Chapter 35: The Devil Grows As A Manipulator!

Black arrows rained down from the sky like hailstone. They blocked out the sunlight. A beautiful verdant glow trailing behind. The Gwendovan warriors tried to escape. As their bodies clashed, moments before sharp wind magic and steel arrows tearing their bodies apart. Filled with more holes than swiss cheese.

All the hundred slave warriors that guarded Veria City died from the elven archers' first volley.

"Hold girls, rest your fingers. There will be many battles today. Let's enter the city quickly. Don't ask questions, just slit their throats. Anyone that remained is a traitor or enemy. You all saw elven males violated our fellow elves to survive! Don't think they can return now. Hoods up! Daggers out!"