That's a fake elf

Seeing that his men were in danger under the attack of ghouls and wraiths, with nearly half of them already infected by the plague, Gray stood up supporting the wall and staggered toward the front line.

"You have been poisoned. If you continue to fight, you will die!" Meira said nervously as she supported Gray.

"Since Master Ailan handed them over to me, I must take them back alive. Even if they die, I should die in front of them!"

Gray's face turned pale and his eyes were dull.

Although the ghouls in the mine have a short transformation time, their strength is average.

However, because the possessed ghosts are extremely powerful and most of them carry a fatal plague curse, if a person bitten by a ghoul is not treated in time, he will be assimilated into a new ghoul within a day.

Because Count Vatra's cooperation with the Kingdom of Vastia had been kept secret from Cuiting, they could not mobilize the clergy of the Druid Temple.

For ordinary skin injuries, the secret archers can rely on their strong physical fitness and some herbs to slowly recover.

But when they encountered this undead creature, they were a little helpless.

If there is no need for combat, they can also seek help from the deep sea priests on the island.

With the relationship between Master Ailan and Princess Donna, the Deep Sea Priest will not refuse, but it is impossible for them to cooperate with the Secret Archer.

According to the current situation, if he does not open a safe passage for these people, everyone present will die within an hour at most.

"I won't allow you to die!" Meira held a dagger and stood in front of Gray.

"I should have insisted on sending you to Fanasier in the first place. Even if you are sent back to your unfit father, it would be better than being with me."

Gray took a deep look at Meira, with a bitter smile on his lips.

"It's too late. Even if you want to drive me away now, I won't leave." Meira stared into Gray's eyes, and the affection in her eyes made Gray turn his head away and sigh helplessly.

Meera was rescued by him 15 years ago when he was inspecting goods at the port. She was only eight years old at the time. In order to escape the fate of being a military prostitute, she personally killed the slave owner from Vastia.

Seeing Mera's half-elf ancestry, he felt compassion and helped Mera escape the Vastians' search.

He had proposed several times to send Meera back to Fanathil and to a nursery under the name of the Druid Temple, but the other party insisted on staying with him and even threatened her with death.

In desperation, he could only keep it with him.

Over the past 15 years, she had learned superb archery skills through hard training, gained Lord Aylan's recognition, and became a secret archer. She stayed by his side legitimately and never left him.

Gray knew that the girl was waiting for an answer from him, but he couldn't accept it.

Because the road he wants to take is full of thorns, and he will definitely die in a bad way in the future.

He couldn't possibly delay this girl's life for his own selfish reasons. In his opinion, Meira should have a brighter and broader future.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" Meira looked at Gray, who was staring blankly at her, her face red and a little at a loss.

"Meira, help me over!" Gray looked at Meira's beautiful and young face and made a decision in his heart.

"it is good."

. . . . . . . . . .

"Master Gray, why are you here?" Several secret archers were excited when they saw Gray coming to the front line.

"Come and fight side by side with you." Gray said solemnly.

"But you have been seriously injured. Let's dedicate some of our people to send you out of here. As long as you are treated in time, you will be fine. Master Ailan still needs you!"

A secret archer said anxiously.

"I appreciate your kindness, but I can't abandon them." Gray looked back at the archers and miners who were bandaging their wounds, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.

"..." The secret archers looked at each other, wanting to go forward and persuade each other to leave, but they didn't know how to speak.

After all, escaping in battle is a taboo. If the soldiers who are fighting know about it, they may collapse immediately.

"We can't save everyone." Mera supported Gray's body, looked at the secret archers who were hesitant to speak, and said what all the secret archers were thinking.

"I know."

Gray hugged Meira, a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes, but he became extremely firm in an instant:

"But as the leader of this team, I must shoulder the responsibility."

"Meera, I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" Meera was happy at first to be hugged tightly, but then she was stunned for a moment, and immediately began to struggle, but a heavy blow to the back of her head made her vision go dark.

