Above the Seven Towers

Chapter 125: Large tree branches and leaves

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"More than two months ago, on a trade route not far from the elven territory, our caravan was attacked and five sisters were kidnapped by bandits. As an inspector, I happened to be nearby and tracked them all the way here. Now please hand over my people." Facing more than a dozen warriors with swords drawn, Sariel showed no fear. Her deep green eyes stared at Oaks, firm and persistent.

"Miss Elf, I don't know what you are talking about. You are the only elf I have seen recently." Oaks waved his hands and denied it.

"Hmph, One-Eyed Val is the witness. He was the slave catcher who sold the elves that day. He swore that he sold all five elves to you in the end!" Thor pulled Val up and pushed him in front of Ox.

"This is a joke. You are a mercenary, right? Would you believe the oath of a slave catcher? These guys only do drinking and gambling besides killing people. My dog is more reliable than them." Oaks didn't even look at Val. "Get out of here before I lose my temper. Except for this elf lady, I would like to invite her to dinner later."

Just as Thor was about to get angry, Sariel reached out to stop him. She took out a seed from her sleeve and threw it on the floor. A green light flashed, and the seed sprouted on the carpet. In the blink of an eye, it grew into a small blue flower. The flower swayed in the windless room, like a little man looking for something. It first tilted in Sariel's direction, then pointed its corolla to the northeast, and began to emit a faint green halo.

"This is the seed of the vine on the World Tree. It can sense the breath of our people. Wherever there are elves gathering nearby, it will point the flower crown there. Down there, is that the dungeon where you imprisoned my people?"

"Haha." Oaks sneered, "This is just a boring little trick. I can find a house full of beggars who can perform magic tricks in Suero. Why do you say I have a spirit here? Why should I give him to you? Why don't I kill all your men and tie you to the bed?"

"When you insult me, you'd better know that I'm just the first elf to come here, and there are teams of warriors and mages behind me. We are all brothers and sisters under the world tree, and no one can tolerate their brothers and sisters becoming slaves. If you don't want to face the wrath of the elves, it's best to hand them over peacefully and admit your mistakes to us. This is your only chance, and I don't want anyone to lose their lives in this matter."

"Hey. You're so arrogant. Should I beg for mercy? Kaufman, it seems you've brought me a lot of trouble."

"Sir, he, they just said it was business... I, I..." Kaufman turned pale with fear and his words were stuck in his mouth.

Oaks waved his hand impatiently, telling Kaufman to go away, then he crossed his legs and stared at Sharyl for a long time.

"The Oaks family has been here for hundreds of years. If anyone comes in, they can tell us what to do... Hehe, our family won't have to continue to exist. Since you're targeting me, we have to make a break."

"I hope you can make the right choice." Sariel said solemnly.

"I want to keep things simple." He pointed at Sariel, "Go ahead, kill all the men and catch this woman!"

All of a sudden, all the warriors in the room rushed towards Shalier and the others. The door of the room was also knocked open, and another seven or eight warriors rushed in with swords and spears raised high.

Thor and his two men quickly formed a triangle and surrounded Sharil in the middle. Thor shouted, "Ms. Sharil, take action! It will be too late if you don't take action now."

Sariel showed a look of reluctance on her face. But at this time, the surrounding warriors had already clashed with Thor's swords. Thor was alone against three enemies, and suddenly there was danger everywhere.

Sariel quickly took out a water bag, unplugged it and poured water on the little flower, praying softly: "God of Nature, I am willing to bear all the consequences, but please protect your child at this time."

After the blue flower was watered, it suddenly twisted as if it had come alive. After a while, the stems and leaves began to grow wildly. The flower stem, which was only as thick as a little finger, suddenly grew several meters long, and the vines were thicker than an arm. The dancing vines were like restless snakes, spreading out one by one to meet the guards rushing over.

The warriors of the Oaks family were stunned by this strange sight. Although there are many magicians in this world, they are still a drop in the ocean compared to the large population. Most people have never seen magic in their entire lives. These warriors only have a superficial understanding of magic. They are terrified to encounter such a thing beyond common sense in battle. Several warriors gave up Thor and others and turned to fight with the vines. These vines are very tough, and the attacks of ordinary warriors can only leave a shallow wound on them. Even if a warrior with fighting spirit takes the energy to cut off one vine, more vines will immediately wrap around it.

