The bandits were mesmerized by Mingdie's superb acting skills and their blind confidence. They had no idea what they were facing, and even their most basic vigilance was gradually losing.
"Hehe! Boss, it seems I'm here first... ah!!"
Seeing Mingdie putting her hand against his chest, the bandit thought that the female elf was trying to flirt with him, so the hand holding the knife couldn't help but loosen up. He wanted to wrap his arms around Mingdie's slender waist and feel the elf's plump figure.
How soft.
But before the bandit's hands touched the elf, the elf's petite hand was already close to him. Instead of feeling the softness of that hand, his chest felt like a red iron.
With the burning pain, he wanted to scream for help and push the terrifying monster away, but he had no strength left in his body.
Seeing the stunned and desperate look in this man's eyes, Mingdie thought she had already got the answer to her question.
Do you think I can't kill people just because I have nothing? What a bunch of naive kids.
The five fingers of Ming Die's right hand penetrated the bandit's chest. Her slender and slender fingers easily passed through the ribs. The fingertips rested on a certain organ that was beating diligently at this time, and then the five fingers gathered together. This important organ
It just turned into pieces so lightly.
Ming Die took her hand out of the man's chest. It was already covered in blood, but because she was wearing gloves, she couldn't feel the sticky blood, which somewhat dampened her interest.
"1 (elvish language)." The female elf's two rows of white teeth opened and closed, and a word that these bandits could not understand spat out from her two delicate red lips.
"You bastard... eh!! What, what's going on?!" The other bandit didn't know what to say yet, and just wanted to curse his companion who had the upper hand.
"2(Elvish)."
Mingdie pulled out a short knife from his waist. The bandit didn't react at all. He still saw the reflection of his fallen companion and his throat had been cut off by the knife.
It came too fast, everything happened in an instant. While the bandits were still dreaming about the body of the female elf, two of their companions were already dead.
But for Butterfly Butterfly, this was just the beginning. Before the two increasingly cold corpses fell to the ground, she was already holding the short knife and rushing towards another bandit who was closer.
"Uh? Ah!!"
The bandit holding a bow and arrow saw only a black afterimage rushing toward him. The female elf's gorgeous face and a flash of lightning-like sword light became the last images in his eyes.
The longbow that lost its owner fell to the ground, and Mingdie continued to count: "3 (elvish language)."
"Catch, catch..."
When the bandit leader saw that the elf had escaped from the siege, he ordered the other bandits to capture her alive.
The three bandits immediately rushed towards the black phantom. They were afraid that they would hurt the female elf with their weapons, so they put away their weapons and tried to catch her with their bare hands. The result was predictable.
Since she was facing more than one enemy now, Mingdie pulled out another short sword from her waist. After the two swords were drawn together, she waved the double blades like butterflies dancing in the air, but the pair of beautiful
Every beat of its wings brings death.
"4,5,6 (Elvish)."
The three living people turned into three corpses almost at the same moment. Warm blood splashed on Mingdie's face, but Mingdie took out the white mask tied around his waist and put it on his face.
The blood beads of the deceased flowed on the mask, leaving stripes of red patterns, becoming the brightest decoration on the originally simple mask.
Although the viscous blood feels good to the touch, Mingdie does not want the dirty blood of these bandits to contaminate her skin.
At this time, the bandit leader realized that all the bandits who had passed by the female elf had died. He shouted to the bandits who were still stunned: "No! Kill her and go quickly."
Kill her!"
Are you just reacting now? Is it too late?
When a one-eyed bandit saw the death-like figure approaching him, he wanted to defend himself with a shield. But as soon as the shield was set up, the elf's voice came to his ears. Her cold tone seemed to be announcing something.
Say: "7 (Elvish)."
The shield in the one-eyed bandit's hand was broken into several pieces. The bandit's thin body was penetrated directly by the short knife in Mingdie's hand like a thin wooden board.
"Oz!"
