The group hurriedly withdrew from the battlefield and came to a grove of trees before the sounds of pursuit behind them disappeared.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Zu An asked Sang Hong, who was standing to the side, with some doubt: "Isn't the Embroidered-Robed Envoy supposed to act on behalf of the Emperor? If he had just brought out the imperial edict, all the demons and monsters would have been suppressed. Why would he have needed to flee in such a panic?"
I still vividly remember the scene in Mingyue City last time when the other side requested the imperial decree. Three thousand elite red-robed soldiers, their combat strength was no weaker than these rebels.
Sang Hong replied, "We've only seen a few Embroidered-Robed Envoys take action before, let alone one after another. In my opinion, they can't just request an imperial edict whenever they want; they must have to pay a heavy price."
"Furthermore, the Embroidered-Robe Envoys are there to share the Emperor's burdens. If they have to ask the Emperor for help every time something happens, wouldn't that make them look incompetent? So unless absolutely necessary, they will most likely not request an imperial edict."
After hearing his analysis, Zu'an roughly understood what was going on. Imperial edicts were essentially nuclear weapons, mainly used for deterrence and not for conventional warfare.
Huang Huihong snorted: "Lord Sang, you'd better not make wild guesses..."
Just then, several long swords suddenly emerged from the ground, piercing the horse's belly and then heading towards the embroidered-robed messenger on its back.
These people chose their timing perfectly, just as the Embroidered-Robed Envoy had lowered his guard and his attention was drawn to Sang Hong's words.
So the sudden attack caught them off guard. Although the embroidered-robed messengers were well-trained and quickly jumped off their horses to dodge, two of them were a step too slow and were impaled on their horses by sharp swords.
Zuan gasped in shock, instinctively clutching his buttocks; how painful must that be?
However, those embroidered messengers who jumped into the air to avoid the attack were not having an easy time either, because several dark lights suddenly shot out from mid-air.
Zu An narrowed his eyes. He was all too familiar with this dark light. Last time in Ji Bei City, he was almost shot to death by an arrow. It was this kind of dark light.
Could it be that the rebels are trying to kill me?
The embroidered elves in mid-air swung their soul-snatching chains in an attempt to knock down the incoming arrows, but the night elves, once they made a move, always drew blood.
Their arrows had been drawn up for a long time, and they were only fired when the people were in mid-air, having taken cover from the underground assassination attempt.
This coincided with the time when many of the Embroidered Robe Envoys had lost their old strength and had not yet gained new strength, so how could they avoid it?
Screams rang out, and two more embroidered-clad envoys were shot dead on the spot by arrows that had been used to sneak up on them, their chests blooming with blood.
The others managed to dodge the attack, but they were all injured.
Huang Huihong hurriedly summoned his companion to his side, who stood close to the prison cart, his face extremely grim.
It should be noted that there were only ten Embroidered-Clad Envoys on this mission. Two of their companions died mysteriously at the town inn, and four more died in the recent attack. Now, including him, there are only four Embroidered-Clad Envoys left.
At this moment, the enemy slowly revealed themselves. Several night elves flew out of the ground, and several others jumped down from the trees in the distance, all approaching the prison cart.
Zaun roughly counted, and there were a total of eight night elves, five men and three women, all dressed in black, with even their faces covered by black veils. Their eyes were somewhat different from humans, with red pupils.
Sang Hong sighed, "The Night Elves are indeed as skilled in assassination as the legends say. The killing spree just now wiped out nearly half of the Embroidered-Robed Envoys in an instant. We're probably in for a tough time today."
Despite his gloomy expression, Huang Huihong showed no fear. Instead, he coldly stared at the approaching crowd and asked, "Who ordered you to do this? Do you know that kidnapping a wanted criminal results in the extermination of your entire family?"
"Nine clans?" one of the night elves sneered. "Our homeland has long been destroyed by you humans, so what nine clans are there to speak of?"
Seeing the hatred in the other party's eyes, Huang Huihong knew that things would not end well today. After roughly weighing the combat strength of both sides, he realized that the other party had the upper hand in terms of both numbers and average cultivation level.
He said in a deep voice, "You should know that we can act on behalf of the emperor. Once the imperial edict is presented, you will all be reduced to ashes."
He really didn't want to ask for the imperial edict unless absolutely necessary, for reasons similar to what Sang Hong had analyzed earlier.
"Imperial decree?" The night elves laughed dismissively, seemingly not taking it seriously at all.
Huang Huihong's heart skipped a beat; he felt something was amiss with what had happened today. Without further hesitation, he knelt facing east, respectfully holding his hands in front of him: "Your Majesty, we have encountered enemies blocking our path. We beg Your Majesty's mercy..."
Zuan, standing to the side, was somewhat excited. He was finally going to see the scene of imperial edict suppressing the enemy again. It couldn't always be his own people getting beaten up. He wanted to see such a powerful weapon bullying others.
Suddenly, an aged voice came from the side: "Rise!"
Upon hearing this voice, Huang Huihong, who was kneeling on the ground praying for the saint, involuntarily stood up, and the ritual of praying for the saint was naturally interrupted.
The embroidered-robed messengers standing nearby stared at him, bewildered, not understanding why he had suddenly stood up.
Huang Huihong was also baffled and subconsciously turned to look in another direction.
At this moment, an old man slowly walked out from the depths of the woods, leaning on a dragon-headed cane, his body trembling as if he were about to fall at any moment.
However, ever since Old Man Mi and Wei Dan, Zu'an no longer dared to underestimate these old men who looked like they could be blown away by a gust of wind. Each one of them was more cunning than anyone else, and most of them deliberately put on this harmless appearance to lull the enemy into a false sense of security.
At the same time, he glanced at his head with some curiosity. On the sides of his head, above his ears, there was a pair of horns. Unlike the horns of ordinary herbivores, his horns were not big and looked more like a pair of ornaments, but they had a strange sense of power.
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