Chapter 2101
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The slogan that Anton shouted before he died was heroic and indignant.
The elven slaves who had been imprisoned for a hundred years saw Joe's body hanging on the railing for days. Their pent-up anger was finally unleashed at this moment.
The strong slaves broke open the wooden door, and the angry slaves swarmed out.
The ear-piercing alarm sounded in the sky above the Brewster Family.
"Go back to your cages! You stupid and despicable people! "The guards didn't panic, and the magic casters had already started to build ice and earth walls.
In the face of absolute power, numbers didn't bring them any advantage.
A smooth and thick ice wall built a sturdy prison cell, allowing them to stand behind the ice wall and mock the slaves who were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.
Their bodies and wood left faint marks on the ice wall, and the slaves roared in anger and helplessness.
They looked outside the ice wall and saw the guards humiliating Anton's body, but they couldn't do anything.
This feeling of helplessness made them feel deep despair.
It was as if they were born with fate, and they never had a choice.
At this moment, a huge shadow fell from the sky.
The thick ice wall suddenly shattered.
The magic wand in the magic casters' hands also turned to ashes.
Everyone looked up and saw the giant beast shining with purple light under the moonlight.
And the beautiful elf with golden light sitting on the giant beast.
"It's Princess Irina!"
A slave shouted!
For the first time, panic appeared in the eyes of the guards.
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"What's going on?!" Elliot came out in his pajamas with a frown.
A middle-aged elf who looked like a butler came up and said respectfully, "Chief, there's a problem at the farm's slave cages. We've already sent the guards over, and they won't be able to cause any trouble."
"Hmph, these despicable people. I gave them food and clothes so that they could live, and they still dare to cause trouble." Elliot's face turned cold. "Kill a few more this time. Hang them together with the old guy who tried to escape a few days ago. I want to see how badly they want to leave."
"Yes, Chief." The butler smiled and left.
Elliot yawned and turned to enter the bedroom again.
Ever since he was dismissed and returned to his territory, Elliot had felt the free atmosphere that was raging in The Wind Forest. He sealed off his fief and spread all the news among the slaves and servants.
He didn't care about the flood outside. As long as he was in this castle, in this territory, he was still the supreme king, with the right to kill and seize.
As it turned out, his method was very effective.
While the other lords removed their slave contracts and were forced to release their slaves, he still had thousands of slaves under his control.
They were the main force of the farm, supporting the Brewster Family and The Wind Forest.
Under the steward's lead, thousands of fully armed soldiers of the Brewster Family surrounded the slave area.
Slaves were not qualified to live in the castle. Like cattle and sheep, they were kept in a low bungalow outside the castle. Therefore, they were also called the slave pen.
Outside the short single-story house, there was a fence of iron thorns that was several meters high. The fence was covered with sharp and highly poisonous iron thorns.
The flames ignited the slave pen, and noisy sounds came from inside. Those were the sounds of battle and cheers.
"Put out the fire! Then capture all the despicable bastards who dare to rebel! "the steward ordered coldly.
The troops agreed. A water elemental magician stepped forward and began to chant a magic spell.
There were also fully armed close combat elves who opened the gates in three directions and swarmed in.
Slaves were just two-legged livestock with a long lifespan. As long as they had some beauty or magic talent, they would not be kept here.
Coupled with the heavy shackles, they had no resistance in front of the powerful army.
Many elven soldiers even thought that the guards must be asleep. Otherwise, just the dozens of guards in the slave pen would be enough to suppress the so-called rebellion.
However, when they rushed into the slave pen and tried to solve all the problems with one charge and then go back to sleep, they were shocked by the scene in front of them.
The battle was over.
All the guards had been captured and tied up in the center of the empty space. Apart from the wounds on their faces, there was also endless fear.
Meanwhile, those shackled elven slaves with angry and fanatical expressions were currently surrounding those guards.
Of course, the elven slaves were not the ones who were shocked.
Instead, it was the huge purple-striped griffin floating in mid-air and the beautiful elf sitting on its back.
"It's Princess Irina!"
An elf exclaimed.
The elven soldiers who were charging forward subconsciously stopped in their tracks. They looked at Irina and could not muster up any courage to attack.
They seemed to understand why the slaves who had always been obedient suddenly became excited and radical tonight.
"Your Highness Irina, I am Dirk from the Brewster Family. What brings you here in the middle of the night?" the steward said respectfully to Irina.
The Brewster Family was not a powerful family. Their patriarch, Elliot, was only a 9th-tier magician. They did not even have a 10th-tier powerhouse.
Furthermore, this place was far away from the City of Life. Even if they asked for help now, High Priestess Helena might not be able to arrive in time.
Anyone with a brain in The Wind Forest knew how powerful Irina was.
At this moment, she appeared here and stood on the side of the rebelling slaves.
He panicked.
"Take some elves and leave. Kill some fellows who don't deserve to be called elves," Irina said coldly.
Dirk's expression froze. He knew very well that in Irina's eyes, he might be one of those fellows who did not deserve to be called elves.
"You are Albin, right? Find the murderer who killed Anton and Joe and avenge them." Irina looked at a skinny elf below.
Albin nodded. He picked up a blood-stained dagger from the ground and walked toward the tied-up guards.
"Don't kill me … I didn't kill him … They killed him …" the guard leader who was thrown into the corner with his legs bent screamed in horror.
Albin walked up silently and stabbed the guard leader's thigh. Then, he slashed downwards. The tendons and flesh were torn apart and blood spurted out.
"Ah!"
The guard leader let out a blood-curdling scream.
The expressions of the guards and the soldiers standing not far away changed.
Someone recognized Albin. He was the skinny monkey who was in charge of slaughtering livestock on the farm.
"This stab is for Joe. Of course, it's not enough. You stabbed him 12 times. I will pay you back double. In addition, Anton stabbed him 24 times. Also, you won't die before I finish stabbing him. I can guarantee that. "
Albin looked at the guard leader and said coldly. He raised his hand and made a cut on the guard leader's left leg, pulling out a tendon.
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