I was a knight in the Middle Ages

Chapter 418 Returning along the original route, the enemy and our advantage

Gun smoke rolled over the scorched earth. Alpha knelt on one knee to steady the recoilless rocket launcher on his shoulder, his knuckles turning white from the effort. In the sight, the enemy array was slowly approaching. Behind him, the team led by Monkey was retreating along the winding mountain road, and the footsteps and panting echoed between the rock walls. This was their last ammunition. The barrel glowed coldly under the scorching sun, like the last fangs of a dying warrior.

The moment the trigger was pulled, the fire from the muzzle illuminated Alpha's stern face. Everyone held their breath and watched the shell deviate from its trajectory. Amid the sound of surprised gasps, the silver bullet rushed straight into the sky. Then, a deafening roar came from the distant mountain peak, and loose rocks poured down like a black waterfall. Alpha had already calculated the structure of the mountain. When the first boulder began to roll, the entire mountain became a steel meat grinder that devoured the enemy.

"Hurry up!" Alpha picked up the hot rocket launcher, and his tactical boots slipped on the gravel. He knew the danger of this weapon falling into the hands of the enemy - the magic pistol that was lost at that time is still a thorn in his heart. At this moment, in the dust and fog raised by the landslide, the enemy's screams were faintly heard, mixed with the rumble of the landslide, playing a tragic march for this thrilling retreat.

When everyone reached the safety of the cave, Alpha's back was already soaked with sweat. Maven suddenly knelt in front of him, her emerald eyes full of pleading: "Lord Alpha! Melissa and Yuwen...they..." Her voice was choked with sobs, and her fingertips trembled as she pointed at the two unconscious people on the stretcher. The healing magic that the elves were proud of was so pale and powerless in front of the metal bullets of humans. The tragic scene of the wounded healing and splitting again was like a blunt knife repeatedly cutting the hearts of the survivors.

Alpha pulled off the bloody bandage and signaled to carry the wounded to the makeshift treatment area. The two wounded knights were given priority. Light magic flowed through his palms, and the wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. This was not simply partiality, but a deliberate strategy on his part - only by showing strength in front of the elves could he take the initiative in the subsequent negotiations.

When it was Melissa's turn, the elf girl's eyelashes trembled with fear. When Alpha neatly cut open her bloody trouser legs, revealing her slender pale calves, Melissa suddenly grabbed his wrist and said, "What are you doing?!" Her voice was filled with panic as if she had been violated.

"If you don't remove the bullet, you will never be able to walk normally in your life." Alpha's voice was mixed with rough breathing, and his fingertips gently pressed around the wound, "Every time it rains, the metal in the bones will be like countless ants gnawing, and in the end, even standing is a luxury." He deliberately emphasized his tone, looking at the girl's eyes widened with fear, and an indescribable ripple appeared in his heart.

The moment the scalpel pierced her flesh, Melissa bit her lower lip tightly, and cold sweat slid down her neck into her clothes. Alpha's breathing suddenly became rapid - this was the first time he had such close contact with the elf's body. The delicate skin glowed like pearls under the candlelight, and some exotic fragrance lingered around his nose. When the bullet was taken out by tweezers, he unexpectedly stroked the girl's trembling ankle.

"Do you know?" Melissa suddenly grabbed his hand, a sly look flashed in her emerald eyes, "If the skin of an elf is touched willingly, it is a lifelong contract." Her voice was as light as a mountain stream, but with unquestionable solemnity, "If you are a bad person..." Before she finished speaking, the dagger on her waist had been unsheathed half an inch, and the cold light reflected her blushing cheeks.

Alpha's Adam's apple rolled, and the sound of the wind outside the cave seemed particularly noisy. He suddenly realized that in this world full of magic and the unknown, every touch could be a deadly trap or a gift from fate. What he held in his hands was not only the life and death of the elves, but also the subtle bond that transcended races.

Melissa's question was like a thorn piercing the air. Her emerald eyes were covered with mist, intertwined with confusion and panic. Alpha let out a low laugh, and his fingertips still had the delicate touch of the previous touch. In this world full of magic and taboos, he never concealed his desires, especially when facing this delicate and stubborn elf in front of him.

Without waiting for her to respond, Alpha's bony palms had already firmly grasped her calves, and his thumbs were caressing the sensitive skin on the inside of her knees. The corners of his mouth curved dangerously, and a malicious light flickered in his eyes. Melissa's eyelashes trembled violently, and her body, which had been resisting, gradually became hot in his palms. Her pale cheeks flushed with an intoxicating red, like a rose soaked in morning dew.

"Master Alpha! Do you need help?" The monkey's voice suddenly came from the cave entrance, startling both of them. Melissa was shocked to find that her collar was open, and she glared at the culprit with shame and anger, and cast a healing magic in a panic. As the light green light flowed, she jumped off the stone bed, and her hair brushed Alpha's cheek: "You are a pervert!"

However, at the moment of turning to leave, she turned back and gave him a meaningful look, and the ending tone was full of temptation: "Yuwen is a male elf, you have to think carefully." This sentence made Alpha stiffen all over - although he did not reject interracial love, he was really not interested in same-sex love.

