The sudden intrusion of the Elven Cavalry onto the battlefield left Ella stunned for a moment.
It was one thing for them to charge in, but the problem was that even within the cavalry, there was someone who seemed out of place—a white-haired old man who looked as if he had wandered in by mistake.
“The Elves know the Bloodslaughter King’s location,” Zero whispered quietly behind her.
“They want to try a decapitation strike too.”
Ella nodded, pondering for a moment.
For now, she decided to ignore the old man.
For fewer than a hundred Elves to dare charge a main camp, they had to be the absolute elite of the Forest, one in ten thousand.
She wasn’t the only one who thought so.
The Blood Demon Soldiers guarding the outskirts of the camp felt the same.
Seeing the determined charge, they instinctively made way.
So the small troop of dozens advanced in a sweeping momentum, their aura unstoppable.
“Kill!”
“We are the Forest Children, defenders of the Forest!”
“Enemy leader, die!”
The Elven Cavalry shouted slogans as they charged, battling fiercely until several sturdy Blood Demon Warriors burst from the central camp, meeting them head-on.
Bang–!
There were no flashy riding maneuvers—just people and deer flying in all directions.
The Blood Demon Warriors were sent sprawling, bodies bloodied as they crashed to the ground.
But that wasn’t important.
Ever since the war began, their side had always suffered higher casualties. They were used to it by now.
What unsettled them was that the Elven Cavalry didn’t seem as formidable as they appeared.
Ella, observing from behind, was equally puzzled.
These Elves didn’t seem any stronger than others on the battlefield.
Then how did they dare attempt a decapitation strike?
The Elves knocked off their Dilu mounts were uninjured, but having lost their rides, more Blood Demon Warriors surged forward, surrounding them tightly.
Although their casualty ratio was decent—at least managing a two-for-one exchange—the disparity in numbers was too great.
As the Elven Cavalry fell one by one, the scales of war gradually tilted.
“It seems they were destined to fail,” Ella sighed lightly. “They didn’t even force out the Bloodslaughter King.”
No sooner had she finished speaking than a thunderous roar erupted from the main camp ahead—
“Leave them to me!”
A figure over two meters tall leaped up, landing heavily on the ground. If the soil in the Forest hadn’t been so soft, the ground would’ve trembled.
He looked no different from an ordinary man, except for his formidable physique.
Sparse hair floated like bristles on cloth, and a faint red steam rose around his body.
The Blood Demon Tribe’s leader, the Bloodslaughter King, saw his warriors battling passionately and couldn’t help but feel his blood ignite.
Literally.
The Blood Demon Race was like this—the leader, possessing the purest bloodline, would become feverish at the sight of intense combat.
When the blood heated up, the whole body itched, and if he didn’t charge in and slaughter, it felt like ants were crawling all over him.
“Haha, this is the first time I’ve seen someone come to deliver themselves to death!”
These days, he’d been stifled by the war.
The Elves used the vast territory of the Great Forest to trade space for casualties, retreating as soon as they struck.
The Blood Demon Tribe, on the other hand, lacked the ability to exploit the Forest.
Just building camps was their limit.
So even though they charged fiercely, they ended up plunging deep into the Great Forest’s strategic depths.
For a moment, the Bloodslaughter King recalled the words of the Demon King Aio from the past.
But the Glory Road leaves no room for regret.
He gripped a broadsword, pulling aside the Blood Demon Soldiers at the front, and swung the blade down with thunderous force.
Crack!
The sound of flesh and weapon being split as one.
“Hahahaha!”
The Bloodslaughter King howled to the sky.
“Refreshing!”
All the pent-up frustration from days of war burst out in a single moment.
Ella patted behind her.
“If there’s a chance, when he’s blinded by bloodlust and off guard, we strike suddenly. We’ll definitely be able to… Zero?”
She was patting air.
No one was behind her.
Zero had already slipped away quietly.
She had said it needed to be sudden, but this was too sudden—even Ella hadn’t kept up!
The Bloodslaughter King truly was blinded by bloodlust.
His fervor soared, the red steam around him thickening like a ring of paint.
“Weak flesh!”
After a round of carnage, barely any Elven Cavalry remained before him.
As the Bloodslaughter King fought on, only a lone old man stood in his path.
“For the Forest!”
He hesitated for a moment, just as Ella had before, unsure why someone so elderly had come.
The old man shouted, raising his staff and bringing it down.
Bang!
The staff snapped.
The old man was thrown back, spitting blood as he crashed to the ground.
The Bloodslaughter King stared at his blade in confusion.
He hadn’t even used force.
“If you’re so eager to die, I’ll grant your wish.”
He took a few steps forward, raising his broadsword—
A gust of wind swept from behind, a needle-sharp chill pricking his neck.
Who?!
His blood ignited, speed surging to its limit.
By pure instinct, his thick neck twisted away, and Death’s Kiss left only a shallow wound on his flesh.
But in the next instant, he felt several stabs of pain in his abdomen—at first light, like tiny bites.
When had the assassin gotten so close?
To launch multiple attacks at once?!
“Aaaaahhh!!”
Sensing a mortal threat, the Bloodslaughter King no longer held back.
All the blood in his body erupted, forming a searing cloud around him.
[Blood Demon’s Wrath]
He unleashed his ultimate skill to force back the unknown assassin, then immediately retreated, calling out to his soldiers:
“Fall back! The Elves have more tricks!”
The Bloodslaughter King might have been reckless, but he was a veteran of countless battles.
In an instant, he understood why this strange, weak force dared attempt a raid.
A decoy—it had to be a decoy, meant to cover assassins and the main force behind them!
The Middle Great Forest was thick with branches and leaves.
No one knew how many unseen Elven Rangers lurked among the shrubs.
The Blood Demon Tribe had suffered dearly for this in previous days.
The soldiers hurriedly regrouped.
The personal warriors formed a shield around the Bloodslaughter King, abandoning the central camp and retreating to the rear camps.
After the chaos, silence returned to the front of the camp, leaving only over a hundred corpses strewn across the ground.
A small portion were Elven Cavalry and Dilu—the rest were Blood Demon Soldiers.
The Assassin Girl emerged from the shadows, returning to the side of the Pink-haired Thunder Girl.
“Sorry, Ella. I didn’t kill him, but he’s badly wounded and can’t escape.”
“You did well, you did more than enough. Thank goodness you didn’t kill him.”
Ella had prepared words for the Bloodslaughter King.
She was glad he survived.
Otherwise, if he died for no reason, she would’ve felt uneasy.
No rush.
First, she decided to check on the wounded.
In truth, it was hard to call anyone here a wounded survivor.
Almost all were dead.
The only one still breathing was the old man who had seemed out of place on the battlefield.
Ella walked over and took a closer look.
He seemed familiar.
“Elder Laiteni?”
The old man was barely clinging to life.
At the brink of death, he heard her voice and opened his eyes in a final burst of clarity.
“It’s you! Isadora said you once stopped the descent of the Evil God!”