"Master Gray?" All the secret archers looked at Gray in shock.

"I already observed it when I came in. The boundary of the mine is recovering quickly. Master Ailan should have repaired the seal again."

Gray used his dagger to tear off a piece of cloth and wrapped it around Meira's wrist. He looked around at the secret archers and said loudly:

"I will use my sword to open a safe path for you."

"..."

The secret archers burst into tears when they saw Gray put down his bow and arrows, holding two swords in his hands, exuding powerful life force, and rushing towards the group of ghouls.

They knew that the elf who retired from the Sword Dancer Legion and became their leader was now burning his own life to buy time for them.

"Everyone, we are the fallen leaves from the big tree of Fanathil."

Holding two swords, Gray, like an excellent dancer, danced a waltz that brought death in the darkness. Wherever he passed, the ghouls and resentful spirits were turned into powder.

“The ultimate destination is to become the nourishment for this big tree, allowing it to grow vigorously.”

"No matter how bumpy the road ahead is, I hope you can protect it and never betray it."

"Long live Fanathil!"

The secret archers roared angrily, summoned all the soldiers, protected the miners, followed Gray, and rushed deeper into the cave.

. . . . . . . . . . .

Helena, who had been hiding in the darkness and observing, was surprised to see Gray actually burning his own life force to open a path for the team.

She once followed Celia, the leader of the Siren Banshee clan, and arrived at Fanathil together, where she met the powerful members of the Sword Dancer Legion.

As the top swordsmen, sword dance masters are usually pure-blooded elves. They always charge at the front of the team, so they are often trapped in tight siege.

In order to win, they often learn some secret methods to burn vitality and lifespan and temporarily gain powerful power. The most famous one is [Mark of Revenge].

In this state, the sword dance master can classify any living or dead creature as a mortal enemy and obtain attribute special attacks in the sense of the law. Even the undead souls cannot survive their swords.

Originally, Helena thought that since the end of the Fahr War 50 years ago, Fanasil's Sword Dancer Corps was forcibly disbanded, and the secret techniques of the Sword Dance Masters would become unheard of. She never thought she would see them here again.

[What a difficult guy. It seems I have to take action personally. 】

Although the aura exuding from Gray's body made Helena extremely uncomfortable at this time, she hid her head and appeared in front of the formation of the wraiths and ghouls, blocking the opponent's swords with her claws.

"What a strong resentment." Gray's hands holding the sword trembled as he was forced back by the resentment. He looked at the sudden appearance of the headless resentful spirit with a look of shock on his face.

"I never thought that the once glorious sword dance master would eventually give up his faith and become a mouse in the darkness."

Helena's banshee howl echoed in the air, causing many miners to have red eyes and fall into a state of confusion. Even the secret archers inevitably felt fear.

"Who are you?" Feeling the powerful spiritual power, Gray looked ferocious, and the flame of life on his body almost turned into substance.

"Who I am is not important. What is important is that your life will end here."

Helena, who had seen through that Gray was now a strong man but a strong man, sneered and suddenly appeared behind Gray as if she had teleported.

The dry claws exuding resentment directly passed through the superficial flame of life, leaving deep scars on his body that were visible to the bones.

Mera, who was awakened by the Banshee's Wail, saw that Gray was injured, and without hesitation grabbed the mithril sword of the arcane archer beside her, and stabbed Helena in the back.

Unexpectedly, the dagger actually passed through Helena's body and pierced Gray's body.

"Well!"

"Grey!"

Seeing Gray who was seriously injured and lying on the ground, Meira froze and rushed towards Gray like crazy, completely turning a blind eye to the sharp claws coming from behind.

"Get out of the way!" Hearing Meira's voice and sensing the resentment behind him, Gray Tiger's eyes widened and he turned around and pushed her away.

The sharp claws penetrated directly through the chest and clawed out a bright red heart.

Both Helena and others were stunned.

"Do not--"