human militia wearing simple linen shirts and wielding basic knives, spears, and sticks were now fighting against another group of humans who were much better equipped, with iron knee and wrist guards, armor protection on key parts, and more well-trained.

In fact, it couldn\'t be called a fight.

These two forces were basically incomparable. The latter group of humans, with faces full of scars and the smell of blood, were wantonly slaughtering the town\'s militia.

The militia\'s defense line barely held on for a few rounds before quickly collapsing. These invaders, who seemed to be the "Bloody Hand Gang" mentioned in Yuffie intelligence, successively broke into the town.

They began to burn, kill, and loot from house to house, dragging out the hiding villagers one by one.

For those male villagers who still tried to resist, the members of the Bloody Hand Gang ruthlessly chopped down with axes, leaving headless villager corpses spurting blood, softly falling to the ground. This bloody scene triggered horrified screams from the other villagers.

As for most of the female villagers, they were taken away in batches as resources.

A small number of pretty-looking ones might be subjected to having sex on the spot. They didn\'t seem to care that it was in full view of everyone. Judging from the expressions of these Bloody Hand Gang humans, they actually quite enjoyed this feeling of public play.

Shermen coldly watched this scene of humans below.

Indeed, as Leo said, what humans were best at was killing each other.

She had no intention of intervening at all.

Shermen was most faithfully carrying out the task Reji had given her. Under the night, the Shadow Demon activated her ability, and the entire small town was instantly under Shermen\'s perception.

When she opened her eyes again, she had found the target.

"Miss Lisa, I don\'t think we need to make things so unpleasant between us, do you?"

The most elite militia of Ghost Town were here, forming a circle to protect the girl inside. Directly opposite them, the one who had just made the frivolous remark, was a man with a purple armband.

Now the elite militia had the advantage in numbers, but they were extremely nervous. Some were even barely standing with trembling legs. This pressure obviously all came from that purple-armband man.

In the Bloody Hand Gang, armbands were used to indicate rank, and purple was second only to red, undoubtedly indicating the other party\'s identity as one of the vice leaders of the Bloody Hand Gang.

"I\'ve already said it! We really don\'t know anything about magic oil mines! There are no such mineral veins under this desert at all! Even if you ask me ten thousand more times, the answer will still be the same!"

"Haha, Miss Lisa, you\'re joking. Everyone in the Syndicate knows that your Ghost Tribe is the most knowledgeable about this desert and the most skilled in mining. I\'ll just say it straight. As long as Miss Lisa is willing to cooperate with us and work with the Bloody Hand Gang to mine the magic oil, when the Imperial Army arrives soon, I can recommend you to the Empire. How about that?

Sincere enough, right?"

"There! Are! No! Magic oil mines here at all!"

Seeing Lisa screaming like this, the purple-armband man shook his head regretfully. He moved his fingers, and instantly, six or seven elite members of the Bloody Hand Gang with blue armbands appeared from behind.

They stepped towards Lisa one by one. Those militia guards immediately stepped forward to block them, but unfortunately, they didn\'t even last one round before being miserably killed by the Bloody Hand Gang.

"Uncle Di! You, you all!"

Seeing the deaths of the guards one by one, the indignant Lisa also wanted to join the battle. It could be seen that Lisa probably had experience as an adventurer, with stronger combat power than the other villagers.

But this bit of strength was still far from enough. After just a few rounds, Lisa, the leader of Ghost Town, was fiercely pressed to the ground by three to five blue-armband elite members of the Bloody Hand Gang, unable to move at all.

Among them, a few even reached out with wicked smiles to touch the fiercely resisting female leader, full of humiliating intent.

However, in the next moment...

Splat! Splat! Splat!

The sound of flesh being pierced rang out several times. Before the purple-armband vice leader could react, those elite Bloody Hand Gang members pressing down on Lisa fell back one by one with holes in their chests, their faces full of confusion as they looked down at the gaping wounds, finally collapsing powerlessly.

WH..

What!

This sudden change startled the Bloody Hand Gang vice leader. He immediately retreated several steps because everything had happened too suddenly. There was no one else around, so it could only be Lisa.

"Well, well, well, it seems I really underestimated you. But remember, Miss Lisa, tonight is just a warning. No matter what tricks you have up your sleeve, the main force of the Bloody Hand Gang will arrive tomorrow. At that time, it won\'t be as simple as being raided for the Ghost Tribe."

"I advise you to think carefully, Miss Lisa."

To be able to rise to a high position in a chaotic place like the Syndicate, the first basic requirement was to have a keen sense of danger.

Right now, this purple-armband man felt a chill down his spine, as if in the darkness and shadows, there seemed to be a terrifying monster staring at him, emitting a strong sense of crisis from his entire body.

