Chapter 17  : Borrowing Someone’s Knife

A few days later.

Caesar and Massey sat on the balcony, waiting for a reply from the Knights.

“Cuckoo!”

A white carrier pigeon flew over from outside the window sill and landed steadily on it.

Caesar quickly stepped forward and held the white messenger pigeon in his hand. However, the letter on the messenger pigeon’s leg was intact and no one had touched it.

Caesar immediately felt a little dejected.

It had been a few days. Why hadn’t the royal elite team sent them any news yet?

Could they have been wiped out by the wild beasts in the forest?

They were all elites of the royal family. They couldn’t be so weak, right?

Caesar rested his chin on his hand and tapped the table thoughtfully.

Were the wild beasts in the Forsaken Land so powerful?

No wonder it could cultivate such high-level materials.

“Your Highness.”

Massey bowed slightly to Caesar.

“It’s not a good idea to wait here any longer.”

“Besides, the Crown Prince election will begin soon. We don’t have time to wait any longer.”

“Why don’t we send another suitable team over?”

Caesar pondered for a moment.

Indeed, waiting like this was not a solution.

The Forsaken Land was not far from here. It might be faster to check it out.

“Massey, gather the rest of the elites and ask the servants to pack some luggage and rations. We’ll pack up and set off.”

“Yes, Your Highness!”

“Wait!”

Massey was about to leave when Caesar reached out and stopped him.

“I’m afraid there are dangerous beasts over there. Just to be safe,

“This time, the two of us will follow that elite team!”

Those elite teams of the royal family were formed by his closest Knights. The Knights inside were all elites among elites.

To be able to kill an elite beast, its strength was definitely extraordinary.

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With a Forbidden Spellcaster like Massey following him.

There shouldn’t be any more accidents.

...

“Sister, look! It’s just as you said.”

Ai Qing sat beside Moon Bell and pointed excitedly at the scene in the crystal ball.

A group of fully armed Knights once again stepped into the territory of the Dark Elves.

“They’re really coming!”

“Then you should prepare early, Sister. You can’t leave any of these flies behind.”

After saying that, Moon Bell reached out and handed a piece of gray papyrus to Ai Qing.

“Tear this piece of paper open and see how it works.”

“Okay, Sister.”

Ai Qing tightened her grip.

In an instant, ice-blue magic power flowed out of the gray paper and surrounded Ai Qing, enveloping her entire body.

The blue light dispersed.

Ai Qing, who was originally youthful and energetic, suddenly became a slovenly Dwarf with stubble all over his face.

Through the crystal ball, Ai Qing was shocked by her new appearance!

“My face, how did I become like this!”

“It’s very realistic.”

Moon Bell stroked Ai Qing’s head proudly, and Ai Qing instantly transformed back into a Dark Elf.

“This is the illusion that Teacher taught me two days ago.”

Moon Bell smiled and waved her hand. Hundreds of Dwarfs with different appearances and tempers appeared around her.

“This move can be used to execute the tactic that Teacher mentioned.”

“Sister, are you trying to throw all the blame at the Dwarfs?”

Ai Qing’s eyes lit up.

“Hehe, not bad.”

Moon Bell smiled.

“Since these Dwarfs and Humans are coveting our territory, why don’t we let them compete first?”

“What the hell is going on here?”

Caesar rode his tall horse and looked at the scattered armor and dried blood in the camp with mixed feelings. Messi’s face had long darkened.

‘Those weapons on the ground are used by Dwarfs only. Your Majesty.’

“What we see here is probably the work of Dwarfs.”

Massey reached out and raised all the weapons in front of Caesar, displaying them one by one.

Because Dwarfs were too small to use weapons like Humans, their weapons were specially processed.

As for the Knights they sent out, they were probably ambushed by the Dwarfs while they were resting, which was why they ended up in such a miserable state.

Massey looked at the scene of the accident with pity.

Poor them.

They had clearly placed all the Forbidden Spell materials collected in the tent along the way.

In the end, they died at the hands of the Dwarf before they could return.

What a joke.

However, using these elite Knights to exchange for precious Forbidden Spell materials was still worth it.

Massey looked at the materials behind him in satisfaction.

Whether it was the beast heads he had collected or the wooden blocks he had searched in the forest, they contained a large amount of elemental power.

As long as it was slightly processed in his hand, it could unleash an incomparably powerful effect!

Compared to what he could get in the end, sacrificing a few Knights was nothing.

“Let’s go back.”

Caesar sighed and glanced at the material on Massey’s horse from afar.

Hopefully, these elites who died were worth it.

...

However, just as everyone was about to leave, a light suddenly flashed in the dark.

A sharp feather sword shot out of the darkness and stabbed straight into the neck of the horse under Caesar.

The horse under Caesar suddenly neighed. It desperately spread its hooves, wanting to throw Caesar off the horse!

“Enemies are attacking. Dodge!”

Massey frowned and waved his arms.

A huge ring of flames appeared in front of everyone.

The flaming ring spun crazily in front of everyone.

In just a moment, it turned into an indestructible fire shield.

Everyone immediately hid behind the round shield.

“Your Highness, are you alright?”

Massey hurried his horse towards Caesar.

“I’m fine.”

Caesar tightened the reins as he tried to calm the horse beneath him.

“Burp... Yo, isn’t this the Second Prince of the Human Empire, Sir Caesar?”

“Why did you come to the Forsaken Land today?”

In the dark forest, heavy footsteps sounded.

More than a dozen armed Dwarfs with heavy weapons walked towards them.

Caesar frowned.

The Dwarf in the lead wore a crown and looked noble.

His cheeks were red, as if he was drunk.

But the other Dwarfs weren’t much better off. Nearly all of them looked drunk.

No wonder this race was called wine bags outside.

Caesar silently drew the long sword at his side.

Needless to say, the Dwarfs in front of them must have killed Ron and the other Knights cruelly and turned the camp into this mess.

Since these Dwarfs dared to come, they could forget about returning.

Caesar’s eyes were stern. He raised the sword in his hand high and suddenly pointed it at the Dwarf in front of him.

“Knights, hear to my command! Kill them and avenge our compatriots!”