The slogan Anton shouted before he died was heroic and tragic.
The elf slave, who had been imprisoned for a hundred years, saw Joe's body hanging on the railing for several days, and the pent-up anger was finally fully aroused at this moment.
The strong slaves broke open the wooden door, and the angry slaves swarmed out.
The piercing siren rang over the Brewster family.
"Go back to your circle! You stupid and despicable guys!" The guards were not panicked. The magician had already begun to build ice and earth walls.
Under the suppression of absolute strength, numbers cannot bring advantage.
A smooth and thick ice wall built a stronger cell, allowing them to stand behind the ice wall and mock the slaves with their claws and teeth.
The body and wood left shallow marks on the ice wall, and the slave elves roared angrily and helplessly.
They looked outside the ice wall, and the guards insulted Anton's body, but they could do nothing.
This sense of powerlessness makes them deeply despair.
Just like the fate they were born with, they were never given a chance to choose.
Just then, the sky cast a huge shadow.
The thick ice wall suddenly shattered.
The magic wand in the magician's hand also turned into ashes.
Everyone looked up and saw the giant beast shining purple under the moonlight.
And the beautiful elf with golden light sitting on the giant beast.
"It's Princess Irina!"
Some slave elves shouted!
The guards' eyes showed panic for the first time.
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"What's going on?!" Elliot came out in pajamas and frowned.
"Clan leader, there is something wrong with the slave pen on the farm. We have sent the guards of the clan there, but there is no big trouble." A middle-aged elf who looked like a butler came forward and said respectfully.
"Hmph, these despicable guys, I gave them food and clothing to survive, but they still dare to cause trouble." Elliot's face turned cold, "Kill a few more this time, and the one who tried to run away a few days ago The old guys are hanging together, I want to see how much they want to leave here."
"Yes." The butler smiled and accepted the order.
Elliot yawned, turned around and entered the bedroom again.
Since he was dismissed and returned to the territory, he felt the free atmosphere raging in the Wind Forest. Elliot sealed off the fiefdom and spread all the news among the slaves and servants.
He didn't care how the floods were outside, as long as he was in this castle and this territory, he was still the supreme king, with the right to kill and seize.
His approach proved to be very effective.
While other lords were canceling their slave contracts and were forced to let go of their slaves, he still firmly controlled thousands of slaves.
They are the main force in farming and supporting the Brewster family and the Wind Forest.
Thousands of soldiers raised by the Brewster family, led by the steward, were fully armed and surrounded the slave area.
Slaves were not qualified to live in the castle. They were kept like cattle and sheep in a low bungalow outside the castle, so it was also called a slave pen.
Outside the low bungalow, there is an iron thorn fence several meters high, covered with sharp and poisonous iron thorns.
The flames ignited the slave pen, and the noise of fighting and cheering came from inside.
"Put out the fire! Then arrest all those despicable guys who dare to rebel!" the steward ordered coldly.
The team agreed, and a water magician came forward and began to chant magic spells.
There were also heavily armed melee elves who opened the doors in three directions and swarmed in.
Slaves are just two-legged domestic animals with long lives, but those with some beauty or magical talents will not be left here.
Coupled with the heavy shackles, they were defenseless against the powerful army.
There are even many elven soldiers who believe that the guards must be asleep, otherwise the dozens of guards in the slave pen alone would be enough to suppress any so-called rebellion.
But when they rushed into the slave pen, tried to solve all the problems with one charge, and then went back to sleep, they were shocked by the sight in front of them.
The battle is over.
All the guards were captured and tied up in the central open space. In addition to scars, there was endless fear on their faces.
And those shackled slave elves with angry and fanatical expressions were surrounding the guards at this moment.
Of course, it was not the slave elves who shocked the soldiers.
Instead, it was the huge purple-striped griffin suspended in mid-air, and the beautiful elf sitting on the back of the griffin.
"It's Princess Irina!"
An elf exclaimed.
The advancing elf soldiers subconsciously stopped and looked at Irina, unable to muster the slightest courage to attack.
They seemed to understand why the slaves who had always been peaceful suddenly became excited and aggressive tonight.
"Your Highness Irina, I am Dirk of the Brewster family. What are you doing here late at night?" The butler stepped forward and looked at Irina respectfully.
The Brewster family is not a powerful family, and the patriarch Elliot is only a ninth-level magician, and there is not even a tenth-level strongman sitting in charge.
And this place is far away from the City of Life. Even if we call for help now, High Priest Helena may not be able to arrive in time.
As for Irina's power, anyone with any brains in the Forest of Wind now knows it very well.
Here she was now, on the side of the rebellious slaves.
He was panicked.
"Take some elves away and kill some guys who don't deserve to be called elves." Irina said in a cold voice.
Dirk's face froze, and he knew very well that in Irina's eyes, he might be one of those guys who didn't deserve to be called an elf.
"Albin, find the murderers who killed Anton and Joe and avenge them." Irina looked at a thin elf below.
Albin nodded, picked up a bloody dagger from the ground, and walked towards the bound guards.
"Don't kill me... I didn't kill him... they killed him..." The guard leader, whose legs were bent and thrown into the corner, shouted in horror.
Albin stepped forward silently, then stabbed his thigh with a knife, and then suddenly pulled it downwards, causing the muscles to turn outward and blood to spurt out.
ah--
The guard leader let out a scream.
The expressions of all the guards and the soldiers standing not far away changed.
Someone recognized Albin, the skinny monkey who slaughtered the livestock on the farm.
"This knife is for Joe. Of course it's not enough. You stabbed him twelve times, and I will pay you back double, plus Anton's twenty-four. And, before I finish stabbing him, don't you?" He will die, I can guarantee that.”
Albin looked at the guard leader and said indifferently. He raised his hand and slashed his left leg again, pulling out a hamstring.
