Chapter 139

▪️WHO EXACTLY IS HE?

"Re...reinforcements?"

Nightingale was slightly taken aback.

Without saying anything else, Boxlunch kicked open the cell door that Nightingale had just opened and walked out first.

"Go and save the others."

He left after saying these words and then went to the entrance of the dungeon before hiding within the shadows of the staircase at the corner.

The entire prison cell shook again, as faint noises of humans shouting in surprise reverberated from the pathways leading towards the upper floors.

Nightingale's sharp ears twitched slightly upon hearing this commotion, and her eyes gradually regained its previous luster. She then sniffled and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes before also quickly rushing out of the cell.

After going out, she instantly came to the prison cell where her siblings were imprisoned.

"Sister Nightingale!"

Seeing their eldest sister running over, the elven younglings greeted her all at the same time.

"You guys just stay back while I open this door."

Nightingale promptly said as she began tinkering with the lock with her nimble hands.

All her siblings just nodded obediently as they stepped back and watched her lockpicking skills in action.

A slightly older elf hesitated for a moment and asked curiously,

"Sister Nightingale... who is he?"

He looked in the direction where Boxlunch was hiding.

Nightingale hesitated for a moment and replied, "He's...a friend I met along the way, who decided to help me rescue you guys."

It seems...she had forgotten to ask his name...

Nightingale felt a little ashamed.

Soon, she finally opened the door to the cell, and all the young elves inside felt relief washed all over them as they all fled from the cell one after the another.

However, at this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the top of the stairs at the entrance of the dungeon.

"Hurry... bring those captive elves along with us before we escape!"

"Damn it! Where did that crazy black dragon even come from!?"

"I wonder how long can Lord Belus resist..."

"It's just a young black dragon! Didn't it know that we are from the Sauron Household?"

"Enough! Stop talking, let's hurry up."

Two fully armed human mercenaries ran down, cursing as they went but as soon as they reached the underground, they saw Nightingale and her group escaping.

And in that instant, Nightingale and the mercenaries locked eyes with each other.

Mercenaries!

Her pupils shrank slightly.

Oh no! We've been discovered!

Nightingale's expression tightened as she quickly protected her younger siblings behind her.

Meanwhile, the two human mercenaries who saw their captives escaping were stunned.

Then their faces turned fierce, but as they were about to call for more personnel, an agile figure suddenly rushed out from the shadows behind them!

It was Boxlunch, who had an indifferent expression while wielding his dagger. He easily passed through the two startled mercenaries with lightning movements.

His actions were elegant and fast, and the dagger easily pierced through the bodies of the two mercenaries in an instant.

For a moment, the Nightingale only felt a dazzling silvery light flashing before her eyes.

[ Double Flash Stab ]

When she looked again, she found that Boxlunch had already rushed to her side.

"Okay, let's go," He said calmly after putting down his dagger.

Go?

Nightingale was completely confused while looking at the mercenaries who appeared to be still unharmed behind him.

But at this moment, as if on cue, long streak of blood lines suddenly appeared upon the necks of the two mercenaries...

With a sound of liquid bursting, a terrible wound appeared upon their necks as large amounts of blood spurted out from the cuts.

The two guards still had a look of bewilderment, as if they hadn't figured out what had just happened.

Nightingale only saw them clutching their necks in disbelief, before spitting out fresh warm blood, and then falling slowly into the ground lifelessly...

It was only then that Nightingale came to her senses and look at the back of Boxlunch with a shocked expression.

She covered her mouth in surprise with her eyes filled with disbelief and a different kind of wonderment.

H-He just killed two human mercenaries of at least mid iron-rank with just one hit?

Despite bearing the curse of his race, he is still so powerful and not as rigid and inflexible while also having no qualms in committing murder completely unlike a normal elf...

Who exactly is he?

She knew it already beforehand, but this guy really is a strong and enigmatic person!

The younglings also looked at Boxlunch in shock.

Their expressions carried a hint of fear and admiration...

