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Chapter 122 You're a Madman

Chapter 122 You're a Madman

A dark figure darted out from behind a tree, a long sword aimed directly at his back.

The soldier quickly turned around to block.

With a clang, the iron sword in his hand was knocked away.

His face was still filled with terror when the shadowy figure slashed his throat with a long sword, spraying blood onto the tree trunk.

"Enemy attack!" someone shouted in panic, and the ranks immediately fell into disarray.

The dark figure was Kane. Using the cover of the woods, he dodged the ranger's arrows and charged into the last group of half-elves.

He brandished his longsword and quickly pierced the abdomen of a wandering swordsman, who collapsed to the ground convulsing.

The leader was both shocked and furious, and shouted, "Form ranks and resist!"

He cursed, gripped his scimitar, and charged quickly behind Kane, trying to stop his slaughter.

The other half-elves breathed a sigh of relief and immediately scattered, turning the once orderly formation into chaos.

At that moment, Kane casually switched to a scimitar and pulled it out of the spellcaster's body.

The spellcaster, his eyes filled with resentment, collapsed to the ground, his blood soaking the fallen leaves.

Before Kane could sheathe his sword, he suddenly turned around and used his scimitar to block the attack.

With a "bang," the two curved blades collided, sparks flying.

Kane frowned; his palms felt numb.

With the blessing of several spells, the leader was incredibly strong, comparable to a second-tier warrior with a mastery of heavy blows, and even stronger than when he used his blood to accelerate his strength.

"Bang bang bang!"

Two curved blades clashed rapidly in the darkness, and two figures darted back and forth, moving so fast that only blurry shadows could be seen.

The other half-elves instinctively retreated, not daring to utter a sound.

They had never seen such a fast-paced battle before; the force of each collision was immense, and sparks could be seen in the darkness.

The leader's speed increased, his white robes fluttering in the wind, but Kane's moves were agile. He also secretly used his mage's hand to manipulate the dagger at his waist, aiming to stab the leader in the back.

However, the sword protection spell on the leader lit up, the dagger was deflected, the spell was not affected, and the leader was not injured.

"Quick! Enchant the leader again!" a ranger shouted.

Soon, the forest lit up with magical light again. Several tricks and first-circle spells were cast on the leader, making his glow brighter and increasing his speed and strength.

But everyone discovered that no matter how fast and strong the leader was, he couldn't defeat Kane.

Kane seemed to be struggling slightly, his body swaying slightly, but he was able to accurately block the leader's attacks each time, avoiding heavy blows. His eyes were calm and he was not flustered at all.

On the other side, Kane took two steps back to steady himself, looked down at the ordinary scimitar in his hand. It already had many nicks and chips; it would break after a dozen or so more impacts.

He thought to himself: The other party picked up the scimitar I deliberately dropped, and there are five or six spellcasters constantly buffing him. Their speed and strength are not weak.

If I hadn't secretly used my immortality to repair my injured hand, I probably wouldn't have been able to even hold the scimitar.

However, it's about time to end this.

A calculating glint flashed in Kane's eyes, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

On the other side, the leader's breathing also became rapid.

He cast several enchantments on himself—speed, grease his feet, and run at full speed—but he still couldn't defeat Kane.

Logically speaking, even a second-tier warrior who has mastered combat skills would have been exhausted by so many blows and spells, and would not have been able to hold his weapon at all.

"What exactly is your intention?"

The leader spoke in a low voice, his eyes filled with doubt and surprise.

He took two steps back to create some distance, looked at Kane opposite him who was breathing heavily but whose eyes were still sharp, and said with a smile, "Pureblood Drow, surrender."

Kane scoffed, "You mean you want me to obediently die so I can become a sacrifice in your ritual?"

The leader shook his head, his tone softening and becoming enticing, and took a step forward: "No, your value is far greater than that of a corpse. Our Bloodline Purification Society can protect you."

He paused, staring intently at Kane, "You dared to leave the Dark Forest and come to the Elven Court of Susas alone, you must be looking for a backer."

I know that pure-blooded Drow males don't have a high status in the family, and your mistress won't let you wander around outside forever.

"Join us," the leader said, his smile widening and his tone becoming even more enticing.

"We can give you resources, help you break free from your family's control, and even give you a higher status, but you'll have to pay us a little blood every week."

Kane's lips twitched, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.

He knew that while a pure-blooded drow could gain many advantages by traveling alone in Sussas due to their bloodline, they were also easy targets.

Even without this team, there will be other people causing trouble in the future.

He raised his head, looking at the leader with icy eyes, and said sarcastically, "Do you think I would agree to such a ridiculous proposal?"

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The leader laughed, his tone contemptuous: "Why won't you agree? You're just one person, while we have over twenty, plus spellcasters to help. If we keep fighting, you'll run out of strength sooner or later. As for your helper..."

He glanced at the surrounding woods and said dismissively, "If they really had any help, they would have run away long ago if they saw so many of us."

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Kane didn't speak, but slowly smiled, a somewhat strange smile.

The chieftain, seeing his smile, suddenly felt a chill in his heart, a bad premonition: "Fire the arrows!"

But the arrow didn't fly; an accident happened.

Several muffled thuds suddenly came from the treetops, and several dark figures jumped down from the leaves, holding short blades, and pounced on the spellcasters behind the half-elf. Soon, someone was injured and screamed in pain.

At the same time, several figures darted out from behind the trees on the side of the group. Without lingering for a fight, they quickly ran out of the woods, clearly trying to attract attention.

The leader's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to order the protection of the spellcaster, he smelled a pungent burning odor.

It smelled like burning trees; thick smoke drifted in through the gaps in the leaves, choking people and blurring their vision.

"Oh no! Fire!"

Someone shouted in panic, and the team was in complete chaos. Everyone was only focused on running away and had long since lost their formation.

The leader panicked and turned to run out of the woods, only to find Kane blocking his way. Kane stood tall and straight, with that strange smile on his face, and he was not at all disheveled.

"Damn it! You lunatic! Do you want to take us all down with you?"

The chieftain's eyes turned red with rage, his hand gripping the scimitar trembled, and a hint of fear finally appeared in his eyes.

Kane slowly raised his hand, his voice low and cold, clearly reaching the leader's ears: "Elemental absorption."

Upon hearing this voice, the leader's face turned deathly pale.

He recognized the spell; it was a spell that granted temporary resistance to elemental damage types.

The opponent used this spell to mean that they would continue fighting him in the flames.

"You're a madman! You're a madman!"

His expression finally contorted.