Who Attacked The Elves Black Clover Novels & Stories

No matter how easy it was, before these people could enter the auditorium and make an attack, they must be helped by someone in the pack or the pack mansion to hide their identity. Who was it? Who was helping them? Arriving at the second segment, a black-clothed man charged at me, and I dodged, slashing his back with my weapon, and his body stumbled forward. Before he could react, I sank my already morphed fingernails into his neck, ignoring the mountain of blood that poured out of the wound before his body fell. I hurried towards a short Elder who was advantaged against another black-clothed man and quickly took the man down with a swing of my sword.

Damien's voice cracked. Sera closed her eyes. "The day Blackmoor pack came for me, someone gave them the route. It was someone in the Elf race. Elara has spent the year fighting Ophelia — and hunting that elf at the same time. She found him two months ago. It was one of our own elders. She handled him. Alone. She didn't tell anyone. I only learned about it after I broke out and went looking." Damien staggered. "Then she… this whole year, she was…"

The sky above the Blackwood Ridge was not a sky of stars anymore. It was a place where people were fighting. The first missile that hit the ground made the clouds look orange and oily. The air smelled bad because of the smoke and the wolves were coming out of the trees. Elara was standing in the middle of all these and her feet were in the mud. She had a compass in her hand, it was like it was alive and sending her messages. The forest was alive too. Something big was happening. It was called the "Great Awakening". The wolves were not the ones coming. Other groups like the ‘Northern Loners’ and the ‘Grey-Fell Rogues’ were coming too. They were all running to the place.

I asked Christopher, confused why he was pulling me away from the battle. “Because I have a plan to get into the building while the war is being fought on the opposite side of the building. I have the maps memorized and I have a plan.” Christopher tells me and I trust that he knows what he is doing and I decide to follow him. In the distance I could hear the wolves and the hybrids as they battled it out and I could see that the wolves were winning. Then I see huge dogs that were in a blaze of fire attacking the men in cloaks. They were holding their own but the men in the black cloaks were using a black mist to fight them off.

With just me and the perfect silence in the room, I couldn’t help but brood. I could remember just exactly how it started about a month ago. I was in a meeting with the council of Elders when a sudden news had come to me that we were under an attack. Thinking that it was one of the usual attacks of some packs trying to show their powers by attacking us, I and some warriors had rushed to the scene. But what had we met? The soldiers of Blue Heart Pack were falling and dying all around. The worst part was no one could see who or whatever was attacking them. It was just an invisible force killing them all like animals.

“No matter what happens, they will try to take the throne.” Before Eve could respond, a distant explosion rocked the ground beneath them. Shouts echoed through the halls. The pack was under attack. ________________________________________ Eve ran toward the source of the chaos, the letter clutched tightly in her hand. Outside, masked figures swarmed the Silverclaw warriors, moving with unnatural speed. She leaped into the fray, slashing through one of the attackers, but something was wrong. When she struck, it felt like hitting air—as if they weren’t entirely there.

I asked Christopher, confused why he was pulling me away from the battle. “Because I have a plan to get into the building while the war is being fought on the opposite side of the building. I have the maps memorized and I have a plan.” Christopher tells me and I trust that he knows what he is doing and I decide to follow him. In the distance I could hear the wolves and the hybrids as they battled it out and I could see that the wolves were winning. Then I see huge dogs that were in a blaze of fire attacking the men in cloaks. They were holding their own but the men in the black cloaks were using a black mist to fight them off.

For our future. An arrow whizzed by me and hit the attacker I was going for. The thud of the object against his back, penetrating the layers of armour startled the Dark Elf that was looking at me with bloodshot eyes under his helmet. Their skin was darker than Pernwél’s ivory one, giving a blue-ish glow to their complexion. Their ears were pointier, than the elves I had met until now. I noticed as the Elf before me was struggling to get his helmet off in the pursuit of oxygen. The poison had reached his bloodstream and he was fighting the suffocating effect of the lethal plant concoction.

But before she could say anything, they screamed in terror, even floundering as they collapsed on the floor. “Don't hurt us! Please, go!" they said. Liam pulled Amora with a suspicious look and glared. "What have you done to them?" She shrugged and panicked. "I am not doing anything. I just smiled at them.” "Maybe your smile is deadly." Doron fell silent as Liam glared at him. After that, he questioned the three prisoners loud enough for them to finally admit something. "A man wearing a black cloak," said the bald man. "And he attacked our headquarters."

His words faded into a distant which made Isabelle and Andrius come to him. “Father…” “Senior Council…” The two attended their father and didn’t realized what their father is meaning to say. Because of Andrius’ anger, he kicked the chair which caused Elias to struggle. He caught his breathe and tried to loosen the rope. Everyone gasped at the sight, and all of a sudden, a numbers of outsiders wearing a black masks attacked the warriors. People were starting to disperse from the crowd. A man went to Elias’ direction and put him down on the floor.