He has been a prisoner of war for a month. At first, Viscount Quinn seemed to be in a dream, and he didn't believe that the glorious achievements in his fantasy turned into prisoner shackles... The gap between ideals and reality made him trance for a long time. When he accepted reality like swallowing a dead fly, his brain was filled with shame and anger. Viscount Quinn could not be said to be a great achievement, but he was also a famous general under Duke Essincarton. He has been guarding the southern border for many years and fought with the "Eagle-Headed King" one of the four marshals of the eagle Kumara. Even if he was captured, he should have fought fiercely, showing his talent and courage to be surrounded by tens of thousands of enemies, and then faced the enemy with his head held high and his chest... instead of being defeated inexplicably.

If you can't be a hero, you can't be a laughing stock. Viscount Quinn cursed and tried to snatch weapons, trying to get a sword bravely so as not to shame the family. At least in Bilson, there would be no "useless" and "careful" Quinn. If you are lucky, maybe the Prime Minister will give a title to a martyr.

Faced with the excitement of the important prisoners, the Tiyas did not fulfill his wish, nor did they torture confessions. They were tied up and hungry for two days, and stopped making trouble immediately. The one who defeated Quinn was not hunger, but the blood had subsided. The army was family, and the honor of Essin, and only life was his own. There was no need to put himself in for the sake of fame. He had three energetic sons waiting to inherit the family property. He had to deal with his daughter and had to give up his family fortune. Even if he was accused of a bad reputation, he would disperse his family fortune and clear the joints for the imperial meeting. At worst, he would go back to the countryside to be a manor owner. Anyway, he was not the one who was arrested...

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was wronged, the more he wasted his backbone, the more he wasted. So Viscount Quinn began to be a competent prisoner. Two thousand five hundred people were divided into four or five groups and were imprisoned in unknown positions in the forest. Along the way, he also had the idea of ​​paying off his crimes and carefully observed the situation of the enemy. The elves' main warriors were easy to recognize. Although they were not majestic, they could see the obvious muscles. They passed through the forest quietly and were not ruthless when they killed people. The most obvious thing was that they looked at the prisoners with evil spirits.

He had heard of rumors of killers in the forest. He used to think that it was spread by fools, but now he had seen it. These tiya rangers were walking on flat ground among the difficult branches and vines. Their long and short bows and a small number of composite bows were extremely exquisitely made, taking into account both strength and beauty. They were not the wild men in the forest rumored by Bilson, and Quinn felt even more cheated.

The five hundred Viscount Quinn's location was neither a dungeon nor a wooden cage, but a lush forest clearing. The elves drove the prisoners to the clearing, then sowed several layers of seeds in the outer circle, and then left.

Quinn and the Knights looked at each other, but there was no guard?

A soldier took a few steps out with courage, but no one cared about it. His owner urged him to continue walking, carefully walking to the place where the elf had just sprinkled the seeds. Suddenly, a few buds popped out of the soles of his feet. The buds bloomed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then let out a heart-wrenching scream!

The soldiers were frightened and rolled backwards, and the captives made a circle, as if the flower could eat people. The flower, which was less than a palm-high, screamed for dozens of seconds, was extremely harsh, and then withered. Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and then pushed the soldier forward again. The soldier took a few steps in fear and found that the growing flowers were not harmful except for screaming, so he ran wildly.

"call out!"

The feather arrow penetrated the left Achilles tendon, and the soldier fell into the flowers and mixed with the screams of the plants. But he foolishly did not walk back, but crawled out hard, and then he was nailed through his throat with an arrow.

The human captives now know that it is not that they have no guards, they cannot see it. The prison guards who do not know where they hide are more difficult to deal with than the visible prison guards. They do not accept bribes or clichés, and the only language they answer is arrows. The first sentence shoots through the feet, the second sentence is deadly, and they never need a third shot.

Viscount Quinn was deeply distressed during this period. He had asked others that he knew that the other party had defeated his troops with a strange hypnosis surname Huaxiang, but he didn't understand how to do it. The idle prisoners kept discussing it. Some said that the elves worshiped the evil gods, and some said that this was a conspiracy of the Crimson Federation. Quinn could not tell them, and his mind was full of ridicule by the powerful Bilson afterwards. He could think of those gangs calling him "Sleepy General" or other more insulting nicknames.

