After a simple identification by the druid, he quickly selected two bottles of antidote and drank them to Farthington Ronoll and another liar.

The results are immediate!

Since they had only fallen asleep for a short time, neither of their brains were seriously damaged.

After a while, I slowly opened my eyes and woke up.

When they saw the wild elves surrounding them with bloody weapons, they were instantly frightened out of their wits.

Especially Farsington Ronoll, he let out a shrill scream like a woman, and tried to call the guards loudly at the top of his lungs.

But unfortunately, no matter how much he shouted, there was no movement outside.

The entire castle was as quiet as a cemetery.

"Stop shouting! You scum! Today is the day you die! No one can save you!"

The elder grabbed Farsington Ronoll's hair and lifted him up from the ground.

Even though he had been imprisoned for such a long time and was often beaten and starved, as a powerful barbarian warrior, he could still easily crush the pampered Farthington Ronoll.

After the latter realized that all the guards and servants in his family's castle had probably been wiped out, he immediately put on a pitiful look and begged: "Don't... don't kill me! I was deceived too!"

It's him! He was the one who tricked me into doing this."

Fashington Ronoll decisively used the blame-shifting method and passed all responsibilities to his subordinates.

At the same time, he winked desperately, saying that as long as the other party was willing to take the blame, he would definitely provide monetary compensation to his family.

But unfortunately, all those who are capable of catching slaves are, without exception, selfish people.

How could you be willing to become someone else’s scapegoat?

So the liar immediately retorted angrily: "You fart! Didn't I do that under your instructions? How many wild elf tribes have you hunted and how many elf slaves have you sold over the years? Don't you have a clue in your mind? Still thinking about it?

Shift all the responsibility to me? Dream on!"

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"Asshole! How dare you talk to me like this?"

Farsington Ronoll was shocked and angry.

He didn't expect that this guy who usually obeyed orders would bite him back at such a critical moment.

"Why don't you dare? Who do you think you are? You're just a third-rate traditional aristocrat. If I hadn't been desperate, I wouldn't have taken refuge in a despicable, stingy bastard like you. Bah!"

The liar spat hard in Farsington Ronoll's face.

I have to say that this dog-eating-dog scene was an eye-opener for the wild elves.

The elder even sneered and said sarcastically: "Would you like me to give each of you a weapon, and you can settle your personal grudges here first?"

"I think this is a good idea." The eyes of the elf young man next to him shone slightly.

Nothing can make you feel more physically and mentally happy than watching two enemies fighting each other up close.

As for things like law, morality, kindness, etc., get as far away as you can at this time.

After all, revenge is simply about venting emotions, and of course it can be done as happily as you want.

As for those guys who always tell others to "keep calm and restrained", "hate is not everything in life", "when revenge is over, there is only emptiness" and other nonsense, etc., they have personally experienced being humiliated, beaten and imprisoned like animals.

, after the sale, your attitude is guaranteed to be more extreme than anyone else's, and your revenge methods are more cruel than anyone else's.

As the saying goes, "Don't persuade others to do good unless they have suffered."

Many things can only be understood by experiencing them personally.

Soon, with the encouragement of the wild elves, the elder finally agreed to the duel suggestion and threw two dining knives at the feet of the two.

Strictly speaking, this kind of tableware, which is only one or two fingers long, cannot be regarded as a real weapon.

But it's obviously enough for killing people.

After all, neither Farthington Ronoll nor the Trickster were wearing any protection or armor.

The former originally wore several magic items on his fingers and neck, but they were stripped naked before he woke up.

No hesitation!

Don’t dare to hesitate!

The two of them bent down and picked up the table knife almost immediately.

After all, they had fallen out before, and they didn't have any trust in each other at all, and they both regarded each other as enemies.

Therefore, even if it is for self-defense, you must first obtain a weapon.

But the overly nervous Fassington Ronoll and the liar obviously ignored one thing, that is, after picking up the table knife, their threat level in the eyes of the other party instantly increased a lot.

Especially the latter, the physical condition is much better than the former.

So the string called "sanity" that Farsington Ronoll was taut suddenly broke.

He didn't know what he was thinking, so he suddenly stabbed him with a knife.

The liar couldn't dodge, and his arm was instantly cut open with a deep gash. Blood spurted out instantly, dyeing his sleeves and clothes red.

Judging from the amount of bleeding, 80% of the time the artery was cut.

"You...you really want to kill me?!"

The liar opened his eyes and roared with rage.

"No! No! Listen to my explanation!"

Realizing that his hand had not struck, Fashington Ronaldo suddenly panicked, and hurriedly stepped back subconsciously.

As a result, he didn't notice that there was a servant lying at his feet, and he tripped and fell to the ground.

"Go to hell!"

The liar seized this opportunity and pounced on him, brandishing a table knife and stabbing the other person in the throat and eyes.

Because he has been trained as a professional warrior, he knows that a short weapon like this can only cause fatal injuries when it stabs the eyes, throat and heart.

Of course, Farsington Ronoll could not sit still and wait for death. He quickly threw away the knife in his hand, grabbed the opponent's right wrist, and got into a dangerous close fight.

Just when the two were trying their best to reach each other and die, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the main entrance of the castle.

Through the window on the second floor, you can clearly see that it is a warrior wearing plate armor, and he seems to be wearing a logo like a family crest on his chest.

This sudden human being obviously had very good eyesight. He saw what was happening on the second floor at a glance and immediately shouted: "Stop! Stop it!"

It's a pity that Fashington Ronoll and the liar who have already killed each other dare not be distracted at this moment.

Seeing that he was unable to speak, the soldier immediately dismounted without saying a word and rushed to the second floor at an extremely fast speed.

Along the way, I encountered several wild elves who tried to stop them, but were knocked to the ground by two or two blows from them.

Especially the flail with three heads in your hand, each head comes with additional magic damage of fire, cold and acid.

Once hit by any head, they will fall to the ground on the spot.

But this warrior was obviously merciful. He didn't kill any wild elves, he just knocked them down.

When he entered the room on the second floor, he directly pushed away the elf young man who tried to stop him, and separated the two people on the ground.

After all this was done, the soldier gasped and asked: "Who can tell me what exactly happened here?"

"Sir De Arnis! Help! These damn elves want to kill me!"

Farsington Ronoll is indeed the "scorn of the world". When he sees an acquaintance coming, he immediately bites him back.

When the man known as Sir De Arnis heard this, he immediately turned his attention to the wild elves who were covered in bruises and had obviously been tortured and abused. He subconsciously frowned and asked, "Why are you doing this?"<

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"Revenge!"

The elder gave the answer concisely and concisely.

"Revenge?"

Sir De Arnis showed a puzzled expression on his face.

"That's right! The guy behind you used the liar next to him to pretend to be an injured person to enter our tribe, and then poisoned the water and food while everyone was not paying attention, and finally killed everyone in one go. He locked us in the dungeon

, intending to sell it to slave traders."

The elder did not hide anything and told the truth openly.

Because he could feel that the powerful human warrior in front of him didn't know anything about it.

What's more, all the tribe members are very weak due to being hungry for too long.

If a war breaks out, regardless of the outcome, the heavy casualties alone are enough to make the elders take action.

"What?!"

Sir De Arnis's face suddenly changed. He turned around and stared at this nobleman who had a good personal relationship with him.

He simply couldn't believe that Farsington Ronoll, who was always willing to lend him money to tide over difficulties, was such a scumbag.
To be continued...