Chapter 605 Heferson's Trump Card (Five Thousand)

"Those...instructors who train killers!"

Carol's answer made Ron and Mirabell stunned for a moment, and the expressions on their faces became a little strange. This answer was both unexpected and reasonable.

Since they can become the instructors of this elite killer group, there is no doubt about the strength of these instructors.

Ron and Mirabelle didn't find anything strange.

However, although the instructors of the killer group are powerful, their number is too small after all. For a while, it was not clear why Carol mentioned these people specifically.

The most important thing is that these instructors basically left no impression on the Elf Forest.

Almost all matters that are not convenient for public handling in Hefelson are basically handed over to the killer group. Over the years, the number of people in the Elf Forest who have died at the hands of the killer group is definitely worthy of the title. The last sentence has a fierce reputation.

As for the instructors, they were subconsciously ignored and did not leave any impression at all.

Now that Carol was suddenly mentioned, the expressions on both of their faces became a little weird.

Carol didn't show off. She just frowned, as if she had been strongly stimulated. Her eyes were full of strong, unbreakable fear, so that her slender and fit body could not help but tremble. Shivering: "I don't know the origins of those instructors. I only know that those instructors... they are not all elves."

The slightly trembling voice clearly revealed what kind of suffering Carol had endured in front of these instructors, and what kind of shadow was left behind.

"I don't know where Hefelson found these instructors, but these instructors are all terrifyingly powerful."

"Even if I have become a teacher now, and I have even accepted a trace of the inheritance of the Mother Goddess of All Things, my strength has been many times stronger than before. But even now, I can't judge the strength of those instructors at all. In what realm."

"Their existence is as unfathomable as hell."

"These instructors include elves, humans, werewolves, and dwarves. Their races are all different, but the same thing is that these people don't look like living people. They give me the feeling of lifelessness, like they are in a tomb. Exhumed bodies."

"As soon as I see their gray faces... no, not just seeing them, even now when I recall the pale cheeks of those instructors and the unsmiling, expressionless looks, I get goosebumps all over my body, and I just feel... I’m almost frozen, my soul is about to collapse.”

"No assassin has ever had the courage to challenge these instructors. I don't know what level of strength these instructors have, but one thing is for sure, that is... very, very powerful."

Carol let out a heavy breath.

She spoke for so long in one breath, and she felt like the air in her lungs was almost running out, and a sickly flush appeared on her originally pale cheeks.

Ron and Mirabell looked at each other and could see the solemn look in each other's eyes.

They knew Carol's character.

Just because Carol had the courage to break away from the killer group and break away from Hefelson's control is enough to show that she is a woman with an extremely strong character.

It's rare to see an expression of fear on Carol's face. Even if she breaks free from control and regains her freedom, the character cultivated by being trained in the killer group for a long time will not change so easily, even in the face of strength competition. Carol dared to charge forward with a dagger regardless of her own more powerful existence.

She was like a fighting machine that didn't know life or death or pain. It was just that this fighting machine had some normal emotions, that's all.

But now, the face of such a powerful combat weapon actually showed a clear expression of fear. One can imagine how terrifying the shadow those instructors left for Carol. Carol's fear of those instructors, even Even more intense than Hefelson, the so-called master.

Carol didn't know the identity of those instructors, but Carol's words also revealed some important content.

These instructors are found in all races, and not all of them are elves. Although Hefelson's status among the elves is noble, to other races, it may be nothing, right? What methods did Hefelson use to get these instructors to serve him?

Also, these instructors are like the living dead coming out of the tomb.

They were gray, unsmiling, expressionless, like bad puppets.

With this image, is it possible that these instructors really came out of the grave?

In this world, there are no such things as zombies.

If you want to give the corpse its fighting power again, you have to refine the powerful corpse into an undead creature like Ron and Lydia did.

However, the undead creature has a ghostly aura all over its body and is wrapped in a thick black mist. It can be seen at a glance that something is wrong. Since Carol did not mention such obvious characteristics, it should not have such characteristics.

If it wasn't an undead creature, what kind of existence would it be?

Ron couldn't help but fall into thought.

Expressive, unsmiling, pale...

