"What?!"
The book in Josh's hand slipped to the ground, and a panicked look appeared on his face as he grabbed the man by the collar. "What's going on?!"
"Your Highness … Your Highness, according to your instructions, the scouts followed Princess Irina's trail and discovered her tracks near the fifth street. Immediately afterward, we lost contact with three groups of scouts, and one of them also lost contact with the princess after reporting that she was attacked. Currently, more scouts are converging there, and the exact situation is unknown." The man in black replied in a trembling voice.
"The fifth street..." Josh pushed the man aside before quickly making his way out of the room. "Prepare the griffins and order the guards to come with me to the fifth street!"
"Yes!" The man hurriedly rushed out of the room.
Very quickly, a black griffin rose up from the Second Prince's residence, flapping its wings and flying away. Two teams of black-clothed men appeared from the back door, galloping wildly toward the north of the city in the rainy night.
…
"Tonight's rain is just as satisfying as it was three years ago."
In a certain pavilion in Rodu, a tall and broad figure stood in front of the window, looking out at the pouring rain as he took a sip of wine with a faint smile on his face.
…
It was as if the entire world had forgotten about the fifth street.
The black cat was curled up in a corner of the dilapidated archway with its black fur standing on end. Its body was hunched over, and its blue eyes were filled with horror as it looked at the beautiful elf in the distance. The rain was falling onto the green leaf on its head, but not a single drop of rain fell.
The sharp arrow had already reached Irina, and a sinister smile appeared on the orc's face. It was as if he could already envision the scene of his iron staff crushing Irina's head. The vines that had erupted from the ground were like vipers as they converged toward her legs. Within the darkness, a group of heavy cavalry began to charge toward her. The hooves of the unicorns splashed through the water in unison, and the tips of their lances shimmered with a cold light under the flashes of lightning.
Everything was cold and merciless, sealing off all avenues of escape for Irina.
A cruel smile appeared on Gajeel's face under his black mask. He had been waiting for this day for many years.
Many years ago, Alex and Irina had wreaked havoc on the continent, bringing him immense humiliation.
Alex was already dead, and now, Irina was also going to die. This was going to be a wonderful night.
Back when Irina and Alex were roaming the continent, she hadn't fought many battles. Even though she had already become a 10th-tier magic caster, not many people knew just how powerful she truly was.
"She's even given up on resisting? Without Alex's eyes, she's just a pretty face's face. " Gajeel pursed his lips with disdain. It seemed that the three races had overestimated Irina by deploying six 10th-tier powerful beings.
According to the news from the elven race, Irina had most likely sustained severe injuries three years ago, resulting in a massive drop in her cultivation base. Even though her slaying of Schubert had created quite a stir on the continent, it now appeared that Schubert was most likely so old that he couldn't even hold his wand properly anymore.
Countless pairs of eyes looked on in the darkness, and it was very likely that the history of the Norland Continent was going to be rewritten on this night.
The humans who had lost Alex and the elves who had lost Irina were going to become slaves and food for the other races again in the future.
Right at this moment, Irina raised her left hand.
The torrential downpour instantly ceased, and raindrops that were around the size of soybeans began to hover in mid-air. The string of arrows suddenly stopped, and the orc still had a sinister smile on his face as black vines wound around her legs.
Everything was like a picture that had suddenly stopped. In the faint golden light, that slender jade hand seemed to have been carved out of pure jade, fair and transparent.
A golden staff that was taller than a grown man appeared in Irina's right hand. Irina's expression was still as calm and holy as ever, and she said in a calm voice, "Holy Light, heed my call and cleanse all impurities!"
Dazzling holy light began to appear at the tip of her staff, making it as dazzling as the sun.
Beams of golden holy light pierced through the suspended raindrops, and all of the raindrops seemed to have turned golden as they began to radiate scintillating light. They were like golden swords that pierced outward, and even the darkness was forced to give way to them.
"Crap!" Gajeel's expression abruptly changed as a black shield appeared in front of him, and he hurtled back in retreat at the same time.
All of the other black-robed figures also unleashed defensive measures, and their expressions changed slightly.
The frozen scene started moving again at this moment.
The string of arrows that were hurtling toward them were struck by a beam of holy light, and were instantly reduced to dust. The holy light continued onward, piercing through the glabella of a demon archer in the distance.
The vines that had emerged from the ground were also illuminated by the holy light, and melted away like snow.
"Argh!" A forest troll in the distance immediately jumped up and let loose a bloodcurdling cry, but its legs had already disappeared.
The intertwining holy light fell upon the body of a beastman wielding a metal staff, and his soft armor, which had been constructed from the hide of a ninth-tier magic beast, was instantly sliced into countless shards. Blood gushed forth from the tiny intersecting wounds, and the massive metal staff was stained with rust. Layers of rust began to peel off from the staff, leaving behind a trail of metal shards on the ground.
The holy light then fell upon the spear-wielding heavy cavalrymen who were charging toward Irina. Their heavy armor, which was capable of withstanding seventh-tier attacks, was instantly riddled with countless cracks, and they were reduced to minced meat before they could even reach Irina.
Irina withdrew her left hand before smashing her staff into the beastman's face.
"Bam!"
The beastman was sent flying with blood all over his body, and he crashed heavily into a pile of rubble, where he was buried under inky-black rocks, completely dead.
The remaining holy light wreaked havoc, and left some wounds on the bodies of the black-clothed men.
The torrential rain continued to pour down on the fifth street, but it suddenly became much quieter. Only the anguished wails of the forest troll with its broken legs and heavy panting could be heard.
The smell of blood in the air couldn't be concealed even by the torrential rain.
In a short span of time, a team of heavy cavalrymen and a 10th-tier beastman had died a violent death.
The black-clothed men's expressions had already changed as they looked at Irina. This incomparably beautiful elf was actually so brutal when it came to killing people.
Furthermore, her strength was much greater than they had previously estimated.
Irina smiled with a hint of mockery, and said, "You might have misunderstood something. Back then, Alex didn't want me to fight, not because I was too weak, but because I was too heavy-handed, and it was easy for me to kill people. Furthermore, if I wanted to leave, which one of you could stop me?" "Irina, you've indeed exceeded my expectations. However, even Alex ended up in our hands. Do you think we'll let you leave alive?"
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