The one-eyed bandit was the life-and-death brother of the bandit leader. Seeing his brother's tragic death on the spot, the bandit leader suddenly became furious. He brandished his two swords and rushed forward, wanting to fight to the death with this terrifying killer.
"８(Elvish)."
The bandit leader, who thought he was somewhat capable of fighting, was stabbed through the chest by the knife before the two knives he wielded could even touch Ming Die.
After the bandit leader was defeated, the two bandits next to him immediately understood what kind of monster they were facing, and the two bandits immediately turned around and ran away.
But if your defenseless back is exposed to Mingdie as a shadow thorn, how could there be any other ending?
"9,10(Elvish)."
…
Every time she updates the numbers, she takes away the life of a bandit.
"16(Elvish)."
This is the sixteenth person, but this "God of Death" has not stopped yet, and the blade in his hand is still eager to harvest living beings.
The bandits, who were originally a ragtag group of bandits, were in disarray after the leader fell. This group of bandits who once committed evil were now being hunted by one person, and they had no power to resist.
The remaining three bandits did not dare to turn back to confirm the location of the "God of Death" and just ran as hard as they could outside the forest, but this was of no avail.
One of the bandits who was running a little slower was caught up. After he felt the chill on the back of his neck, he wanted to call for help from his companions, but he turned into a corpse before he could even scream.
"17 (Elvish)."
Ming Die passed over the still staring corpse and continued to chase the two remaining bandits.
The two bandits could no longer run. Their physical strength was almost exhausted. They supported each other and used their last strength to run out of the forest.
Although those two people showed enough desire to survive, it was a pity that Ming Die had no intention of letting one of them go.
The feast of killing must be carried out to the end to be considered perfect.
"Run!"
Realizing that the "god of death" had come to him, the older bandit pushed the other young bandit forward. Judging from their similar looks, they seemed to be father and son.
"18(Elvish)."
A sharp blade protruded from the older bandit's chest. After Mingdie pulled the short knife out of his back, the old man fell to the ground clutching his chest and twitched twice before losing his breath.
The young bandit sat down on the ground, with the figure of the elf reflected in his dilated pupils. Mingdie's body exuded a suffocating murderous aura, and the white mask was completely stained red with blood. She held it in her hand.
The two knives are dripping with flesh and blood...
"Spare me, please spare me..."
This existence that looked like the God of Death was approaching him step by step. The young bandit was already frightened out of his wits. Even if he saw an enemy who killed his companions and close relatives in front of him, there was no hatred in his heart, only a fear that occupied his mind.
Mingdie walked up to the young bandit without moving forward. She took off the blood-stained mask, revealing her beautiful face.
Ming Die looked into this man's eyes and then smiled at him.
Eyes are the windows to the soul. Mingdie knew how much this person was afraid of her and how afraid of death she was.
The trembling young man couldn't figure out what this elf was thinking.
What could this mean? Why did she stop and smile at me?
The young man was at a loss. Then he thought about whether the God of Death wanted to let him live?
"Thank you!"
The young man burst into tears of joy and quickly kowtowed to Ming Die several times with his hands on the ground, as if the people in front of him were his reborn parents.
"19(Elvish)."
The young bandit still kept smiling, but the things in his eyes suddenly turned, as if his eyes were on a rolling ball.
At this time, he saw a familiar headless body kneeling on the ground, and realized that his body and head had been separated. In the end, he seemed to understand why Mingdie smiled:
It turns out it was his funny look that made this elf laugh...
The last invading bandit died under the sword, and except for Ming Die, there was no other living person on the field.
Mingdie, who was squatting next to the headless corpse, first wiped the flesh and blood on the two swords on her cloak and put them into the sheath. Then she stood up and put the mask back on. Finally, she held the edge of her clothes and shook them as they were covered in blood.
With his wet cloak, he turned back to the river bank in the forest.
Leaving no one behind is the best outcome of this feast.