The younger children's eyes were covered by the older ones, so as not to see the bloodied scene.

"Wow...such a powerful brother..."

"Could it be...the legendary elf wanderer?"

"I feel...a little bit scared..."

Boxlunch glanced at everyone with his usual indifferent gaze, and simply turned back to climb up the stairs.

"Keep up."

Nightingale froze, then her resolve reignited and she urged her younger siblings to follow along.

She then hesitated for a moment as they crossed the bodies of the two dead mercenaries, before boldly picking up their weapons and returned to her siblings' side as they tried to keep up with Boxlunch's pace.

When they emerged from the dungeon, they found that the interior of the tower had already fallen into chaos.

The non combatant personnel of the human caravan were hastily packing up their things, while most of the mercenaries who served as their guards were entirely missing.

Outside the tower, faint cries of human screams along with joyful beastly roars could also be heard...

There were no strong enemies left inside the tower.

Boxlunch's eyes flashed as he tightly grasped the dagger in his hand.

As their group suddenly rushed out of the dungeon, several caravan members immediately noticed their arrival.

"H-Hey look...its the elves!"

"How did they escape?"

"Hurry! Quickly subdue them!"

The mercenaries close to the entrance who heard the shouts of the caravan members hurriedly returned back inside the tower.

Boxlunch's eyes flashed again as he charged into these crowd of mercenaries.

His movements were agile, as if he was in no man's land, and the mercenaries who rushed towards him were quickly struck upon their vital spots!

"Mid Iron-rank expert! He must be an intermediate iron-ranked elf!"

"Quick...go call the captain!"

Seeing the mercenaries unable to withstand any of Boxlunch's attack, the remaining members of the caravan exclaimed in disbelief.

One member hesitated for a moment, then picked up a bag of gold coins, before turning and running out of the tower in a panic.

"Hmph."

With a flash of his eyes, Boxlunch picked up a steel sword from the ground and threw it straight towards the fleeing guy.

The sword shot out rapidly, easily piercing through the escaping caravan member's heart, leaving him with a shocked look as his dying expression.

Outside the high tower.

A group of more than twenty human mercenaries, led by the two silver-rank experts, were struggling to fight against the black dragon, Meryer.

On the ground, there were scorched marks of dragon breath everywhere, along with several dead bodies of those unlucky mercenaries who had already fallen.

However, the black dragon remains unscathed, flying in the sky while looking down at the mercenaries down on the ground with a playful expression.

The Silver Mage's expression turned livid as Belus glared at the young black dragon that had appeared out of nowhere and just started wrecking havoc upon their base for no reason.

How many years...

Exactly how many years had it been since the patriach of the Sauron Household broke through the legendary rank and get in touch with the lord of the underworld? It had been so many years since anyone dared to provoke the authority of the Sauron Household like this!

Unexpectedly, a mere young black dragon actually dared to provoke them!

Damn beast!

Arrogant lizard!

Belus clenched his staff tightly with his face turning darker with each seconds that passed by.

He then looked at the dead mercenaries lying on the ground and said through gritted teeth, "Black Dragon... Do you know exactly who 'we' are?"

"Hah! Evil smugglers, of course!" Meryer sneered disdainfully before roaring arrogantly and added, "Greedy, evil humans! Leave all your treasures to me and this Lord may consider letting you go—"

"Cough, cough..."

Halfway through his sentence, a light cough suddenly interrupted Meryer's speech from behind the little black dragon's ears.

Meryer expression stiffened slightly, and he dryly coughed twice before straightening his dragon face and reiterated,

"No, that's not right! Greedy, evil humans! Leave all your treasures and the captive elves you kidnapped to me and this benevolent lord may consider letting you go..."

It was at this moment that Belus finally noticed a human-like figure that had been hiding on the back of the black dragon.

His gaze paused briefly in confusion, before casting an illumination spell.

The dark scenery outside was instantly illuminated, and Belus can now better see the small female figure riding on the back of the black dragon.

In an instant, his expression was filled with disbelief and shock.

"An Elf!?"