Dorulu’s Rescue Plan (Please recommend! Please bookmark!)

Meanwhile, inside the Elves’ village, the soldiers were still cheering for their recent victory. They now had walls to fend off zombies, and the Spring of Life to dispel the plague. At this moment, they believed themselves to be completely secure—and all of this was thanks to Cliff.

For a time, cliff became the center of attention among everyone. Even his colleagues flattered him, for once the news spread back to the camp, cliff would surely be rewarded; by then, he would be set for a meteoric rise in his career.

Cliff himself felt incredibly fortunate—it was as if these Elves were a gift from the heavens, bestowed upon him. From this point on, it would surely become a turning point in his destiny!

To celebrate, cliff hosted a lavish ‘banquet’ within their available means.

Coincidentally, the Elves had left behind large farmlands when they departed, filled with fresh vegetables, delicious fruits, and even the extremely rare ‘Kakashi Fruit’.

Such fresh food was far superior to the dry rations they brought, and with the purification of the Elf Tree, they had no worries about the food being tainted by the plague—this place was simply paradise!

Dinner time came quickly. Several soldiers went to the ‘spring’ behind the Elves’ village. Gazing at the liquid shimmering with an eerie red glow in the moonlight, neither of the two felt anything strange.

Named the ‘Spring of Life’, it could cleanse plague and hasten the recovery of wounds.

And since they feared that using water from the river outside might give them the plague, tonight their drinking water would come from here.

Worried about waste? Not at all—according to their observations, it seemed as if this spring would never run dry. Whenever the water level dropped, fresh springwater surged out immediately.

See, here it comes now!

Just as this thought crossed their minds, a gush of deep red liquid erupted from the third-level springhead, merging with the springwater. In an instant, the water was stained a deep crimson, but the soldiers paid no mind.

After filling several barrels with ‘Spring of Life’ water, the soldiers returned to prepare tonight’s banquet dishes.

But no one noticed that this time, the springwater was different from before—it was darker, redder!

Meanwhile, Dorulu and Doluka, who had been captured, were being held in a wooden house of the Elves. The two, bound by ropes, were guarded by two soldiers.

As for Cliff, he was still busy handling all the praise and attempts to get close to him.

With the scent of food drifting over, the two guards felt their stomachs rumble with hunger, but their duty was to watch over the Elves, so they couldn’t participate in the feast.

“Hmph, really, why did this kind of chore fall to us?” one complained.

“No choice—because we’re not part of the first unit, right? Didn’t you notice that since we took this place, those guys have been walking around with their heads held high?”

“Bah, it’s just taking over a camp and capturing a few Elves. If we’d done it, it would’ve been the same!”

“The problem is, we just didn’t have that luck. Good fortune always seems to fall on someone else.”

The speaker sounded quite indifferent. After finishing, he leaned back on his chair, bored as he waited for the next shift. The other guard simply stared blankly out the window.

At this time, Dorulu and Doluka sat tied up together. Doluka was worrying about where they’d be taken tomorrow, when suddenly, her little sister Dorulu nudged her with her shoulder.

“Sis!”

“Hm?”

Doluka turned to look at Dorulu.

“I’m going to get you out of here, so you’ll have to cooperate with me in a moment.”

“Escape? How? There are humans everywhere outside, and we’re both restrained—and with the anti-magic shackles on, you can’t even use magic, can you?”

“Don’t worry—I wouldn’t have come here unless I had a plan.”

“You have a way?”

“Hehe, I learned quite a few tricks from humans, you know.”

“Hah?”

Doluka was a bit baffled by Dorulu’s thinking, but before she could press for details, Dorulu had already started her plan.

Dorulu suddenly began twisting her body. At this point, their leather armor had been taken off, and she was wearing only the Elves’ cloth dress. As she moved, she pulled her neckline down, exposing her fair, tender shoulder.

“Sis, my foot hurts so much…”

Dorulu said in a pitiful, sweet voice, deliberately raising the volume so the two soldiers would hear.

“Huh?”

Doluka had no idea what reaction she was supposed to give.

But at that point, Dorulu’s calf was bared, and combined with that pitiable expression, even if Doluka didn’t get it, the two human soldiers immediately perked up.

Seeing their attention, Dorulu shot them a glance, all wide, watery eyes, that helpless expression, that delicate build!

Who could resist that!?

“Oh, where does it hurt? Let uncle take a look.”

One soldier, interested, walked over and crouched in front of Dorulu. As he did, Dorulu spoke up.

“Here…”

She stretched out her curled-up leg. Her ankle was locked in a shackle, and her tender skin had already been chafed raw by it.

But the soldier paid no attention to the bruises—instead, he was far more interested in the girl’s ivory-like leg.

“Oh, so it’s here.”

He couldn’t help himself, reaching out his hand; but the other soldier reminded him:

“Hey, orders from above—no touching them, especially that one.”

“Hehehe, they just said to keep a close watch so they don’t escape. They never said anything about not touching them.”

With that, the soldier gave Dorulu a lecherous look.

“Want uncle to give you a massage?”

“Mmm, thank you uncle.”

Dorulu put on an even sunnier smile, which made the soldier feel as if his heart was melting. But then she said,

“But, Doluka-sis’s foot hurts too.”

“Huh?”

Doluka was still badly confused, but hearing that, the soldier looked over at her. Her beauty was in no way inferior to Dorulu’s. And she was her—what?

Her sister!

A pair of beautiful Elves sisters!

“Then uncle will massage your sister’s foot too.”

“No, you have to massage us both together for it to work.”

Dorulu said this, and then looked at the other soldier who was still seated.

“Is that okay…?”

Using another killer move that no lolicon could resist, the other soldier lost his cool as well.

Resistance is futile!

“Hehehe, see, it’s not like I’m forcing them, they’re voluntarily asking for it.”

“Uh…”

The other soldier hesitated; after all, this Elf was supposed to be a powerful magic user—if something went wrong…

But then, taking one more look at Dorulu’s helpless expression, he gave a little cough.

“Ahem, alright, alright, but you can’t untie the ropes or the anti-magic shackles.”

“Don’t worry! Isn’t it even more fun with the ropes and shackles? Come on, come on!”

The other soldier walked over as well. Seeing this, Doluka gritted her teeth and shouted,

“Don’t touch me!”

But this only seemed to arouse the soldier’s interest further.

“Hehe, I like your kind the most!”

The two of them surrounded Dorulu and Doluka, their backs to the door. None of them noticed a black, sharp, rod-shaped object silently floating in from the back door.

A blood-red magic circle shimmered above a spear—this was the spear Dorulu had casually left in the Elves’ village earlier.

While the anti-magic shackles could block the captives from channeling magic, it didn’t matter—Dorulu had already enchanted the spear beforehand. She’d stored magic power inside the circle, so now, all she had to do was use mental power to control it.

“Don’t be scared. It’ll feel good!”

The two took off their ‘annoying’ armor, preparing for action.

At this, Dorulu’s bright, sunny smile grew steadily colder.

(To be continued.)

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