The living dead.

Ron kept repeating these weird features in his mind, and then, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and his eyes suddenly became extraordinarily bright.

Dark crow!

Kurud.

The one I met in the Tomb of the God of Desolation had long been dead, but his body had been transformed by the repairman. Although he was a corpse, he became a puppet that could move freely, speak, and fight.

Could it be that Heferson used the same method, and this guy also found some powerful corpses, and then used similar methods to refine these corpses into puppets, which are the instructors mentioned by Carol?

However, ordinary corpse puppets could never have the power that Carol said.

Unless...

Unless these corpses were also extremely powerful when they were still alive.

Just like... those agents of gods.

Could this be Heferson's trump card?

Ron's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he felt that he had a better understanding of Heferson.

Carol seemed to have digested some of the fear in her heart. She saw Ron beside her and seemed no longer as scared as before. She took a deep breath and said again: "In short, sir, be careful. Those instructors are definitely not easy to deal with."

"How many instructors are there in total?"

"Three." Carol answered after thinking for a while.

Only three?

Ron was a little disappointed.

It's a pity. After all, this time they came to cooperate with Heferson. If there were more powerful instructors around Heferson, it would be better. In this way, they would have a better chance of winning when they went to the Andre family's old house to make trouble.

Of course, it's okay to have fewer. At least after this matter is over, it may be a little easier to kill Heferson.

It has to be said that although this is an alliance that is about to be formed because of a common enemy, this alliance is too unreliable. The alliance has not even taken shape, and it has already been thinking about betrayal.

Of course, Ron has no guilt at all for his thoughts.

With his understanding of Heferson and Partridge, he was very sure that if there was a chance to kill him, these two old foxes would never hesitate.

"In addition, Heferson may also know that what he is going to do is not to be seen in public, and he is extremely careful on weekdays. The entire Elf Forest is full of perception magic arranged by Heferson, and there are even countless killers distributed in various locations in the Elf Forest. Maybe Heferson has already noticed us the moment we stepped into the Elf Forest." Carol added.

Ron was not worried about his whereabouts being exposed. It was better to say that this was just right in Ron's eyes.

If Heferson could take the initiative to appear in front of him, it would even save a lot of effort.

Click, click, click...

The chat ended.

In the Elf Forest, accompanied by the screams of birds and beasts, there was the sound of feet stepping on the ground and dead branches breaking.

The three figures continued to walk towards the deepest part of the Elf Forest. They were not in a hurry and had no sense of crisis at all. At first glance, although their clothes were soaked with sweat and they looked a little embarrassed, the attitude on their faces made them look more like tourists.

Time passed.

The scorching sun above gradually tilted.

The Elf Forest, which was originally bright, began to become increasingly dim.

Birds returned to their nests.

The beasts also fell into a deep sleep.

In the vast and empty Elf Forest, only the sharp sounds of some insects were echoing, which not only failed to dispel the silence in the forest, but made the atmosphere even more gloomy and depressing.

I don’t know how long I walked, maybe several hours, and the forest in front of me gradually became sparse.

Some moonlight was sprinkled on the ground above, and the ground, which was originally covered with gray and yellow fallen leaves, seemed to be covered with a layer of silver frost, and it actually flashed a kind of beautiful luster.

In the forest, some wooden houses can be seen.

All the elves live in these wooden houses, but every wooden house has a closed door. Even if they hear the noise outside, they have no intention of coming out to take a look. But Ron can clearly sense that there is a figure hidden behind the window of almost every wooden house.

Pairs of emerald green eyes are quietly peeping through the window at the movement in the forest.

Those figures are like ghosts.

The atmosphere is comparable to that of a horror movie.

Just this point, we can see what kind of depression the elves are living in now. Even if there is any movement outside the door, they dare not open the door to check, for fear that they will be implicated by accident.

Heferson's reign of terror has long left the mark of fear deep in the soul of every elf.

The deeper into the Elf Forest, the more wooden houses there were built at the fork of the tree, and the more eyes that were quietly hiding in the dark. Gradually, Ron seemed to feel some different fluctuations, different eyes full of fear and worry.

These eyes were almost all focused on Mirabelle.

