Chapter 132: Luring to Kill

In Lin Yifan's mind, elves are the cute creatures with delicate looks, slender bodies, and a pair of small wings on their backs.

And they certainly shouldn't be the Dragonfly People in front of him!

More importantly, according to the stereotyped impression Lin Yifan got from reading novels before, the elf race should revere nature and be nature's beloved.

They should be kind, pure, clean, like the crystallization of life itself.

What on earth are these in front of me?

They look like mutated dragonflies, lacking any sense of purity; judging by their ruthless attack just now, they are full of murderous intent.

Moreover, from the situation on site, the Bloodsucking Vine is also hostile toward them, indicating they are not native to this place.

To the Qingling Fruit Tree, they are also invaders; combined with what they just said, it shows they possess human greed, deceit, and ruthlessness!

This left Lin Yifan quite disappointed!

And for that reason, Lin Yifan's response to them was a blind-shot Feather Arrow!

However, because he didn't aim at a target, the arrow had no tracking effect and was just like an ordinary arrow.

And clearly, although these elves look feeble, they still have some strength.

Earlier on the tree, being sent down so easily by the spirit device likely meant his body was restrained and couldn't fight freely, leaving no place to hide.

Thus, even under Lin Yifan's blind shot, he could still be hit.

But now it doesn't work; his arrow was easily dodged.

Though it was dodged, that arrow essentially angered the elves.

So the elf who had spoken earlier immediately let out a sharp, angry screech.

"Human, you have such nerve. We've already said this is elf territory; you trespassing is one thing, but you also accidentally killed our companion. Now you still dare to attack us—you're courting death!"

That so-called elf voice is actually quite unpleasant, sounding a bit like a cicada; it was somewhat tolerable when they were relatively calm, but now the sharpness is truly grating.

Lin Yifan scratched his ears, feeling a bit impatient.

However, a hint of doubt flashed across his face.

If these elves' combat power were truly strong, why hide in the shadows to ambush?

Moreover, he has already killed an elf, so logically the other side should kill him to vent their anger.

But listening to that nonsense sounds more like verbal intimidation, trying to make him back down.

This is completely unreasonable!

Unless these so-called elves, aside from ambushing and archery skills, are actually weak in combat!

Thus, once forced out of hiding by him, they can only resort to words to intimidate, unwilling to fight him directly.

Thinking carefully, his speculation makes sense.

The attack strength of bow and arrow has a distance limit; too far doesn't work, too close doesn't either.

Now, between him and the elves there is only about three to four meters, because the boulder he chose stands in the middle of all the fire pits.

And the fire path he built with the fire pits is only twelve or thirteen meters long.

These elves on this side are about three to four meters from Lin Yifan's current position, so the damage a bow can inflict is rather weak.

Moreover, at such close range, if his speed is sufficient, the opponent's sword hasn't even been drawn, and he can knock them down with melee.

If he is truly restrained now and chooses to retreat, he might instead become their target.

Thinking of this, Lin Yifan suddenly felt a foothold!

He is currently wearing the Swift Wind Boots with a short-term acceleration skill; when activated, he needs at most one second to swiftly close in on the elves.

Thus, if he can distract the elves for a moment, he can eliminate them!

Lin Yifan squinted and thought carefully; to distract the elves, the best method is to have another person draw their attention.

Ideally, he could trick them into pulling the arrow they have nocked, forcing them to re‑draw their bows.

And that interval is enough for Lin Yifan to kill them in a round.

Moreover, coincidentally, although Lin Yifan is alone and there are no living people nearby, there is exactly one dead person.

It is Liu Dacheng, who earlier used a Teleportation Talisman to break into his Shelter and was killed by him.

He originally planned to dump the corpse somewhere farther, but the road from the Shelter to the Water Pool was all carved out by him.

And although he doesn't lack water now, he might run out later; the Water Pool is the best water source, and leaving a corpse nearby would inevitably be unsettling.

So Lin Yifan thought to dump the corpse at the farthest point of this objective.

But he didn't expect to be trapped here before he could even soak the stone.

Now he can make use of this waste!

After retrieving Liu Dacheng's corpse from the void, Lin Yifan returned the Wind‑Chasing Cloud‑Breaking Bow, which is unsuitable for melee, back into the void.

Holding the Machete in his hand, he seriously did a quick warm‑up before preparing to strike.

From start to finish, he never spoke a word; even though he could understand the elves' speech, he didn't intend to respond.

Once everything was ready, Lin Yifan quickly threw the corpse outward, feigning a charge, directly toward the area beyond the boulder.

Sure enough, as soon as Liu Dacheng's corpse appeared outside the stone, the elves were instantly drawn to it, pointing their bows at the corpse.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three successive slicing sounds rang out, and Lin Yifan saw three Feather Arrows already lodged in Liu Dacheng's corpse.

He was instantly delighted, because this was exactly the effect he wanted.

At the moment the elves were distracted, Lin Yifan swiftly activated the Swift Wind Boots' acceleration, dashing toward the elves like lightning.

His speed was extreme, like a bolt of lightning, reaching the elves in the blink of an eye.

The elves clearly hadn't expected that the thing used to lure them into attack was merely a corpse.

The real enemy is Lin Yifan!

And they didn't even anticipate that Lin Yifan's speed was that fast; their second arrows couldn't even be nocked before he was already in front of them.

Squeak!

A sharp, ear‑piercing scream of terror rang out instantly, landing in Lin Yifan's ears like a sound‑wave attack.

But he had already prepared; although he frowned briefly at the piercing sound, it did not affect his purpose at all.