Gnolls are cunning and cruel.

Among the orcs, they are an extremely abominable race.

But they are not good at production, and they have no talent for architecture.

As a result, the places where the gnolls live, even the large tribes, are low, dilapidated houses, or simply burrowed into the ground.

After this tribe, there were gnolls everywhere.

Some of them were patrolling with weapons, some were dragging cattle with ropes, and some were holding slaves in their hands.

With the screams of the gnoll jailer, at this time, many gnoll people looked towards the entrance of the dungeon.

They looked at the entrance to the dungeon, the torn corpses of their companions, and the cat-people and girls looking up at the sky, and their eyes all showed a stunned light.

It seems that they can't believe what is happening in front of them.

"Whew!"

I don't know which gnoll was the first to look up to the sky and howl.

Then the entire gnoll tribe roared.

With such a creepy roar, a large number of gnolls surrounded the girl standing at the entrance of the dungeon.

These gnolls, each with a weapon in their hands, some covered in fur, or a variety of armor.

Their depictions are ugly and their postures are murderous.

A pair of hideous and cunning eyes stared at the girl, and some of the sharp mouths even drooped down and saliva.

Looking at the girl's eyes, there was a lot of evil.

Among these gnolls, the leader is a burly one-eyed gnolll.

He was covered in thick hair, and there was a scar on his right eye, so much so that the eyeball was cut and shrunk off.

In his hand, he held a rusted two-handed sword.

In addition to rust, it was stained with blood.

The orcs' smelting skills are not up to par, and it is difficult to make decent weapons.

The big sword in the hand of this one-eyed gnoll, although the whole body is rusted, the blade is flawless, well-made, and even runes can be seen on the sword.

This kind of sword is definitely not something that a jackal can make.

Most of them were captured by the gnolls from human adventurers.

"What's your name?"

The burly gnoll stepped forward with his great sword in his hand.

He looked at the girl with a murderous gaze and asked in a hoarse and unpleasant voice.

The great sword in his hand dragged on the ground, rubbing against the ground and making a rustling sound.

When the one-eyed gnoll man stepped forward, the surrounding gnolls all avoided it.

Obviously, he is in good standing.

And this one is a gnoll.

The girl remembers.

When their village was attacked.

He's in it.

The big sword in his hand killed many people in their village.

Looking at this jackal with hatred, the girl spoke coldly,

"Elija von Einzberen!"

Einzberen, which is said to be her father's name.

Her father is not a cat man.

Rather, it is a magician of the natural department of mankind.

Nature-based mages are similar to druids in that they are protectors of the forest.

By chance, this human magician came to their secluded village.

The patriarch made the prettiest maiden of the Cat People serve him.

Thus, she was born.

However, then the human magician left.

I'm afraid, he doesn't even know that he has his own daughter.

And Feng is her mother's name.

Her mother, called Feng Baobao.

So, her name was Illya von Einzberen.

Facing the girl's cold eyes, the one-eyed gnoll's gaze fell on the two broken corpses at the entrance of the dungeon.

"You killed both of them?"

The one-eyed gnolll asked again.

"Yes. ”

Illya replied calmly.

"Then you will die!"

With the cruel words, the one-eyed gnoll's face showed a hideous and tyrannical expression, and he grabbed the big sword in one hand, and slashed at the girl diagonally with the other.

He seems to want to do this, splitting the girl diagonally from the shoulder in half!

However, when the heavy sword roared, the wind from the big sword blew her hair, and the girl's cold eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest.

She just raised her hand as if at random.

But the moment the big sword slashed over, her five fingers, which were as smooth as glass, pinched the edge of the big sword!

The big sword that came and slashed came to an abrupt end.

It stopped against her cheek, less than ten centimeters.

Gradle!

The sound of crisp bones and joints colliding, accompanied by the sound of muscle tension, the one-eyed gnoll man held the big sword in his hand deadly, and the strength of his whole body poured out, wanting to cut off the big sword.

But the big sword in his hand did not move in the slightest.

Even, even if he even used the strength to feed himself, he still couldn't make the big sword in his hand move even a bit.

At this moment, he was simply a little incredulous.

How can such an astonishing power be hidden in such a thin-looking body?!

Finally, the one-eyed gnoll growled,

"Kill her!"

"Woooooooo

As his words fell, a large number of gnolls around him pounced.

And the moment the gnolls pounced, Illya's eyes narrowed slightly, and then her eyes opened again.

It's like a Buddha opening his eyes!

The cold eyes were filled with endless killing intent.

"Kill!"

Her lips moved slightly, and she spat out the word.

Then she grabbed the big sword with a strong hand, and the big sword "Bah!" was broken!

Grabbing the broken blade, Illya slashed straight ahead.

The broken sword body roared out, directly penetrating the one-eyed gnoll's chest, from his body, through his body, and then killing several gnolls behind him!

As soon as she struck to kill the one-eyed gnolls, Illya's cold gaze glanced around, and then the real killing began.

She stepped barefoot on the ground, and her thin figure rushed into the gnoll like a ghost.

Everywhere she went, her arms as white as porcelain swung through the chests of the gnolls, slicing their throats, gouging out their hearts, tearing their bodies apart, and crushing their heads.

Everywhere I went, blood gushed out, setting off a bloody storm!

Kill!

Kill!!

Kill!!!

The screams and wails of the gnolls rang out like a sad and desperate music.

The mourning music was accompanied by the sound of blood splattering and flesh tearing.

I don't know how long it took.

It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like it was less than ten minutes.

There was no one standing around Illya.

All around her, there were severed limbs everywhere.

Blood was gurgling on the ground, converging into streams of blood.