Obviously, some elves have recognized Mirabelle as the Elf Queen.

Elf Queen Mirabelle escaped from Heferson's control. This matter was almost known to everyone in the elves. After all, the new queen had been in power for half a year.

In the elves, there are still many elves who are loyal to the royal family. They are glad that Mirabelle can escape from hell, but who would have thought that Mirabelle, who had escaped long ago, would return to the Elf Forest again.

They were worried, but they did not dare to lend a helping hand.

Every piece of land and every tree in the entire Elf Clan is under the control of Heferson. If anyone dares to help the Elf King, even if they only show a little kindness, they will soon suffer the bloody and inhumane revenge of the High Priest. I don't know how many lives, how many heads, and how much blood have proved the cruel methods of the High Priest.

What's more, Ron and Carol are right next to Mirabelle.

Although Carol is a member of the Killer Group, this Killer Group is absolutely domineering and arrogant in the Elf Forest. It is said that killers usually sneak attack secretly and move in the dark, but the members of the Killer Group are not like this at all. They prefer to walk directly to the other party and take the target's life in public. Only in this way can they create a stronger deterrent.

That's why the identity and appearance of the members of the Killer Group are not a secret at all in the Elf Forest. Not to say that everyone knows it, but there are definitely many people who know it.

As for Ron.

This is a human.

It seems that the only humans in the Elf Forest are the instructors under Heferson.

Could it be that this time an elite killer and an instructor personally took action to kidnap Mirabelle?

What should we do now?

If Mirabelle really falls into Heferson's hands again, with the character of the high priest, how can he have a chance to survive?

No, there is no chance of dying cleanly.

The original Heferson was gentle and humble. No matter who saw him, he would praise him as a modest gentleman with gentlemanly demeanor, which was completely an extreme from his rough and tall appearance.

But one hundred and twenty years ago, after Heferson's personality changed drastically, he went directly to another extreme.

Fierce, cruel, tyrannical, crazy...

No matter how vicious the description is, it is not an exaggeration to use it on Heferson.

Digging out the heart of an elf alive, just to collect that drop of blood in his heart.

Kidnapping a large number of elf children and pregnant women, just for the so-called sacrifice.

No matter how cruel the thing is, there is nothing Heferson can't do except the unimaginable.

What's more, Mirabelle's escape made Heferson furious, and he even felt that his authority was challenged. In a rage, all the elves in the palace were killed by Heferson.

Even the killers arranged by Heferson to guard Mirabelle were crushed by Heferson himself.

At this time, Mirabelle was caught, and no one knew what kind of torture she would suffer!

Chi Chi Chi!

At this moment, a series of sharp sounds of breaking through the air suddenly sounded.

Ron's eyes jumped slightly, but he didn't react at all. He took Carol and Mirabelle and walked forward, as if he didn't notice dozens of sharp arrows coated with deadly poison from all directions.

Dozens of arrows flew towards Ron and Carol, but there was not a single arrow attacking Mirabelle.

Ron chuckled. He didn't expect that Mirabelle, a queen who never really had power, actually had a few supporters in the Elf Forest. It was a pity that these supporters chose the wrong target and were afraid that they would not survive.

Snap.

Ron sighed slightly, crossed his two fingers in the air, and the crisp sound instantly spread to the surroundings.

Wherever the sound reached, those sharp arrows that flew hundreds of meters in an instant seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. The speed of flight suddenly became slow and slow. Every inch of movement in the air seemed to take a long time.

However, the actions of Ron, Carol and Mirabelle were not affected at all. They passed through dozens of arrows slowly, just like strolling in the garden, without any damage.

Just as Ron and his companions left the area, the arrows instantly returned to normal and whistled past at an incredibly fast speed. Unfortunately, the targets that these arrows originally wanted to hit were no longer there.

That scene looked extremely strange, and even had an incomprehensible distortion.

But the attackers around did not have much time to think.

The first round of arrows missed completely, and the elves immediately gave up this method. The next moment, several figures rushed out of the wooden house at a speed more terrifying than an arrow, and approached Ron and Carol directly.

"Let go of Her Majesty the Queen..."

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