"It's been a month since the main force has fought with the elves."

"Absolutely, I just don't know how the fight is. If they win, they will come to save us..."

"Come on, those guys thank the gods if they don't trample us on their feet. The big men of Bilson will definitely despise us for being defeated by the wild men in the forest."

"You know that the elves are not savages! Look at their army, and their plants, and the gods above them. These are all evil monsters."

"A calm friend, of course I know that the elves are very powerful, but Bilson's people don't know. It would be great if the main force was defeated, so that we wouldn't just laugh at us..."

Quinn's brows hopped. He was angry that someone said such selfish words, and even more angry that he had a small agreement in his heart. Just as he was about to stand up and stop, a young man under 20 stood up and said, "Everyone, I have a way to escape from here!"

Everyone was shocked, and saw who it was and then despised him. The young man was named Agrea, the heir to a manor in the west of Essin. He was the guy who shouted that Essin was invincible at the pre-war meeting. These days he was still unwilling to give up. Every day, a family soldier forced his family to go to the grassland. Half of the people died and half were disabled. Both the nobles and soldiers regarded him as mentally retarded.

Agrea said with a proud look: "I have tried it. There are three batches of rangers guarding nearby every day. In recent days, it has been reduced to one batch. It should be that the front line of Tiya's thief is short of troops. The guards are actually a little far away from us, and they will come after hearing the sound. Now is the time for no one to take care of." He shook the rope made of dozens of clothes, pointed to a dead tree outside the grass and said: "As long as I crawl over with the rope, I can avoid the ring of screaming flowers and escape eastward to the forest to report to our army."

After saying that, he enjoyed the shocked expressions of everyone, the captives changed their attitude and said complimenting: "It turns out that this is your plan for you to let you pass the grass every day. It's so smart..." Everyone rushed to climb up the tree with ropes, completely throwing the dozens of soldiers who died for it behind their heads, and fighting for the rope made of stripping off the dead.

Quinn didn't say anything, and the prisoner who had nowhere to be sought these days left the responsibility for falling into his current situation on him, and his prestige was greatly reduced.

Agrea shouted: "I have studied rock climbing and rope-stopping. You are not afraid of being killed by falling to death. You can follow me." After shouting, everyone stopped talking. The young man has never been so glorious in his life and has been collectively watched by so many powerful people. As for the private soldiers who died, they should die. They are summoned to be loyal to the lord, and those who do not listen to him deserve to die.

He threw the rope out and hung it on the dry branches, then climbed over step by step, and was careful of the ranger who might appear. He jumped onto the dark trunk in fear. He wondered why there was a dead tree like a stalagmites in the woods, but this was not important. The prisoners in the distance saw Agrea successfully leaving the forbidden area in the circle and excitedly shouted at him that I was from whom and whom family, remember to notify my family to redeem me.

Agrea was proud and stood in the tree like a hero and responded to the pleaders one by one. In fact, he didn't remember a single name, just enjoying the look of everyone. Only the unshaven Viscount Quinn suddenly shouted: "Jump down! Hurry!"

The young nobleman did not react. He saw the prisoners below suddenly silence, all of whom were looking deserted. The dead wood like stalagmites opened its dim one-eyed eyes, revealing its vortexed sharp teeth. Three or four brown and black vines tied him up like lightning, wrapped them tightly, and then squeezed out the blood like a rag, and the internal organs and broken bones cracked from all over the place.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The dead wood-like monster ate the ground in a mess, then closed its eyes and returned to its original state.

After the deadly silence, most of the captives were out of control, crying and yelling, or fighting. Quinn hid in the distance with a pale face, hating why he was so arrogant, and he ran to fight without guarding the level. Why was the elves with sharp ears so cruel and terrible?

Two hours later, the energy was almost exhausted, and the elves who delivered the meal came. The captives had two meals a day, mainly mixed grains, bread and nuts, and swallowed with a small spring water in the open space. They would never be full if they were hungry.

The leading female elf, however, attracted Quinn's attention. She wore religious clothes made of leaves and flowers, holding a wooden stick, and looked weak. But her status was obviously not low. The unruly ranger would salute respectfully every time she saw these elves in robes.
Chapter completed!