Armed Maid

This is an opportunity we must seize!

"Go to hell, you arrogant pretty boy!"

As he shouted those words, Baron abruptly crushed the secret weapon hidden in his palm, which was already soaked with sweat.

[Silence Amulet]: A rare, ordinary, and crude amulet containing a [Silence] spell, which is destroyed after one use.

A ring of invisible, deathly transparent waves instantly spread out, and the originally noisy battlefield shouts, the wind on the hill, and even Baron's own roars within a radius of several meters all disappeared completely at this moment, as if they had been wiped out by some inexplicable force.

The world fell into a deafening silence.

[Silence]: 2nd Ring, Illusion. During the spell's duration, no sound can be produced within a spherical area with a radius of 6 meters, and external sounds cannot propagate within this area. Spells containing verbal elements cannot be cast within this area.

"Without a sound, let's see how you chant the spell!" Baron laughed wildly in his heart.

He knew these sorcerers all too well—as long as they couldn't chant the incantation, they were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter.

This was a treasure he acquired from the black market at a high price, specifically for dealing with spellcasters.

But where would you find so many spellcasters in the countryside?

So he couldn't use this thing and kept it until now—

Next, all he needs to do is rush in before the [Silence] spell wears off, grab the mage who can't escape in time, and then use his life to threaten the army below...

Unfortunately, the scene Baron envisioned did not occur.

The spellcaster remained seated steadily in the armchair, his legs crossed without shifting his posture, as if his performance were nothing more than a clumsy mime.

Not only him, but even the two maids beside him were strangely calm.

The gray-haired maid even gracefully reached out and carefully smoothed the wrinkles in the hem of the half-elf maid's skirt, as if preparing her for a ball in the castle.

Immediately afterwards, a faint glow appeared on the half-elf maid's clothes.

Then, to Baron's astonishment, the seemingly delicate half-elf maid's eyes turned cold, and she pulled out another broken blade, her petite figure charging straight at him!

"That woman is courting death!"

Baron cursed inwardly, how dare a mere plaything block his way?

He could cleave two of these slender girls in two with a single blow!

However, the Silence spell has a limited duration and coverage area. He must completely control the mage before she can react and escape, and he must not be entangled by this woman.

Thinking of this, he didn't hold back at all in his next attack. Using the momentum of his charge, he slashed his broadsword fiercely at the half-elf maid's head.

The maid in front of me moved with astonishing lightness.

Her foot slipped, her body tilted slightly, and she made an unnatural folding motion. The robber's blade grazed her face, and the resulting air pressure didn't even ruffle her temples. It was as graceful as a dance.

"Damn, that's a master!"

Baron, after all, was a bandit leader who had been living on the edge for many years, and he instantly realized that he had kicked a hornet's nest.

But he no longer has the chance to regret it.

In the instant the two crossed paths, the maid's right hand wielded a short sword like a venomous snake, precisely thrusting it through the gap in the leather armor and plunging it deep into Baron's waist and abdomen.

"Well……"

Baron opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out.

The excruciating pain spread from my lower back to my entire body, and cold sweat instantly soaked my back.

Like a wounded beast, he wildly swung his broadsword, trying to force his opponent back.

With every chop, slash, and horizontal swing, Baron unleashed his full power in every strike.

However, the maid before him was like the most exquisite dancer, gracefully dancing amidst the shadows of his axe. Her shimmering maid's skirt drew elegant arcs in the air, yet the blade could not even touch the hem of her skirt.

Baron's attacks all landed in empty space.

The half-elf circled him rapidly, his light footsteps stirring up no dust, as if he were pruning an unwanted shrub. Each time he passed by, he left a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain on Baron.

Thighs, shoulders, arms, back.

Baron gradually felt his strength drain away along with his blood; the axe in his hand grew heavier and heavier, and his movements became increasingly sluggish.

In contrast, the half-elf maid's eyes remained calm and still, and her breathing remained perfectly steady.

In just a few minutes, the once arrogant bandit leader was covered in wounds and turned into a bloody mess.

The continuous loss of blood drained his strength, forcing Baron to activate his energy recovery mechanism.

The bleeding gradually stopped, but that wasn't enough.

He realized that if he continued to be worn down like this, he would completely lose the strength to even fight back.

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and he deliberately tilted his shoulder, revealing a weakness.

The moment the maid lunged forward, Baron roared (though he couldn't make a sound), squeezing out the last bit of strength from his body. The veins on his arms bulged, and the heavy blade, carrying a fierce will to die, unleashed two heavy slashes in succession.

This was his final outburst.

However, the expected scene of carnage did not occur.

The seemingly frail half-elf maid didn't dodge at all. She crossed her two short swords into a cross shape and met Baron's blade head-on with an unprecedentedly hardcore stance.

clang--

Although the sound was swallowed by the Silence spell, Baron felt the excruciating pain of his hand splitting open.

Baron was horrified to discover that her slender arms were like two firmly rooted steel pillars, and her petite body was bursting with astonishing brute force, holding his broadsword firmly in mid-air. No matter how much he tried to press down, he couldn't budge it even an inch.

The maid laughed excitedly, and suddenly twisted and flicked her twin swords.

The force of that shot was astonishing; Baron instantly lost his balance, and his broadsword slipped from his hand and was flung away.

Before he could regain his footing, the maid had already pounced on him, and two short swords were swiftly and effortlessly thrust into his heart.

Baron was jolted awake, and the world before him began to fade and collapse rapidly.

In the last moment before he lost consciousness, the once silent world suddenly seemed to have its curtain torn open, and the noisy wind, the sound of horses' hooves, and the screams from afar rushed back to his eardrums like a tidal wave.

In a daze, I heard the maid who had been so murderous just moments before sheathing her short sword and, in a clear, sweet voice, boasting to the man on the hill:

"Master, how was it? Did Ellen get a perfect score for her performance just now? This time, Ellen didn't get her skirt dirty."

In a daze, Baron heard a sweet female voice.

The maid who had been so fierce just moments before was now fawning over the sorcerer like a child begging for candy, eager to claim credit.

"Well done," Ye Wei'an reached out and ruffled her hair. "You've done a great service to Firefall Territory. These scourges have finally been wiped out."

Firefall Territory...

Baron's last thought before he died was filled with a sense of absurdity and regret.

It turns out the effect of the Silence spell lasts for such a short time.

It turns out that Firefall Territory was not empty at all; it was all a trap they set to harvest fools like him.

The Yeland family...you bunch of liars, you've really screwed me over...

The bandit leader's one eye was fixed on the south, completely losing focus.