Chapter Fifty-Nine: Father and Daughter Reunite
What should we do?
Looking at the distant sea of high elf military camps, Frostleaf was quite anxious.
Don’t be afraid, just wait a moment.
Jima diligently cut off a singed strand of Frostleaf’s hair, saying, “Okay, just pretend a dog chewed on it.”
A moment ago, she was discovered in the military camp and pulled Frostleaf out in an attempt to communicate.
Clearly, normal elves wouldn’t believe a single word.
Therefore, Jima had to scatter Frostleaf and successfully elude capture using her skilled retreat tactics, achieving a great victory.
Frostleaf suddenly said, “Shouldn’t we confirm the Guardian Osuan’s presence?”
It’s been so long, and there’s not a hint of movement in the military camp.
Jima took her hand and said, “Let’s head up the slope.”
Frostleaf followed Jima like a puppet, mimicking her steps.
Jima seemed to be counting, one hand swaying through the air.
Just to confirm, it won’t hurt.
Frostleaf lowered her voice, “Unless he doesn’t care at all.”
Oh.
Let’s go back.
Frostleaf said, “At this point, I don’t regret it anymore.”
They reached the top of the slope, and within the silent and hidden barrier, the giant eagle soaring in the sky didn’t notice their presence.
Frostleaf: “A blood-red rifle appeared in Jima’s hand. ‘My plan involves killing some of your kin, you won’t mind, right?'”
“Why?”
“If your kin want to kill me later, I will kill them first. It’s part of my plan.”
Jima said, “If you don’t want to see it happen, we should leave immediately.”
What plan?
I discussed it with Jenna, using her methods. Jima stopped walking and looked up at the sky.
It seemed that the aura of slaughter condensed into dark clouds above.
The world turned pitch black.
Perfect for a movie.
Hey, do you remember Brother Qi Zhi and Master Ouni Chao Ba?
Yes, that’s the one. I’m going to use that thing to communicate directly with your father.
Father? I have no parents.
Frostleaf said, “He is just my teacher and wouldn’t care about me. Maybe your father doesn’t even know you are here.”
This, this is impossible; we shouted so many times.
Jima knew that to make Frostleaf admit it herself, only George might be able to do it, and he would need some assistance. So, do you care if I slaughter your kin?
As long as they want to kill you.
Frostleaf said, “You’re just defending yourself.”
Alright, then let’s start my Plan B. Come on, cross your arms behind your back.
What are you going to do?
Frostleaf asked as she obediently crossed her arms behind her back.
With the magical rope, Jima lifted it and pulled hard, suspending Frostleaf in the air. This move, Jima used every year.
She grinned and said, “Hehe, now you’re my plaything.”
After saying that, she even stuck out her long tongue, pretending to lick Frostleaf’s cheek.
Frostleaf rolled her eyes, then pretended to struggle, saying, “Just kill me.”
But her acting was really poor, almost like reading lines.
Alright, let’s leave it at that.
What’s the next step?
Frostleaf even speculated that Jima was acting crazy, trying to take this opportunity to do something inappropriate.
Jima pressed the muzzle of the blood-red rifle against her head and said, “You’re my hostage now.”
The tranquil hidden barrier dissipated, and Jima’s horn emitted a glow. She used her simulation ability to project light behind her, transforming it into bold letters:
Ishish, if you want her to live, Osuan Guardian alone come over!
Frostleaf sighed, “It’s useless.”
Jima shouted, “Shut up, Miss. You’re my hostage now. If I pull the trigger, your soul will be blown away.”
The blood-red rifle excitedly screamed, “Kill her! Blow her head apart! Let the blood fly!”
As it yelled, its long pointed tongue shot out from the muzzle, aiming to wrap around Frostleaf’s neck. Jima yanked the tongue back with her bare hands, hitting the rifle with force, scolding, “If you keep making noise, I’ll really use you as a decoration!”
The blood-red rifle quieted down.
Minutes passed, light novel-like.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The Osuan Guardian mentioned it while waving among the guard tribe, stepping out of the tent and asking:
What’s going on?
No one could answer him.
He looked towards the direction of the gunfire and saw a line of letters, stunned for a moment, saying, “Impossible, my daughter is dead. Ha, a boring companion.”
The sound of hooves approached.
A messenger wearing a pointed helmet jumped off his warhorse, saying:
A person! A person resembling the Chosen of the Lord of Deceit, holding someone who looks like an elf hostage, is shouting on the eastern hillside of my army. Lord Crite has already started handling it; don’t worry.
What handling?
Start the attack.
Attack?
Yes.
