Death Guns In Another World

Chapter 1390 1247: Retribution?

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But despite that, Gracier was quicker.

The female mage witnessed a red flash in front of her. At the next moment, the magical torrent within her control erupted. Gracier flitted across in a red burst of flame, aiming straight at the five dark elves behind the female mage. A dazzling, eye-catching brilliance erupted. In the blink of an eye, blood splattered from the bodies of the five dark elves like fountains spraying into midair. 

The air turned hot, the heat coalesced into the shape of flame blades that swooped down and slashed at them. Along with deep, thunderous rumbles, the five heavily-armored dark elves followed in the others' footsteps. Before they let out a shriek, they were pierced in the chest by the flame swords and flew out of the inn.

The abrupt change in situation baffled the female mage. She felt the magical powers coalescing in her hand completely losing control as they flowed in reverse inside her body. Her vision swayed and turned indistinct as though the world were spinning. The moment she gasped for air and shuddered, she realized that she was already screaming.

"Listen up, you lowly beings"

Gracier stood by the entrance of the inn, grabbed the female mage's neck with her right hand, and dragged her outside the inn. Her red and gold eyes glinted in a mysterious, yet mesmerizing flash.

''You better behave or else I don't mind turning this city into hell.''

She clenched her right hand abruptly.

Crack.

The severed female mage's head fell and rolled. Fresh blood spurted from her neck, staining the pitch-black ground. Gracier swept an ice-cold glance at her surroundings. She threw her hand up abruptly and at the next second, the headless corpse flew into the air and exploded in a loud bang.

The surroundings fell into complete silence.

Shortly after, loud, high-pitched screams broke out. 

Screams echoed.

In just a few moments, the 'ignorant nearby crowd' yelled and evacuated from the area. They were hoping to see how the dark elves were insulted and killed by these outsiders. But now, the show had turned into a nightmare. In Gandor City, there were never any precedents where dark elves were killed by foreign races. And now, not only were six dark elves killed, but the death of a female mage was also involved.

The crowd stole away immediately. Of course, they knew what this meant. The death of a female mage was enough to shock the entire Gandor City and spark the rage of all dark elves. A wild storm of the fight was guaranteed at this point. Not only that but Gracier's identity should be known by all at this point. A noble High elf wouldn't fight when the odds were against her. Once the crowd was swept into the battle, they would be doomed for sure. That was why they scrambled away from the scene instantly, hiding from this dangerous place.

The bustling crowd in the spacious plaza dispersed instantly as though they didn't exist. At a glance, one couldn't find anything that could move on its own. It was so silent that a drop of a pin could be heard. Up until that moment, Gracier nodded in pleasure, shifted her gaze away, and turned around to enter the inn.

She sat down on her usual spot, raised the wineglass high, and turned to the old man who hid behind the counter.

"Get me your best wine, old man."

"Eh? Ah! Yes!"

Upon hearing Gracier's order, the old man couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine. He grabbed the finest bottle of wine and limped his way to her, pouring it into her wineglass cautiously. But even so, his hands shivered at the immense fear. Looking at his reaction, Gracier narrowed her eyes and let out a sigh to get rid of her bloodlust. Meanwhile, Saeko, who picked up and devoured a piece of drumstick, cocked her head curiously to look at the inn boss. Then, she stretched out her hand and patted the old man's shoulder.

"Don't worry, old man. We can handle a bunch of dark elves. You don't need to be so scared."

"Yes… Miss. I don't wish to intrude, but…"

The old man forced a smile at Saeko's consolation. Of course, he knew that these people were strong enough to stir trouble in the dark elves' city. Although they were capable, he knew that he wasn't up for it. Ever since he broke free from being a slave, he had lived in this city. And now, even if the dark elves didn't dare to find trouble with these people, they would still come for him.

'Hah! My old bones like can't handle this pressure but I'm glad I'm alive to see such a worthwhile scene.'

At this thought, the old man let out a sigh. Even though he was worried about his future, he couldn't help but feel satisfied upon witnessing the sorry state of those high and mighty dark elves. As a human slave in the past, he had suffered endless agony. His legs and even his entire life were thoroughly destroyed by the dark elves. Right now, he was nothing more than the walking dead. But… After witnessing the dark elves' raw blood and hearing their wails, this was the first time he felt so alive, agitated, and excited. It was especially so when Gracier snapped the female mage's neck, to which he shivered from head to toe. The invincible and superior dark elves were slaughtered like pigs by those people.

Who would have expected this day to come?

For the sake of this scene, he felt like it was worth the price of letting them stay in his inn. If the dark elves were to seek revenge on him, he would gladly accept it. At the very least, it was still better than being imprisoned in this dark city like a Deadman. The old man shook his head. The corners of his lips raised to force a smile. Maybe it's time for their retribution, the old man thought as he continued to smile.

Saeko stared at him for a moment before turning to the rest. She seemed to have understood something because in turn the corner of her mouth rose to form a knowing smile.