The leader of the guards was more knowledgeable. When he saw Sariel watering the vines in the middle, he shouted, "Subdue that elf woman first." He pushed away the vines and rushed towards her.

At this time, Solti Jian rushed over and fought with him. The two were equally powerful and fought with great fighting spirit, making it difficult for other people and vines to get close.

But ordinary soldiers were not so lucky. After a while, someone was entangled by the vines and hung up. The surrounding vines were like a pack of wolves pouncing on their prey, wrapping the man up like a cocoon, and the vines wrapped layer by layer, getting tighter and tighter. At first, the soldier who was wrapped up could still call for help, but gradually the cocoon twisted like clothes being wrung out. After a huge scream, there was a sound of bones breaking inside, and then blood flowed to the ground through the gaps. The screams became softer and softer, and in less than half a minute, the man was no longer able to make a sound.

The others were thrown into confusion by the horrific scene, and one warrior after another was tied up with vines and hanged.

The leading warrior wanted to rescue, but as soon as he was distracted, Thor seized the opportunity and stabbed him in the lower abdomen with a sword. He fell to the ground unwillingly.

Dead people were hung in the air by vines dripping with blood. It was a scene straight out of a nightmare. Sariel had closed her eyes long ago, not daring to see how those people were twisted. When the room gradually quieted down, she slowly opened her eyes and found that Thor and the others were also shocked and speechless. Although they had long known that Sariel had a way to defeat the enemy, they had never thought that the beautiful and gentle elf would use such a method.

All the warriors had been tied up and killed. The other two warriors who were still fighting, except the leader, tried to cut a path towards the gate, but were eventually buried in the green of the room. Only one magic swordsman, with flames erupting from his hands, struggled to resist in a corner. Vines were afraid of fire, but the only thing he could do was to survive before his mental strength ran out.

Thor came to his senses and walked carefully to the corner. Although he had sprinkled powder on himself to avoid vines, he was still very cautious, fearing that he would attract the attention of the vines. The magic swordsman was pale and sweaty, and the flames from his hands were sometimes bright and sometimes dim. He had already run out of energy. He looked at Thor pleadingly and slowly knelt on the ground. Thor shook his head and chopped off his arm with a sword. The swordsman covered his arm in pain and could no longer release flames. In a blink of an eye, he was wrapped up by the vines like a dumpling.

Oaks and Kaufman had already escaped to the door, but found that vines had climbed up the wall, tightly blocking the door. When they paused in front of the door, the vines wrapped around their feet.

Oaks roared: "Elf! Are you crazy? Do you want to start a war? My brother-in-law is the general of the kingdom! If I die, he will not let you go, he will not let the Elf Kingdom go! Put away your magic immediately!"

At this time, the floor of the room was covered with a layer of blood, and Sariel walked in a black robe, like a messenger from hell. When she walked in front of Oaks, the vines had already strangled their necks.

"Listen! Those of your people outside have been surrounded by the soldiers I sent. If something happens here, they will soon know about it, and your companions will be dead! Let me go, and I can save their lives."

"Humph, we have already made preparations for them. I guess their fate will be similar to yours." Thor pointed his sword at Oaks, "Do you want me to kill you?"

"No, you can't kill me. I shouldn't die here. You, you will be cursed by the God of Nature. You will all be abandoned by the cycle of nature!" Oaks' eyes widened and he twisted his body as hard as he could, but the vine was as hard as a rock. He twisted his neck and yelled, "Kaufman, you bastard, say something!"

"Please... please kill me. I... I don't want to die like that." Kaufman said to Thor, staring at the vine cocoon suspended in mid-air.

"As you wish." Thor thrust the sword into Kaufman's chest through the gap in the vines. The latter showed a look of relief mixed with pain on his face.

"Kaufman, you, you damn thing. How dare you abandon me." Oaks despaired and found that he was the only one left dead in the room. He begged, "I, I surrender, I have a lot of money, I want to buy my own life. I am just a businessman, take your people, take my money, and spare my life. I promise not to retaliate against you, I will stay away. Beautiful elves, it is said that you are the kindest race in the world, you, please have pity on me."

"I would rather give sympathy to those dead guards than to you. You are the most sinful person in this room! Nature will devour your sins and give birth to more beautiful things."

Sariel said and turned away. The vines covered Oaks' face, twisting and squeezing it, leaving only a pool of blood...