"It seems that today's hike was not in vain. Looking at the human head rolling down to his feet, the man in the green boots said in a very strange human voice.

Leon's gaze shifted to the position of his companion's head, his face taking on an incredulous expression at the sight of the man who spoke. The guy in the green boots wasn't a human. In the memories of the Blood Lions, they were called the Children of the Forest, the Whisperers of the Forest, or the Elves. Of course, for those who hate this species, they prefer to refer to these creatures as long-eared.

The elf in front of the chief knight was wearing a brown shirt and bark-colored trousers that made his legs look much slimmer than those of a human warrior. The dark green hood covered the elf's face, but the two long, pointed ears protruding from the opening of the hood confirmed his race. At the same time, Leon noticed that the elf did not carry the wooden longbow characteristic of their race, but instead had two unsheathed knives pinned to his waist.

The nezumi who had just killed Gregory had apparently noticed the new guest as well, and it laid down the half-eaten knight's corpse and turned its body in the direction of the elves. As for Leon, in the eyes of the nezumi, this dying human had nothing to fear.

"I don't know if you're an unnatural creature in the old man's mouth, but I have to say that you look ugly. The elves' ears twitched, it was a way for them to express their emotions. And instead of shaking his ears, another way for him to express his emotions is much more direct. With two sharp blades unsheathed, the elf already had two more long knives in his hands that shimmered with metal.

This is not the first time that the Blood Lion has seen elves, and one of the neighboring countries of the Grey Lion Kingdom belongs to these long-eared people. Whether fighting elves or fighting enemies together, the Knight Captain has experience in contact with elves. But these experiences did not apply to the elf in front of him, and in Leon's memory, there had never been an elf who used a melee weapon made of metal to fight the enemy like this guy in front of him.

And the two knives in the elf's hand also made the knight chief feel puzzled. Generally speaking, the most lethal attack method of the knife is the slash, so in order to increase the ability to chop, many knifesmiths will deliberately increase the weight of the blade to achieve the same result as a lever. But the long knife in the elf's hand didn't seem to be like that. Although the two knives are short and long, the blades are staggeringly thin, and with the crescent-like edges, they are more like works of art than weapons.

The two long knives fluttered like butterflies in the elf's hands, and the carved branches of the knives shimmered in the sunlight of the forest. After playing with a few sets of knife flowers, the elf hid the short knife upside down under his arm, and pointed the long knife in front of him with the other hand.

"I hope you can get a few more stabs. The elf said arrogantly.

Maybe this elf's behavior was too frivolous, Leon always felt that this guy was not at all like the elven elders he had seen or the long ears of those who claimed to be forest rangers. If anything, he is more like one of those young people who have just completed their recruit training and can't wait to go to the battlefield to prove themselves. In the experience of the Blood Lion, most of these guys don't live long.

The chief knight instinctively wanted to open his mouth to warn the elf to be careful, but before he could speak, the long knife in the elf's hand had already slashed through the nezumi's throat.

"Gaha!" the elf's speed startled the rat-men, who were accustomed to fighting humans. The long knife in the long-eared hand was like a silver light, and the thin blade didn't even make a sound when it sliced through the air. However, with his excellent physical fitness, the nezumi managed to retreat and avoid the elves' surprise attack.

"Hmph. Seeing that his attack was avoided, the elf snorted coldly, and the short knife in his right hand drew a white line from bottom to top!

However, the length of the short knife in the right hand was still a little worse, so that the blow that would have been enough to disembowel the nezumi only cut off a few hairs. The elf's two knives were out, and his right foot stepped forward, trying to use this foot as a fulcrum to turn around and slash again with the long knife in his left hand. But he was only halfway through his movements, and instead of retreating, the rat-man who had been aroused with ferocity advanced with his claws and attacked his opponent's head with a vicious wind!

The half-spun elf didn't have time to retract, and he didn't expect an enemy to rush up at the risk of being stabbed with a short knife. And in the battle of life and death, the lack of experience is bound to pay a terrible price.

"Shhh

"Ahh

"My eyes, my eyes!" (Elf) Blood the same color as a human slowly lingered along the elf's hand covering his face, and the great pain and the impact of losing one eye made the elf lose the will to fight for a moment. He sat on the ground as if he had gone mad, screaming hysterically.

But the elves' screams will not have the slightest effect on the nezumi, and no one will pity their food, at least not the nezumi. Seeing that its prey had lost its ability to resist, the nezumi let out a shrill laugh from its mouth, and it raised its foot and kicked the elf in the abdomen, knocking the unlucky bastard to the ground in one fell swoop.

"Hey, have you forgotten something!" Leon threw the stone he had just picked up at the nezumi's head, a stone just larger than a knuckle, which only made the nezumi tilt his head. However, this move succeeded in attracting the attention of the Blood Lion, and the nezumi slowly turned its head in the direction of the Knight Chief, and judging by its expression, it was very dissatisfied with the provocative behavior of the dying man.

The nezumi's distraction made it loosen its feet slightly, perhaps it was this slight respite that reminded the elf that he still had a knife in his hand, and before the nezumi pounced on Leon, the short knife in the elf's left hand stabbed hard between the nezumi's legs!

"Die, bastard!" Since there is no similar expletiveness in Elven language, the phrase is spoken in human language.

After all, the nezumi are still transformed from humans, and while their appearance and body structure have been reconstituted by the virus, some of the original weaknesses of the human body have been retained. As a male, after experiencing such a heavy blow, the rat-man's huge body fell down happily and never got up again.

After a while, the elf seemed to finally recover from the pain of losing an eye, and he pushed away the nezumi with difficulty, and stabbed the culprit no less than thirty times with the short knife in his hand. Until he was tired and had to rest with a knife again.

Leon saw all this, and the blood lion had a premonition, although this elf saved his life. However, it shouldn't take long for him to pay it back.