Damn it. The Osuan Guardian directly knelt and jumped onto the messenger’s warhorse, shouting, “Pass on my orders immediately! No one can initiate an attack without my command!”
After that, he rode straight towards the direction of the large letters and decided to dismount, leaping over the wooden wall and charging towards the line of letters.
His speed was faster than the orders, and when he arrived, the raiders mounted on their steeds had already surrounded that small hill.
Neatly arranged archers were getting ready. In the sky, several giant eagles were circling, among them was a high sorcerer riding a silver dragon.
“Stop! Stop!” the Osuan Guardian shouted, “No arrows!”
His confidants closed in, saying, “My lord, don’t go forward, this is a trap!”
“One of the blood beasts is on site!”
“That hostage must be fake, a phantom created from mud.”
At the foot of the slope, there were a dozen bodies of elves and warhorses, along with scattered remains.
The bald, broad-shouldered, strong man with a black armored head was carrying a huge sword, standing among the corpses of several warhorses.
There had been several small-scale battles just now.
“Jima!” The Osuan Guardian recognized the strong man at a glance: “Have you resurrected?”
Saying that, he walked forward. “My lord!”
Blocking with both arms: “It’s a trap!”
“What do you mean?” The Osuan Guardian raised his sword, pointing at the strong man, saying, “He is my defeated foe, and now he looks soulless. I will meet her and if it’s fake, I will cut off their heads.”
His confidants reluctantly stepped aside. Almost all the elves felt this was a trap, but the Osuan Guardian’s will was hard to defy. The Osuan Guardian believed it was a trap too.
It was the fourth time he had encountered a trap designed to bait him with the appearance of Frostleaf’s death; this time the trap seemed so crude that only a fool would believe it. But he was willing to be that fool.
He raised his sword and approached the strong man, calling out his name, saying, “How will you die this time?”
The strong man laughed heartily and vanished from sight.
The Osuan Guardian jumped onto the slope and saw a beautiful mature woman with black hair using a strange object to hold against an elf who looked just like his daughter.
Jima laughed, “Oh, Frostleaf, aren’t you going to say anything to your father?”
“I have nothing to say.” Frostleaf coldly replied, “Noble Osuan Guardian, at this moment, I think to myself that this woman looks like an orphan picked up from the roadside; the devil’s plot is quite serious. She’s really cunning, knowing me, thinking she is real.”
Seeing her father say nothing, Frostleaf felt even sadder, as if she were terribly cold.
If it were George or Jenna, they would definitely console her, saying something like, “It’s like baking; your father coming here shows that he loves you.”
“Then let’s just head back.” Jima put down her gun, “Anyway, your old man knows you are alive; whether he believes it or not is his problem.”
“No!”
“No!”
Both Frostleaf and the Osuan Guardian said simultaneously. The Osuan Guardian felt a bit awkward, but he was filled with doubt, the tip of his sword slightly drooping, asking, “Are you… really Frostleaf?”
“Yes.” Frostleaf said, “At the same time, I am also a prisoner of a group of undead, locked in a cage, constantly praying for someone to save me while I was about to lie on a cold altar, allowing a knife to cut my throat.”
“The demon king behind me came with a brave husband and my sisters to rescue me.”
From start to finish, I had never seen another pointy-eared person. No, I only saw her, the self-proclaimed great sorceress who claimed to be my rescuer, directly tossing me into space, teleporting me under the vampire’s slaughter.
The Osuan Guardian asked, “Husband?”
“Yes.” Frostleaf felt an inexplicable joy, “I married the Jimin race, becoming a third wife, the youngest wife; anyway, I am an orphan, no one cares.”
The Osuan Guardian’s face turned red and pale, repeatedly saying, “It’s good that you’re not dead, good.”
“Stop dawdling.” Jima suddenly kicked Frostleaf’s backside with force.
Caught off guard, Frostleaf stumbled and crashed into the Osuan Guardian. Her gaze intensely focused on his hands, her heart panicked, fearful that her father would mistake it for a trap and strike her with a sword first.
She hurriedly tried to halt her forward momentum with her legs.
Yet she still crashed into the Osuan Guardian’s chest—because he dropped everything and hugged his daughter tightly.
Frostleaf couldn’t help but well up with tears, collapsing into her father’s embrace, laughing and crying at the same time.
The Osuan Guardian’s voice choked as he patted her back, saying, “It’s good that you’re alive, just being alive is enough.”
Jima sat down on a small chair beside them. The blood-red rifle, having not tasted blood, cried out, “Come on! Want—”
Without saying a word, Jima kicked it a few times to make it quiet down.
