Chapter 395
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Cheil was already prepared to be attacked by the remaining members of the Inquisition at night.
She had set up many traps inscribed with Instant Freezing Spells in the room. The Frost Spirit's powerful senses also allowed her to predict the enemy's approach in advance.
However, Cheil did not expect the Inquisition to arrive so quickly. Although it was already late at night, it was still far from the time for the people of the Land of Frost to fall asleep …
She held her longsword tightly in her hand and hid in the shadows of the room. She used the senses provided by the Frost Spirit to quietly listen to the footsteps of the Inquisition outside the room.
One … No, three.
Cheil immediately determined the number of Inquisition based on the number of footsteps. She slightly tightened her grip on the hilt of her longsword.
The Inquisition was not easy to deal with. Even if Cheil had the "cheat" provided by the Flame Relayer, Cheil would still have to go through a tough battle if they were already prepared.
Three consecutive days of fighting had already exhausted Cheil. She began to consider temporarily avoiding this battle and seeking help from the Amt Marshals.
However, the footsteps outside suddenly disappeared, replaced by the sound of something sharp piercing through flesh.
Arrows!
Cheil immediately determined what had happened outside. Someone had used a bow and arrow to pierce through the body of one of the Inquisition. The sound of blood gushing out was clear in Cheil's ears.
Then there was the sound of a blade slicing through the neck. The other Inquisition did not even have the time to cry out in pain before he fell to the ground, clutching his neck.
Someone had attacked the three Nephilic Judges. Moreover, it was an agile archer and killer.
Cheil immediately opened the door to her room and saw a figure covered in a black robe fighting with one of the Inquisitions.
There were two more seriously injured Inquisitions lying on the ground. Cheil did not even have to pull her longsword out of its scabbard. The person in the black robe waved the dagger in her hand and killed the other Inquisition.
The three Nephilic Judges were all lying in a pool of blood. They were not dead. The blood spurting from their necks had delayed their death. However, they would die soon due to excessive blood loss or lack of oxygen.
"Who … are you?"
Cheil gripped his sword tightly and looked at the person in front of him warily.
The stone floor was already filled with cracks of various sizes. The three Nephilic Judges tried to resist before they died, but their resistance was futile. They could not resist the black-robed man at all.
"Me? A reporter. "
The Dark Elf pulled down his hood, a professional smile on his face.
Before Josiah hired the Dark Elves to do this job, he had specially reminded them of the various rules that the Dark Elves had to follow. One of them was that when interviewing someone, they must never force them. During the interview, they must appear to be friendly …
From then on, the Dark Elves would do their best to follow the rules that Josiah had taught them, including this time.
Unfortunately, no matter how charming the smile on the Dark Elf's face was, the blood on her body and the corpses at her feet could not be associated with the word "friendly".
"Reporter? Is it a special name that you elves use to kill Nephilic Judges? "
Cheil recognized Qianmian's race through her ears and skin color. She was an Elf.
Cheil had seen many posts about the Blackwood Forest fire on the spellcaster forum, so she understood the hatred between the Elves and the Heresy Tribunal.
That was why she had taken the initiative to assassinate the three Nephilic Judges. Everything seemed logical.
"I didn't think there would be elves surviving in the Land of Frost, but thank you for helping me get rid of these Nephilic Judges. Do you need any help?" Cheil said.
According to Cheil's guess, this Elf must have heard that she wanted to get rid of the Nephilic Judges, so she came to ask for her help.
"Your understanding of the profession of reporter might be wrong, but it's okay. I'm actually here to interview you."
Seeing that Cheil was so easy to talk to, the Dark Elf let out a sigh of relief. At least she wouldn't have to hold her sword to someone's neck during the interview.
"Elf, I don't understand your language." Cheil couldn't understand the meaning of the word "interview."
"Interviews are not in the Elven language." The Dark Elf looked at the young prince.
The prince who had lived in the Land of Frost for three years knew very little about the recent changes in Noland. She hadn't even watched television, so she couldn't understand the meaning of an interview.
"Have you listened to the Voice of Noland?"
The Dark Elf knew from Josiah that Prince Cheil had the Weave client and a leaf from the World Tree.
"The Voice of Noland? A small spell on the Weave. Wait … You know about the Weave? "
Cheil's vigilance went up another notch. She looked at the Dark Elf from head to toe.
Her dark purple skin didn't look like a Frost Elf's.
"Not only do I know about the Weave, I'm also from Noland. I work for the Voice of Noland. Young prince, since you've listened to the Voice of Noland, can you tell me what your favorite program is?"
The Dark Elf put on what she thought was her most amiable smile as she asked the question. But the next second, she pulled out a throwing knife from her waist and threw it at a Nephilic Judge who was trying to crawl away.
Cheil looked at the blood spurting out of the ground again. She was a little numb. She had seen enough of such scenes in the stronghold.
"The Frost Elf Taylin's singing program tonight?"
Cheil realized that the Dark Elf in front of her wasn't a simple person, but she didn't plan on calling the soldiers to capture her.
This was Cheil's first time meeting a friend who could talk about the Weave in real life!
"The Frost Elf's program … Have you listened to the daytime news?" the Dark Elf asked again.
"The program that tells the listeners about some valuable things that happened in Noland yesterday?" Cheil used a rather clumsy way to describe the daytime news. The Dark Elf nodded.
"You can think of it that way. My job is to collect those 'valuable things'. I'm a reporter," the Dark Elf said to Cheil after giving a brief introduction.
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