Although he couldn't cause much trouble with these elves around, some would still die or be injured in the chaos.
After a moment of silence, Kaspian finally ordered the iron shackles that suppressed the elves' magic to be removed, so that they could use their magic to resist the cold.
In Kaspian's view, the trouble in the City of Chaos was far more serious than the deaths and injuries of some elves.
Following Kaspian's order, the Mad Order paused for a moment to remove the shackles from the elves before continuing their journey.
The elves' shackles were removed, and they began to use their magic to resist the cold of the desert night and heal their injuries.
Among them were some stronger elves who, unwilling to sit idly by and wait for their doom, began to plot their escape, communicating with other elves and hoping to flee together.
Even if we can't escape, we'll fight to the death and bring a few demons back to the embrace of the Goddess of Life.
Half the night passed quickly, and a male elf named Samuel contacted nearly a hundred elves, preparing to launch a surprise attack to the east at dawn.
Time passed slowly, and soon it was dawn.
Just as Samuel was about to make the first move, Ryan's telepathic message made him postpone his signal.
Raine transmitted his voice:
"You are currently in the very center of tens of thousands of fanatical followers. Even a peak sixth-tier cultivator might not be able to escape from tens of thousands of people. Are you fifth-tier cultivators just throwing your lives away?"
Samuel was so shocked by the voice that came to his ears that he froze on the spot.
He never expected that his entire plan had been overheard by this person in the shadows.
The cultist beside him, seeing Samuel stop, immediately slapped him on the back with his gun butt: "Why did you stop! Get moving!"
Samuel stumbled from the slap, glared at the man resentfully, and continued walking forward.
“You don’t need to look for me. I can hear you if you speak in your mind,” Raine transmitted telepathically.
Samuel thought to himself, "Who are you? Are you here to rescue us?"
Samuel's tone was seven parts surprise and three parts anticipation.
Hidden in the shadows, Renn curled his lip and said, half-jokingly:
“I am still short of a batch of elven maids, so I have only come to rescue the female elves among you.”
"As for you male elves, because I have some conflicts with one of the elf princes from your Golden Forest, I have a very bad impression of you and I don't really want to save you."
Samuel was taken aback by this and asked:
"May I ask who you are...?"
"Raine."
Samuel smiled wryly. He had heard about the conflict between Prince Alvind and this man back then, and now that this man said it like this, Samuel couldn't really refute it.
Samuel then nodded firmly: "I understand, Lord Renn. No matter how many you can save, your help to our Golden Forest is already a great favor."
"It is better for them to be your maids than to be defiled by these demons."
Seeing the renewed determination in Samuel's eyes, Ryan said helplessly:
"Alright, enough joking. My feud with Alvind is between him and me, and there's no need to involve you."
"I'll save everyone who can be saved. Don't try to break out on your own. Wait for my signal, understand?"
Samuel nodded frantically in his mind: "Understood, Lord Rein."
"By the way, sir, may I share your news with the other elves? So that they may have some hope as well."
Rein said, "Suit yourself, but the fewer people who know, the better. Not all elves can hide their emotions as well as you do."
Samuel nodded: "Understood. Samuel thanks you again for your help."