So after leaving these harsh words, this Bloody Hand Gang vice leader really decisively retreated immediately with the remaining Bloody Hand Gang members.

And it was a rapid retreat, as far away as possible.

Finally, Lisa, who had collapsed on the ground, struggled to get up in a daze. She didn\'t know what had happened, but at least they should be safe, temporarily.

"Who\'s there? Can you come out?"

Lisa looked around the dark night. In fact, she was just asking tentatively. As a result, when Lisa turned around, she was instantly startled. At some unknown time, a cloaked... girl? was standing behind her, seemingly staring straight at her.

"Were you the one who saved me? Thank you! Thank you so much!"

"But, can I know who you are...?"

"You don\'t look like you\'re from the Syndicate. Are you... from the outside?"

Lisa asked several questions in a row, but the cold Shermen, of course, did not reply to this human with a single word.

At this moment, another figure running over from a distance broke the deadlock.

"Sister!"

"You\'re okay, that\'s great, that\'s great! Those Bloody Hand Gang people all suddenly left. Did, did you successfully negotiate with them on this side, sister?"

The boy who suddenly ran over had some resemblance to Lisa and was about fifteen or sixteen years old. His face showed some excitement and anticipation, but when he discovered the dead bodies of the elite Bloody Hand Gang members on the ground, his smile gradually faded and turned into a frown.

"Sister, what did happned here!?..."

"Let\'s go back to the town first and gather everyone." Lisa shook her head.

Seeing that this mysterious person ignored her, Lisa couldn\'t force it and could only give up. Her sense of crisis had not been lifted at all. Her mind was still filled with the words left by the Bloody Hand Gang vice leader just now. Tomorrow would be the official attack.

Right now, Lisa hurriedly summoned the few surviving core members of the Ghost Tribe who had just escaped the raid. She didn\'t let them bother with counting the losses. The most important thing now was...

"We have to go! We must leave!"

The only thing that could save their Ghost Tribe now was to run. Even if it meant abandoning their ancestral oasis that had been passed down for many generations, they had to evacuate for the sake of survival.

Many tribe members had gloomy and unwilling expressions, full of humiliation, but indeed, what else could they do? They had no other choice.

However, Lisa\'s younger brother seemed a bit anxious when he heard that his sister wanted to relocate the tribe overnight. He seemed to be trying hard to find some reason to dissuade her.

But at this moment, a cold voice that no one expected suddenly sounded in the room.

"Don\'t leave."

"Ghost, Konstantin, Ilinor reinforcements, arriving tomorrow."

It wasn\'t until Shermen spoke that many tribe members were surprised to discover Shermen\'s existence.

However, compared to this extra stranger, they were more concerned about what Shermen had just said.

"Ilinor reinforcements!?"

What was that!?

Could it be that we still had reinforcements!?

Lisa, as the leader, was also confused. She roughly understood Shermen\'s meaning. It seemed that a member of the Ghost Tribe named Konstantin had sought reinforcements for them from Ilinor, and they would arrive tomorrow?

But the problem was...

Konstantin? Who was Konstantin? I don\'t remember there being such a person in the Ghost Tribe.

But just as Lisa was about to speak, her clever younger brother beside her tugged at her, stopping her.

Then the younger brother immediately said to Shermen, "Konstantin! Oh my god! He actually succeeded! So you are from Ilinor! No wonder! No matter how vicious those Bloody Hand Gang villains are, they wouldn\'t dare provoke a kingdom like Ilinor!"

"So, my lady, can you reveal how many reinforcements Ilinor has sent?"

Although Lisa felt that her younger brother was doing something very wrong.

He shouldn\'t lie to people.

But after all, this concerned the entire Ghost Tribe, the heritage of her many ancestors. Lisa also didn\'t want it to fall apart in her hands, so she pursed her lips and didn\'t say anything. As for the other tribe villagers, they all looked at Shermen with incomparable expectation and full of joy.

Although Ilinor was not a big kingdom, they had also heard that it should at least send tens of thousands of troops, right? Even if it was a bit lower, a few thousand knights would be enough!

Until...

Shermen silently calculated in her mind. This time the main force was the Elves. Vielsia had mobilized as many as 80 Claw Druids, 40 Centaur Sentinels, ten Mountain Giants, as well as Hippogriffs, Elven Archers and Huntresses, and eight Chimeras...

"200."

Shermen finally uttered this number.

And with this, the other members of the Ghost Tribe, who had just been overjoyed thinking they were finally saved, had their expressions instantly freeze in place.

"How, how many reinforcements?" They suspected that their ears had a problem and anxiously asked again.

But unfortunately, the result still left them in despair.

"200."