Irina led the elves out of the underground cave. Their clothes were still in tatters, but they looked completely different.
Many elves were already sobbing at the feeling of freedom after getting rid of the shackles, breathing in the fresh air, and looking up at the vast sky.
Irina was holding an old account book with a cold expression on her face.
Meg had already docked the ship by the shore. He glanced at the account book in Irina's hand, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"An account book that records the sales of the elves they caught in the past 10 years." Irina passed the account book to Meg.
Mag flipped through the account book, and found that it was filled with records of the number of wandering elves that they had captured. However, in this account book, they were called piglets. Most of them died from resistance and torture, and the enslaved elves were sold to various places. There were demons, orcs, and even people from the Roth Empire were involved.
Meanwhile, Bar Hill's name appeared very frequently. From 10 years ago until a month ago, there were records of him buying elves. The number was more than 100.
"What do you intend to do?" Meg passed the account book back to Irina.
"I want to kill," Irina said calmly. However, there was a storm hidden under that calmness.
"Then let's start from Bar Hill tonight." Meg nodded. He could understand Irina's feelings. He could also imagine the pain those wandering elves had to go through when they were sold to various places. The first place on the list was Bar Hill.
"Alright." Irina nodded, and her gaze softened slightly.
"I've already prepared the ship. I'm afraid it's not very convenient to bring them to the Fear Island, so I intend to let them go to Carapace Island first. We will meet them on our way back," Mag continued.
Irina glanced at the big ship not far away. She turned to the elves, and said, "Everyone, get on the ship. I will bring you all away."
Upon hearing this, all of the elves hurriedly collected their emotions and boarded the ship in an orderly manner.
Although there weren't any powerhouses among the elves, there were at least grade-3 or grade-4. After removing the badges and markings of the fel demon race, the ship quickly turned around and sailed toward Carapace Island in the south.
The Gryphon circled above the ship, sinking two ships and seven or eight flying mounts. After making sure that the ship had left the territory of the fel demons, it turned around and flew in the direction of the Isle of Fear.
Irina hugged Meg's waist and whispered into his ear, "In a while, you and Little Mi will keep watch from afar. I will kill the Bar Hill as soon as possible and bring away those trapped elves."
Meg's heart softened. Irina obviously did not want him and Amy to be in danger. He smiled and shook his head. "I'm afraid not this time. You and Amy stay a little further away. Let me go to the Fear Demon Island to transcend my tribulation first."
"Transcend your tribulation?" Irina looked at Meg in confusion.
"My power is about to recover to grade-9. However, because it is a new breakthrough, it is a little different from normal breakthroughs. It will trigger a heavenly tribulation. I have to endure it to successfully transcend my tribulation," Meg explained with a smile.
"Even if you break through to grade-9, you are still no match for the Bar Hill." Irina shook her head.
"Just watch. With Ah Zi around, even if I can't defeat it, I can still run," Meg said with a relaxed expression. It was a little difficult to explain about the lightning tribulation.
Irina looked at Meg, thought for a while, and nodded.
As the most powerful race among the demons, the fel demons occupied the three most fertile and spacious islands in the center of the Demon Islands.
They had the power to look down on the Demon Islands. A top fel demon patriarch, more than five grade-10 demons, and a powerful fel army. Such power was already comparable to the goblins.
However, Meg was not flustered. According to the system, when he was transcending his tribulation, the stronger the interference from the outside world, the stronger the lightning tribulation. If the entire fel demon race was involved, he was not sure what would happen. However, the fel demons would definitely be the ones to suffer.
On the island to the west of the Fear Islands, there was a hall built with black skulls. A tall demon sitting on a throne of skulls, enjoying a massage from an elf, raised his hand. A servant came forward and knelt on one knee.
The demon's face was twice as long as a normal person's. The upper half of his face was densely packed with eyes. The red eyes opened and closed at the same time, emitting a terrifying aura.
"I heard that the fel demons will release a new batch of goods tomorrow. Go and take a look for me. Buy all the good-looking ones. A few died a few days ago. We have to make up for it," the Bar Hill said in a hoarse voice. His voice was as harsh as metal scraping against each other.
"Yes," the servant replied respectfully.
"Let's go. I'm going to sleep. Today …" The Bar Hill's gaze swept across the elves who were avoiding his gaze. He reached out and pinched the chin of a petite elf. "I'll be under your care."
A hint of fear appeared in the elf's eyes. She pursed her lips and did not dare to make a sound.
The other elves looked at her with pity. Their hearts were also filled with sorrow. None of the elves who had been chosen had a good ending. Countless sisters had died, but even more sisters were bought and fell into this endless abyss.
The fel demons were the most powerful demon race. The Wind Forest had tacitly agreed to their deal. They would not offend the fel demons for them.
The Bar Hill stood up. He grabbed the petite elf's waist and was about to leave.
"Old dog Bar Hill, come out and die!"
At this moment, an arrogant and loud voice sounded in the sky. It spread across the three Fear Islands.
Boom!
Accompanied by the tremor of the ground, a thunderous sound almost exploded in everyone's ears.
"Ah!"
The elves screamed. Some of them lost their balance and even fell to the ground.
The demons in the hall also looked at each other. Who dared to come to the Fear Islands to provoke them and launch an attack?
The Bar Hill's expression turned cold. He let go of the petite elf and sneered, "Heh, it has been many years since someone dared to provoke us here."
Boom!
Boom!!
As soon as the Bar Hill finished speaking, two more thunderous sounds were heard. The tremor of the ground became more obvious. Some of the skulls hanging on the wall even fell off and rolled on the ground.
"Old dog Bar Hill, are you going to be a coward? Or are you fel demons all cowards? "
That voice became more and more arrogant. It was like a loud slap to the face of the Bar Hill.
"Hmph!" Bashir snorted coldly and walked towards the entrance of the hall. With a single step, he disappeared through the entrance.
The purple-striped griffin flew above the Island of Fear like a bolt of purple lightning. It spat out balls of purple lightning from its mouth, which smashed into the buildings on the island below. The balls of lightning exploded with a loud bang, destroying one building after another.
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