The subsequent treatment process became much more cautious. Alpha directed Evelyn and Maven to help treat the wound, and deliberately kept a distance from Yuwen, only guiding the elves to remove the bullet. Under the candlelight, his figure was stretched out, but his thoughts drifted to the mysterious amnesiac elf.

After the operation, Evelyn left him alone. Alpha was expecting some kind of beautiful development, but saw the female wizard's serious expression: "Jenny's situation is not optimistic." It turned out that the reborn elf had completely lost its memory, as pure as a blank sheet of paper, but only showed a strong dependence on Alpha and the stars.

"Let her follow the stars." Alpha stroked his chin and thought, "Perhaps the familiar breath can awaken her memory." The weak appearance of the elf girl flashed through his mind, and he suddenly realized that this unexpected arrangement might become a hidden card to resist the enemy.

As the night deepened, the roars of wild animals could be heard outside the camp. Monkey hurried over with a map in his hand, his anxious expression flickering in the light of the torch: "Sir, the scouts sent back news that the enemy's elite troops are gathering and will catch up with us in less than three days."

Alpha stared at the dancing flames and poured the last sip of liquor down his throat. Although the landslide temporarily repelled the pursuers, it also exposed the retreat route. He unfolded the map and traced the winding mountain road with his fingertips: "Pass the order to move the camp before dawn. We must use the elves' familiarity with the terrain to set traps..."

Outside the cave, moonlight sprinkled on the rock where Melissa was hiding. She gently stroked her still hot calf, thinking of the warmth of Alpha's palm, and a strange ripple appeared in her heart. In the distance, Alpha's low footsteps came, both dangerous and charming. In another corner of the camp, Jenny was curled up beside the stars, with the flickering firelight reflected in her ignorant eyes, as if waiting for something.

The campfire cast flickering shadows on the rock wall, shattering everyone's tired faces. The groans of the wounded mixed with the damp and musty smell filled the temporary camp. Alpha stared at the red dot on the map that was getting closer and closer, and pressed his fingertips heavily on the winding mountain road - the smoke and dust raised by the landslide three days ago had long dissipated, but the enemy's iron hoofs became clearer and clearer.

"Monkey, Maven, have the symptoms of the artifact's backlash worsened?" Alpha suddenly looked up, the firelight illuminating his tense jawline. This question was like a boulder thrown into a deep pool, making the already depressing atmosphere even more solemn.

Monkey took off his goggles, his cloudy eyeballs gleaming gray in the moonlight: "Now I can't even see the shadows of people a hundred meters away, my archery skills have dropped by at least 34%." His voice was hoarse with unwillingness, the sharpshooter who once could shoot through the target from a hundred steps away, now couldn't even draw the bowstring accurately.

Maven gently stroked her pupils, which were glowing with strange green light: "Fanxing is completely blind. Although my "Elf Eyes" can see through things, I get a splitting headache every time I use them..." Her words stopped abruptly, and her guilty eyes swept over her companions huddled in the corner. It was her insistence on using the artifact that led to Gru's death and Jenny's amnesia. At this moment, every green light seemed like a judgment of fate.

Alpha was silent for a moment, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the empty magazine on his waist. The large-caliber artillery was exhausted, the main players' combat effectiveness was damaged, and even more difficult was the group of black-skinned wild boars that followed them like shadows - these thick-skinned monsters could not only withstand magic attacks, but also use their fangs to tear open the defense line.

"Everyone, there must be a chance of success in a desperate situation." Alpha suddenly stood up, and the firelight cast his shadow on the rock wall, like a beast ready to attack. "The enemy is trapped in the valley, and the mobility of the heavy knights is not even as good as that of wild boars. As long as we deal with these mobile meat shields..." He paused and glanced at the suddenly bright eyes of the crowd.

"But how can we solve this problem? Shoot with a bow and arrow? Use magic?" Evelyn clenched her staff tightly, the crystal on the top of the staff flickering with an uneasy light. "Last time we lost a third of our ammunition and only killed two of them."

Alpha raised his lips and smiled like a hunter. He picked up a piece of gravel and threw it towards the bushes outside the cave. Instantly, the angry roar of a wild boar was heard in the darkness, and the smell of damp soil came with the fishy wind.

"See? These beasts have a sense of smell three times sharper than wolves." He lowered his voice very low, as if he was afraid to disturb the sleeping beasts, "We don't need to kill them ourselves - we just need to lay bait on the road they must pass, and then lead them to hit the enemy's defense line..."

The monkey slapped his thigh and said, "Use the terrain to set an ambush! Let the wild boar and the knight kill each other!"

"But where does the bait come from?" Maven's question cast a shadow on the newly ignited hope. Alpha just smiled mysteriously and reached out to unbutton his clothes. Under the moonlight, the hideous old scar on his chest glowed light red, which was the mark left by the fight with the monster.

"Use my blood." His tone was terrifyingly calm. "These beasts love the smell of human blood the most. Once they smell it, they will be a hundred times crazier than smelling elves."

The sound of everyone sucking in a breath of cold air echoed in the cave. Alpha had already begun to draw a rough sketch of the trap, and the firelight illuminated his determined profile. When the first ray of morning light pierced through the clouds, this scarred team would become hunters again - only this time, their prey would no longer be wild boars, but the entire dilemma of fate.