Chapter 425: The Fleeing Elf Girl

In a dense forest, a figure was darting through the woods at high speed.

The complex terrain of the forest was like home to the figure; one could see the figure leaping up and down, covering hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye. Looking closer, that figure was not like an ordinary human. It was a young girl who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen, with a slender frame and a face of such exquisite beauty that most beauties would be eclipsed in her presence. However, the girl's long emerald-green hair and pointed ears already revealed her identity: she was an Elf.

Aiweier felt that her luck these past few days had been absolutely terrible. Clearly, she had never made a mistake when crafting Space Scrolls before. This time, for some reason, her Space Scroll had activated on its own while she was only halfway through drawing it, and it had forcibly teleported her out of the Morning Light Forest. Such a blunder was simply unforgivable to her!

On this Continent, the Elf Race has always been one of the top representatives of Magic. Whether it is their naturally powerful magical talent, their extraordinary wisdom, or their long lifespans, all these factors have allowed them to travel much further on the path of Magic than others.

Aiweier herself was an outstanding member of the Elf Race. Although she was only about fifteen or sixteen years old by the standards of the Elf Race, her powerful talent for Space Magic was something that left even the people of the Elf Race in awe.

Do not be fooled by Aiweier's young appearance; when it came to Space Magic, she was among those standing at the pinnacle of the world. Yet, such an expert had actually run into trouble while crafting an ordinary Space Teleportation Scroll and had been carried by her own scroll out of the greatest settlement of the Elves—the Morning Light Forest.

However, this was only the beginning. After being teleported out of the Morning Light Forest, she had run into a notorious Slave Hunting Team on this Continent. When they saw a living Elf appear before them, the entire Slave Hunting Team went mad.

The beauty of the Elves is famous throughout the entire Continent. But after the war ended a thousand years ago, the true Elves retreated into the forests guarded by the Elf Ancient Tree to live in seclusion, and no one had seen them since. People could only witness this beautiful race through books, images, and various other materials.

Besides the Elves, there was another race on the Continent—the Half-Elves, who were the bloodline left behind on the Continent long ago before the Elf Race went into seclusion. Half-Elves inherited a portion of the Elf Race's abilities and possessed highly extraordinary traits in terms of appearance and magical talent. On this Continent, Half-Elf slaves have always been the most expensive slaves. Because of this reason, the Half-Elf race was almost driven to extinction on this Continent.

Later, the Slave Hunting Teams and the Half-Elves fought a large-scale war. The usually kind-hearted Half-Elves erupted with terrifying combat power in that battle, almost destroying all the Slave Hunting Teams on the entire Continent. From then on, the once rampant Slave Hunting Teams had to hide in the shadows, not daring to commit evil as they pleased.

However, as long as there is demand, there will always be people who take risks. After lurking for hundreds of years, Slave Hunting Teams of all sizes began to be active on this Continent again. And the one Aiweier had encountered now was a small squad belonging to the largest Slave Hunting Team in the world.

"Goddess, may you tell me why I am so unlucky? It was just picking up a sword, how did it end up tormenting me like this!" Aiweier quickly pulled a small bottle from her Space Ring and poured the powder inside onto the path she had just traveled. "I hope this thing is useful, otherwise this young lady is finished! In my current state, I cannot hold on for much longer!"

On Aiweier's back was a Long sword, and a wisp of breeze swirled around this Long sword. One could faintly see wisps of powerful energy flowing out from Aiweier's body and finally into the Long sword.

It was precisely because of this sword that Aiweier was in such a sorry state, as most of the energy in her body had been sucked away by this strange Long sword. What was even stranger was that she had tried every method, but she could not take it off. Otherwise, with her strength as a dignified Space Grand Archmage, how could she have been chased into such a desperate state by a Slave Hunting Team?

In another part of the dense forest, several people were talking.

"Boss, that little girl is just too slippery. We have been chasing her for a day and a night; if this continues, the men below won't be able to hold up!" a scarred man said to a tall man beside him.

"Shut up! Tell the men below that if they don't catch that Elf, I want their heads!" the tall man roared at the scarred man. "That is an Elf, an Elf that disappeared thousands of years ago! You should know that the price of a Half-Elf slave is already being bid up to tens of millions of gold coins. If it were a living Elf slave, what an astronomical price that would be! If we can pull this job off, we will be completely set for life. Why would we even need to be a Slave Hunting Team anymore?"

"Yes, yes, yes, the Boss is right!" Thinking of the profits after catching that Elf and selling her as a slave, everyone present could not help but let their imaginations run wild. After all, the temptation of an Elf slave was simply too great.

"Then what are you waiting for here? Hurry up and chase!" the tall man roared loudly.

"Yes, Boss!" The people present responded, then chased after her with fanatical expressions.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo—" Aiweier hid behind a large tree, panting heavily.

Although she was the darling of the forest as an Elf, her stamina was also limited. After being entangled by this strange sword, her energy had been devoured completely, and even her physical strength had been suppressed significantly.

"Why are these people so annoying!" Aiweier's delicate brows furrowed. "They have been chasing me for so long, why won't they give up! I often heard Weiwei say that there are disgusting Slave Hunting Teams among the Human race. Could it be that I have run into these guys?"

At the thought of the consequences of falling into the hands of those people, Aiweier could not help but shiver: "No, I absolutely cannot fall into their hands!"

"Quick, quick, quick! There are traces of someone passing through here!" Just at this moment, a shout came from afar.

"Damn it, they are moving too fast!" Aiweier said with resentment, while reaching out to grab the Long sword pressed against her back. "You bastard, you're still sucking, sucking, sucking at a time like this! Are you trying to kill me?"

Just at this moment, she suddenly felt the Long sword on her back move, as if it were pointing out a direction for her. At the same time, wisps of breeze also swirled around Aiweier's body.

"You mean, go in this direction?" Aiweier asked with some confusion. The Long sword shook slightly, as if confirming what she said.

"Forget it, Goddess, please protect me and help me break through the encirclement!" Aiweier muttered softly while darting off in the direction the Long sword indicated.

With a layer of breeze swirling around her body, Aiweier's figure was like a ghost, passing through the Slave Hunting Team's blockade without anyone noticing, not even triggering the Warning Magic Array among them.

"Tch, I didn't expect you little thing to have some skill after all!" Aiweier's figure slid down from a large tree, and she reached out to pat the Long sword on her back.

Just at this moment, three figures walked out from the bushes and stopped right in front of her.