Chapter 187: Aiming Below The Belt is Behavior Most Despicable (2/2)

Edward’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

“We have no intention of fighting you, so please cease your hostility. We can talk before starting anything, so don’t try any impolite provoking attacks or we’ll be forced to attack you in self-preservation. For your own safety, please—”

Even before he finished, the sound of nocking echoed immediately around him. A tight rain of arrows shot out from the bushes, bearing down upon everyone!

There were whooshes of hits, but the arrows still couldn’t make their way past Jessica’s arcane barrier. Nonetheless, the Players could see that its durability value had fallen dangerously low.

Edward sighed helplessly again and turned to his party members.

“Looks like we can’t settle this peacefully. Everyone, get ready to attack but try not to kill—we’ll talk after we make them eat dirt.”

“Got it!” Joe beamed. “I’m already fired up!”

In that arrow of rain just now, he had several arrows aimed specifically for his critical area under the belt. That left him fuming even if he knew Jessica’s arcane barrier would stop every arrow—every elf who had slaughtered those slave hunters were adults, and every adult elf is a sharpshooter: they would never miss once they hold arrow over bowstring, and in other words, those elves were aiming deliberately!

That was because most elves knew that any elf captured by slave hunters were mostly sold to nobles as carnal slaves, which made sense that they were hostile towards those anatomies.

Nevertheless, that did not calm Joe’s indignant as he cracked his knuckles loudly.

“I’ll give them a good beating!”

***

Salent Frostleaf almost laughed at those young humans’ words.

Beat them up? What a joke! Even the lofty bishop those humans looked up to would never dare say such a thing!

The other young ones who were feigning maturity and saying wanting to negotiate and what not were funny too.

They were just a dozen years old. Who would believe such absurd claims that they were passing by, and weren’t brought here to Trinia by the slave hunters? Moreover, it would have been acceptable if they begged for mercy… and yet there they were, with their aggressive words and threats.

‘These brats aren’t understanding the situation, are they?

‘And where did they get such confidence to say such words to elves? Youthful ignorance?

‘Well, I shall teach you kids an unforgettable lesson… if you survive.’

Salent stretched slightly, pulling his bowstring and ready to fire his arrow when he realized that an increasingly large fist was closing in on his face…