Vientiane Throne of Civilization

Chapter 1960 Ereda

At this moment, the hydra, being relentlessly bombarded by the elven archers' explosive arrows, was clearly enraged. Its surging fury clouded its judgment, causing it to do something foolish.

Completely forgetting that the poison gas he had spewed had just been neutralized by the opponent, he was now suffering a second setback.

Accompanied by howling winds, a second volley of exploding arrows swept out, blasting the Hydra into a dusty mess.

Meanwhile, the wood elf mages, who had previously been thwarted by the hydra's poisonous gas, struck again, with numerous vines climbing up the hydra's body and binding it tightly.

Watching the defeated Hydra from afar, the figure in the shadows sighed and then beckoned.

"attack."

Upon receiving the order, a large number of dark elf soldiers with black hair, black eyes, and purplish-gray skin rushed out from the positions behind Hydra, pushing ballistae, clearly intending to form ranks and open fire.

Upon noticing the commotion while flying in the air, the giant eagle rider immediately took action to try to stop it.

But the Dark Elves were clearly prepared as well.

In the blink of an eye, the giant eagle knights who had flown in were entangled by a group of half-human, half-bird monsters.

This was clearly beyond the expectations of the elves here; no one knew where the dark elves had found these monsters to help them in battle.

The half-human, half-bird monsters had hideous faces, and after surrounding and attacking them, they kept emitting piercing screams, as if they were some kind of special attack, constantly disturbing the minds of the giant eagle knights.

Under these circumstances, these monsters were relatively thin and could not withstand the attacks of the giant eagle knights. However, due to the large number of these monsters, the giant eagle knights, surrounded by a large group of monsters, were unable to escape in a short period of time.

Seizing this opportunity, the Dark Elf ballista units deployed their firepower and launched an attack directly towards the distant forest.

Under the barrage of crossbow fire, chaos reigned within the forest.

Hydra seized this opportunity to break free.

During the brief reload, a figure clad in black armor slowly emerged from the Dark Elf's position.

"Wright! I know you've arrived. Aren't you going to come out and see your old friend?!"

Hearing that familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar voice, Wright's eye twitched slightly.

After taking a deep breath, he gestured to the wood elf mage to clear a path.

Looking at the forest in the distance, which seemed to have come alive, the leading dark elf raised his hand, calming the hydra while signaling the ballista troops behind him not to fire.

When old friends meet again after a long separation, this much-needed sentiment should still be shown.

A path soon cleared through the distant forest, and Wright, without letting anyone else follow, rode his stag to the other side.

The dark elf grinned as he looked at Wright who had come before him.

"It must have been more than three hundred years since we last met, right? Wright, you don't seem to have changed much."

Upon hearing this, Wright's gaze involuntarily fell on the scar on the other person's cheek.

It was a devastating slash; the wound extended from the opponent's cheek down their neck to their chest, nearly costing them their life.

Wright had no intention of reminiscing; he got straight to the point…

"Eridar, I have already banished you in the name of the Elven King, why have you returned? Do you want to stir up conflict within your people again?!"

Despite Wright's wariness, Ereda's smile remained unchanged.

"Why would I come back? Of course, I'm back to prove I was right!"

At this point, Ereda changed the subject.

"Wright, it seems you're still as naive as ever. Those fools haven't changed a bit in over three hundred years, have they?! If this continues, the Elven race will be doomed sooner or later!" "..."

Hearing Eredar say these words more than three hundred years ago when he launched his rebellion, Wright felt a complicated mix of emotions and for a moment, he really didn't know what to say.

Indeed, until last winter, the Elven race was still the same as before, but now, it's hard to say.

In this situation, facing Eredar again made Wright even more nervous.

Throughout this process, Ereda kept a close eye on every single change in Wright.

After all, he knew better than anyone just how powerful the Elf King before him was.

During this time, Eredar naturally caught Wright's indescribable expression, which made him vaguely realize that something he didn't know had happened in the elven forest over the past three hundred years.

However, given the current situation, he didn't have time to think about that. The thorny black knight's sword, which originally required two hands to wield, was now raised by Eredar with one hand, the tip of the sword pointing directly at Wright.

"Wright, for the sake of our childhood, I'll give you another chance. Lead your elves and submit to me! From now on, I will lead our people to unprecedented prosperity!"

“Eredar, your people are not the same as before. Your lineage of dark elves, led by you, has been exiled for over three hundred years, and you have already paid the price. As long as you sincerely repent your mistakes, as the Elven King, I am willing to forgive you and accept you back as a member of our people.”

"Hahahahaha!!!"

As soon as Wright said this, Ereda burst into laughter as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Repent for your mistakes? Are you willing to forgive us?"

"You truly are a magnanimous Elf King."

As Ereda spoke, she even gave a rather elegant bow.

It was his black armor, covered in spikes that resembled intertwined thorns, that made his actions seem somewhat out of place.

"But what did I do wrong?! You're the one who's wrong! You're the unambitious, complacent elves!! I'm the one who truly cares about the future of the elves!!"

At that moment, Eredar practically roared.

After realizing he had lost his composure, he took a deep breath.

"It seems there's no point in talking."

As he spoke, Ereda waved his hand.

"Everyone, step back! What follows is a duel between kings!!"

Wright understood him just as Ereda understood him.

Eredar was well aware of his own strength; he knew that the enemy would not easily lead their troops back to fight unless they were absolutely certain of victory.

In a duel between top experts, anyone else who gets involved is doomed.

Eredar wanted to develop the Elven race into a military superpower, and for this, he needed enough Elves to serve him.

Therefore, he did not want to needlessly increase the casualties of his ethnic group.

As for the other elves, he'll have plenty of time to correct them after he deals with Wright!
At the same time, Wright dismounted from the stag's back, signaled the stag to leave, and raised his hand to signal the tribesmen in the forest to stay away from the area.

Putting everything else aside, he and Eredar shared the same thought: they didn't want to needlessly increase casualties among their race.

Without anyone noticing, even the air in the area became oppressive.

Wright calmly drew his twin swords, one behind his back and the other in front of him. A fierce battle was about to break out between the two!
(End of this chapter)