When Tristan arrived, he quickly looked left and right as he checked his surroundings, a little smile slowly creeping onto his face.

"Why are we stopping!" Said the elf on his back, questioning at the abrupt stop Tristan had just made.

"Listen, you are a free rider, so just be quiet and follow my lead!" Tristan roared back in reply, exasperated at the other elf's unnecessary comments.

A minute later, the 4 hostile elves finally managed to jump out of the treeline, which was still drenched in a thick blanket of fog. As they arrived at the rendezvous point, they squinted their eyes, adjusting their sight to the sudden sunlight.

Upon seeing that their target had stopped in his tracks and now appeared to be waiting patiently for them, the 4 nobles instantly stopped running as well. It was clear from the expressions on their faces that they were startled and confused.

"Arcadian!" One of them bellowed. "What are you planning!?"

Tristan only smirked in response. "So many of you chasing a single man and one blind elf."

Evidently, this affronted the nobles greatly, and they all glared vehemently at him in response. "You Arcadians dared to make a mess within the bounds of our city. Your king will pay for this!"

Hearing this, Tristan began to laugh, amused at the idea of that bastard king facing the consequences of his actions. "Yes, please, you can send the bill to him!"

It was at this moment that the group of elves suddenly realized who the figure resting on Tristan's back was. They stepped back in shock, eyes widened.

"That's…!" One of them sputtered, momentarily unable to finish his sentence. "Who are you?! Why are you taking Prince Elroth away?!"

Tristan was still wearing the Arcadian knight armor, but none of them believed Tristan was a mere soldier.

The elven noble that had just questioned Tristan quickly turned towards his companions. He dropped his voice to a sharp whisper. "Should we wait for Prince Janus?!"

"What are you afraid of, that's just a blind cripple!" Another one of the nobles scoffed. Although he tried to appear unbothered in front of their target, his voice quivered slightly, an indicator of his uncertainty.

"You are right!"

At the same time, the trees and the ground began to shake as the three dozen horses the nobles had brought along with them finally arrived, stopping right behind where they stood.

Tristan raised his hand in a gesture that was meant to halt them in their tracks.

"I am warning you! If you take a few more steps, you will regret it."

"Huh!" One of the men at the front of the troops hollered. "What can you alone do against us?!"

"Capture him!"

Over 30 riders and the four nobles charged towards him. Tristan looked towards the incoming elves with a malicious smile before touching his earpiece yet again.

"Do it now, Chieng!!"

(Affirmative, master.)

At the same time, multiple clicking sounds could suddenly be heard from the ground beneath the elven warriors. They stopped dead on their feet, looking down in confusion. But it was already too late.

KABOOMMM!!! KABOOOMMM!!

The multiple explosions that burst out of the ground quickly incinerated the elves that stood in direct proximity to them, while the rest that were standing around them had been thrashed off of the horses they were riding, their senses immediately impaired.

These were the explosives that Tristan and Chieng had scavenged from the space knight wreck. It was part of Tristan's backup plan, just in case he was met with a desperate situation that required him to have an ace up his sleeve. Just like now.

Seeing the fire created from the multiple explosions and the screams that echoed all around him somehow made him smile. His mind was currently only filled with the hope that there were more of the explosives left.

Mere seconds after the explosions, when the surviving elves were just about to get back on their feet, a huge figure emerged from the smoke with a huge, heavy gun that was so massive in its size that it needed two hands to carry it. It was a gatling gun.

It huge cylinder tube suddenly rotate giving out a loud screeching sound

Ziiiiiinggggg.Tratatatatatatata

The machine gun instantly shot out cold steel bullets towards the still confused elf inside the smoke. The rain of bullets pierced right through their already weakened bodies. Anything that moved quickly became a target for this ruthless killing machine.

The figure holding the huge gun was none other than Chieng the space knight, who had been patiently waiting to get his revenge for what those elves did to him.

Seeing more movement through the smoke, Chieng quickly sent more bursts of attacks. But this time, the elves collectively managed to cast a spell creating a large wall made of stone to defend them against the barrage of bullets that were being shot their way. Unfortunately, the bullets were unable to pierce through the stone wall. But Chieng still poured all the bullets around it, until...

Clink! Clink!

The gun was finally empty.

When the attacks stopped, a few elves jumped out from behind the wall and moved towards Chieng.

The space knight was prepared for this, though, as he threw a small ball of metal right in the middle of the group and pushed a small button in his hand.

Kaaabbbooooom!!!!

The elves were thrown back by the sheer force of the explosion, and the one standing closest to the bomb was immediately blown to pieces. Those warrior elves didn't stand a chance.

Chieng was having such a great time that he didn't realize that thick, twisting roots had begun to creep up his body.

The roots suddenly tightened, forcing him to drop the weapon. At the same time, multiple arrows were flying at high speed in his direction.

Before they were about to pierce him, the arrows were quickly parried by Tristan swords.

He also immediately cut through the roots that were covering Chieng's body, before the space knight used both hands to rip them apart.

"Excellent job, Chieng!" Said Tristan. "Let's see how many you got!"

A moment later, the smoke from the explosion finally dissipated. As it cleared up, Tristan could see the sea of corpses strewn across the field.

But there were still one-third of the elven warriors still standing, and among them stood the three noble elves, who appeared to be completely unscratched.

"Well, you managed to kill one of the nobles as well, Amazing!"

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Written by Avans, Published exclusively by W.e.b.n.o.v.e.l,