That's a fake elf

On the green grass, several Fanasil hunters who were lucky enough to survive fell to the ground with faces full of pain and struggled to crawl toward the village. Blood dripped from their wounds penetrated by crossbow arrows.

When they saw the gate of the village being closed, expressions of despair appeared on their faces, and they knew they had been abandoned.

"Chief, won't you arrest these people?"

A repeating crossbowman wearing chain mail glanced at the hunter on the ground and couldn't help but ask the knight who was riding on a white horse.

"These green-haired bastards are not wood elves. Why should I waste my energy on them?"

A cold snort came out of Fredericius's nose. The purpose of his trip was not for these green-haired bastards.

There are millions of civilians in the Principality of Fanathil, but wood elves account for less than one percent of them.

These beautiful creatures, which can easily live for three to four hundred years and look beautiful, have always been sought after by dignitaries from all over the world.

But elves rarely look down on short-lived human nobles.

Most elves are natural spellcasters. Even half-elves can easily learn magic and become priests, so they are very popular among nobles in various countries.

Some low-level nobles who have become rich through business or other means and spent money to buy titles are often from poor backgrounds and have no connection with the royal bloodline of various countries.

If you want to have access to the core rights of the country, you must have noble blood. This is the consensus of all the nobles in the Enroth continent.

High-ranking nobles with royal blood simply looked down on lower-ranking nobles and knights without noble blood.

When choosing a marriage, their first choice is always those who are well matched, followed by those low-level nobles with noble blood.

Being like a nouveau riche is not within their scope of consideration at all.

Wood elves are one of the most famous magical races in the Enroth continent. Even if they do not have a title, they are still coveted by the earls of human countries.

Therefore, there are countless low-level nobles who want to come to Fanathil every year to try their luck and deceive an elf commoner as their partner.

Most of the high-ranking nobles have a good reputation and will choose to hold banquets and blind dates, or come to Fanasier to try their luck at the Spring Forest Festival in May every year.

But the lower nobles were different. The nouveau riche who had no way to marry elves were accustomed to using money and violence to solve problems.

For this operation, Fredericius spent a lot of money. He not only spent a lot of money to buy a siege crossbow from a powerful count, but also hired several heavy crossbowmen who had retired from the army at a high price to help out.

Although these old guys are no longer as strong as before due to aging, as high-level professionals, they still have the ability to eat.

The walls of Lin Yu Village are all made of oak, which is extremely hard. There are also several arrow towers more than ten meters high on the four corners, each of which is enough to accommodate three archers.

If we follow the normal siege method, Fredericius's hundred and ten men will not be enough to fill the gap.

But with the addition of these heavy crossbowmen, Lin Yucun's defensive capabilities were not worth mentioning at all.

As the arrow towers were knocked down one by one by the siege crossbows controlled by the heavy crossbowmen, Fredrici showed an excited expression on his face.

Without the arrow tower, the people in the village would have no advantage in shooting range. With four heavy siege crossbows, the gate could be breached quickly. He seemed to have seen the golden cutie waving to him.

"Warriors, take down this village, kill all those green-haired bastards, and capture all the elves. After we go back, we can enjoy the food and drink!"

"Long live the leader."

"Woooooo."

As the horn made of cow horns was blown, a black flag with a cow's head was erected.

Fredericius, who was wearing heavy armor, put down his visor, picked up his steel shield and lance, and rushed towards the village gate first.

Scattered arrows hit his armor like rain stars and fell weakly to the ground.

Dozens of phalanx infantrymen holding guns and shields and wearing chain armor put their square shields on their heads and began to stride towards the entrance of the village.

A large group of repeating crossbowmen followed closely behind, frantically pouring arrows into the village.

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Standing on the bell tower of the village, watching the bandits launch a general attack, Herister gritted her teeth and raised and lowered the recurve bow several times.

The time has not come.

As a ranger in Linyu Village, she is the only elf ranger in the entire village who has reached level 40.

With her archery skills, she can easily hit even a grape 200 meters away.

But now she couldn't take action at will, because there were several heavy siege crossbows outside the village watching eagerly.

It was not that she had not thought about shooting the heavy crossbowmen who were operating the siege crossbows, but when she saw the phalanx infantry near the heavy crossbowmen, she understood that the opponent's commander would not let him succeed easily.

As long as she reveals her archery skills that can kill heavy crossbowmen, the bell tower she is currently staying in will definitely not be saved, and she will also lose her only ability to threaten the opponent's commander.

She didn't have many opportunities. She had to eliminate the opponent's leader at once, and then take advantage of the opponent's moment of confusion to shoot all the heavy crossbowmen in order to save the village.

Fortunately, this opportunity came quickly.

Herister's eyes lit up as she looked at the heavily armored knight urging his war horse to rush towards the wooden gate, as well as the dozens of crossbowmen and phalanx infantry following him.

Silently holding the three arrows, Helister's eyes flashed with lightning.

Hold your breath, concentrate.

"Three consecutive shots"

The three arrows were like meteors chasing the stars and the moon. They crossed the sky in the blink of an eye and hit the charging Frederic exactly.

"It's done."

She shook her fist fiercely, and a proud expression appeared on Herister's face, but the next second, her expression changed.

The arrows she shot were indeed inserted into the opponent's helmet, chest and gauntlet, but the opponent did not fall off his horse, but steadily launched an attack on the door.

Unwilling to give up, she shot two arrows again, but Fredericius, who had been on guard for a long time, was smarter this time and blocked the steel shield in his left hand directly in front of him.

The two arrows could only be shattered on the steel shield.

Originally Helist was still about to struggle, but she suddenly saw the heavy crossbowman on the opposite side change direction and aim the arrow here.

After just a second of hesitation, Heliste had already missed the opportunity.

The huge crossbow arrow arrived in an instant and flew past Helister's body, knocking the big clock behind her dozens of meters away and destroying a large area of ​​houses.

Staring fiercely at the heavy crossbowmen outside the village, Helister knew that she could no longer stay in the bell tower.

This time there was only one arrow, and she was able to dodge it with her agility. The next time she was targeted, she would be doomed.

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Glancing at the repulsed shooter on the bell tower in the distance, Frederic couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he hired several professional heavy crossbowmen. Otherwise, with his crooked melons and cracked dates, he would probably be shot into a sieve, and they would be unable to do anything to each other.

As a senior professional, he knows best the strength of a shooter who can use an ordinary recurve bow to almost penetrate his own plate armor from 300 meters away.

It is no exaggeration to say that if there was no threat from the heavy crossbowmen, the other party could have shot all his group of serial crossbowmen outside the village.

But now, she doesn't have this chance.

Several huge arrows were nailed to the door, causing the originally solid white oak door to tremble instantly, and a large number of sawdust flew out.

"Heroic Charge"

The black gun light appeared at the tip of Frederic's gun, instantly smashing the crumbling door in front of him into pieces.