Lear reaped a bountiful harvest on his side, while on the other side, after leaving the relics, Haggs began searching for the Half-Elf according to the information he had been given.

Half-Elves were located 35 kilometers south of Mire Swamp, hidden in a patch of shrubs.

Without stopping, the Wetland Lizard-man Hero led his team directly to the site.

Creatures surviving in the wilderness have their own unique methods of recognizing direction.

The Lizard-men rely on the rising and setting of the sun and subtle changes in the air's magnetic field.

Although there might be errors, they were within an acceptable range.

The Dark Night Elves have a more straightforward method.

Direction Recognition Technique.

A simple magic trick can immediately reveal the precise directions of north, south, east, and west.

The Dark Night Elf rode on a Unicorn, acting alongside the Cold-blooded Cavalry.

The cavalry's speed was considerable, and soon, with their rapid advance, they reached south of the Mire Swamp and found the shrubs.

As they approached, swish, swish, swish~ sharp arrows whistled out.

It was like a torrential downpour.

Shafts of arrows formed a dense rain.

Haggs, at the forefront, suddenly stretched out his right hand and swiftly grabbed an arrow aimed at his face.

Staring blankly~

The tail of the arrow continued to vibrate.

The arrow shaft, as thick as a pinky finger, was straight, and its tail was stabilized with black bird feathers.

There were unique grooves on it, giving it a strong sense of fluidity.

The peculiar conical arrowhead perfectly matched the grooves on the shaft.

It looked pleasing to the eye, more like a work of art.

The Dark Night Elf leader, Isa, casually brushed aside the arrow aimed at her and was impressed by the unique design.

Although the materials of the arrows were ordinary, their craftsmanship was sophisticated.

Not only maximizing the material's traits, but greatly enhancing the lethality.

The grooves allowed air to accelerate the arrow synergistically.

The design was extremely ingenious.

Ting~clang~

As Haggs observed, the sound of metal clashing came from behind.

Turning around, he saw the Cold-blooded Cavalry engulfed by the arrow rain.

However, these Level 11 formidable cavalry merely symbolically parried the arrows aimed at their heads, ignoring the rest.

The arrows bounced off their scales, sending sparks flying, leaving no marks.

Breaking through defenses was out of the question; even leaving a tiny mark was difficult.

"There are Half-Elves hidden inside... Drive them out."

"Do not endanger lives; avoid killing... these Half-Elves are specifically requested by the Sovereign."

Haggs waved his hand, issuing the order.

The Cold-blooded Cavalry behind him immediately filed in.

Though there were only 100 riders, they charged into the bushes like a torrent of thousands.

Soon after, cries of terror arose.

Then, rustling~

The bushes quivered; a peculiar group of beings fled in terror.

They wore coarse, linen clothes and carried arrow quivers on their backs, holding short hardwood bows in their hands.

On average, they stood only about 1.2 meters tall, akin to six or seven-year-old children.

All barefooted, with thick calluses on their feet, impervious to ordinary stones and thorns.

Half-Elf, Level: 6, Potential: 2 Stars.

Are these the Half-Elves?

Isa looked at them curiously for a few moments.

Finally, her gaze lingered on the plain, gray short bow in their hands for a long time.

There was a hint of surprise in her eyes.

Though the materials of the short bow were quite ordinary, much like the arrows, its craftsmanship was exceptional.

Others may not notice, but she could see the excellence at a glance.

Her expression changed.

The intelligence of the adults was indeed accurate.

Recalling the sacred and inviolable authority, she raised her head with pride.

They were now following the orders of a majestic presence.

This was an honor!

Upon exiting the bushes, the fleeing Half-Elves froze.

Before them stood a hundred Elves with long ears, mounted on Unicorns, drawing longbows and ready to release.

Sharp arrows, exuding faint magical fluctuations, were pointed at them.

In an instant, they were horrified.

They sensed the presence of Death.

Some of the timid ones instantly weakened and fell to the ground, while others, trying to be brave, stood but dared not move.

For fear of angering the army before them.

Most of the Half-Elves wore sorrowful expressions, wondering what crime they committed to deserve such a powerful attack.

First, Lizard-man cavalry, then Elves...

The Cold-blooded Cavalry quickly drove all the Half-Elves out of the bushes.

The bushes stood over 2.5 meters high, lined with sharp thorns above and a thornless area around 1.2 meters high below, suitable for Half-Elf habitation.

But the thorn-covered Cold-blooded Cavalry paid no mind to the thorns accompanying the bushes.

The 3-meter-tall Fierce Wild Lizards galloped within with ease.

Once all the Half-Elves had been driven out, Isa roughly tallied over 300 individuals, all around 1.2 meters in height.

Standing in front of them, the 1.75-meter-tall Dark Night Elves had to look down to see their faces.

"We are the army of Weilu City, under the gaze of the brave and great Lord—Lear."

"Half-Elves, you have been named by the Sovereign... chosen to be conscripted into Weilu City."

"To work for Weilu City."

"Any questions?!"

Isa scanned them with a faintly stern gaze.

Her voice carried an unyielding authority that could not be defied.

The Half-Elves, seeing the Elves drawing longbows, ready to release at any moment, and the Cold-blooded Cavalry like beasts, lowered their heads without uttering a word.

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