The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 268: Battle of the Arrogant

Chapter 268: Battle of the Arrogant
It's not like Shandel hasn't seen well-trained soldiers before.

But these alien species that came in response to Roland's call...

Their minds seemed to be connected by an invisible thread, with a tacit understanding that required no command, as if they knew each other's thoughts at all times.

The bows and arrows in their hands can penetrate through layers of narrow gaps and accurately shoot into the eyes of the enemies behind the wall;

The scimitars in their hands cut the spider legs like cutting paper, and then, like dancing, they drew a beautiful arc;

They were as light as birds, flying freely among the branches and treetops, or quietly crawling among the lush rose bushes, swinging a ray of star-speckled sword light when the monsters staggered by.

In their eyes, these alienated, fearless citizens who pushed Roland and Shandel into a desperate situation were like...

"Like a wild animal."

Shandel muttered.

Haldir looked back at the girl and smiled politely, but did not talk to her.

"These monsters, similar to orcs, have lost their wisdom. In our eyes, they are not even as good as those inferior creatures that breathe out of their nostrils. If you don't mind, I would indeed like to call them beasts."

Haldir said to Roland.

He listened carefully to every word Roland said and answered seriously, but turned a deaf ear to Shandel's voice, only nodded in approval and smiled - this was the highest level of arrogance: gentle and polite.

'But you don't deserve it.'

"I respect everyone's little hobbies... Kill all the 'monsters' you see, my friend. Those that are everywhere, kill them."

Roland said with a pale face.

Haldir raised his head slightly, and the elegant breastplate extended all the way to his neck, making him look even more uncomfortable with lowering his head.

He uttered an imperceptible "obey" in a proud manner, and then gestured to the shadows around him.

Except for a few guards and the elf carrying Fernandez, this group of the best warriors disappeared into the jungle in the blink of an eye.

Haldir and his guards escorted Roland to the direction pointed by Xiandel - the closest way out of the city:
If these brave and powerful warriors who were invited here can successfully break the mystical triangle, then Roland and Shandel will be able to leave at the fastest speed the next moment the "field" disappears.

They had to stay as far away from the angel as possible.

Even seek help from the nearest regional Crown God sect.

"Where are you from, Haldir?"

"Lothlórien, the distant creator."

“Why do you call me the Creator?”

Haldir nodded his forehead and made a salute that Roland could not understand: "We were born into this history because of you. You are the spreader of music, the favorite child of Ilúvatar."

Roland coughed twice, with a strange expression: "Ilúvatar."

"God above gods, the eternal fire that created all things from nothing. We respect you who gave us life again as we respect Him - the distant creator, Roland Collins."

Listening to their conversation, Shandel felt like a country bumpkin.

She had never been treated like this before.

In London, whether in the salons of the rich or the exchanges for the mysterious, she had never been treated like this, nor had she ever felt like this.

Hillbilly.

An outsider who knows nothing.

She is now.

"'God above gods'?" Shandel interrupted, "'The eternal fire that created all things from nothing'? The only one who truly possesses this power is the Father of All Things, the alien. What you are worshipping is just a false god that does not exist."

Haldir was not angry at all. He raised his chin slightly and glanced at the gray-haired girl.

The child had lived less than one-tenth as long as the youngest child in his tribe.

"The eyes of an elf are obviously not comparable to those of a dwarf."

He just said this, but it happened to anger Shandel Kratov.

She rarely gets really angry, and doesn't think there's anything worth getting angry about - but this alien's behavior is exactly what she hates the most:
How dare this lowly alien pretending to be noble show his arrogance towards humans?

What are xenomorphs?
Like the snake on Roland's wrist.

Shandel thought the name was just right: pet.

Just a pet, or material for rituals.

"Elves? It turns out that alien species can give themselves names." Xiandel's voice was very soft, but she knew that the other party could hear it.

Those long ears are not just for decoration.

"Just like you don't call yourselves 'short-lived, fragile humanoids that die in the blink of an eye', didn't you also give yourselves a name - 'human'?" Haldir turned his head and looked at Shandel with amusement, pulled out an arrow, drew the bow and shot!

whoosh-

The leaves in the dense forest moved.

A few seconds later, a curled-up spider monster fell from the moss-covered roof.

"Humanoids?" Xiandel's face turned ugly: "We are humans, the first of all creatures."

Haldir smiled meaningfully: "The monkey thinks so too."

Roland didn't know what sin he had committed.

While having his blood constantly drained by this broken box, he also had to keep an eye on Cinder and Haldir, in case the two of them started pulling out their guns and arrows out of anger.

Roar--

After passing through a narrow alley and entering an open square.

A group of wandering monsters discovered them.

These alienated citizens are moving faster again.

Their faces no longer resembled their original features, their lips were gone, and their teeth had become sharp; all the hair on their heads had fallen off, and their scalps had begun to rot, growing a layer of black fuzz.

In their eyeballs, there are more eyeballs.

"Disgusting monster."

Roland watched as the elves fired a rain of arrows that was as powerful as gunfire. Every time the bowstring trembled, one or two or three or four monsters would be pierced through the eye sockets, and together with their friends behind them, they would be pierced to the ground by a long arrow.

String into strings.

"Only the worst among us can hit the target every time, Creator." Haldir looked ahead, and when the roaring flood rushed towards him with a rain of arrows, he hung up his longbow and drew the strangely shaped longsword from his waist.

Clang!
The sword light flashes!

Xiandel saw a girl who was probably less than ten years old rushing in with bared fangs and claws, and was quickly beheaded by Haldir - the elf chopped her down without changing his expression, swung his sword around, and ripped open the monster on the left with it!
Those spider legs that were supposedly as hard as knives were like the thin and long dead branches that could be found everywhere under their swords, and they broke into pieces at the slightest touch.

"As sharp as their words."

Shandel gently grasped Roland's wrist, and the little "secret" he had left turned into a comfortable warmth.

"Don't waste your energy, Shandel."

Roland knew what the girl was doing. She shouldn't use the last of her strength on herself.

Xiandel said nothing, looking at the calm young man and the elegant creatures wielding swords and emitting a faint glow.

A strange feeling suddenly arose in her heart.

Never before.

she…

It seems that he doesn't want Roland to die.

why?
Shandel thought the idea was strange.

"Roland." Her eyes were empty.

"Ok?"