Vientiane Throne of Civilization

Chapter 1963 Whose Kid Is He?
A gust of wind swept by, and at this moment, even Wright couldn't help but be surprised to see Hilke standing in front of him with his sword in hand.

Just as Ereda said, he knew the distance from the ancient elven tree to here. Even a martial artist at the Transcendent Realm who could travel by releasing their true energy would find it difficult to make it in time.

This also meant that Hilker's appearance was completely beyond Wright and Ereda's expectations.

During this time, Ereda's gaze was also completely fixed on Hilke. The sword that came flying towards him was powerful and had a tremendous force. It made Hilke's hand go numb, and his entire hand seemed to lose all feeling.

He had to exert all his strength to barely hold onto the hilt and prevent the greatsword from falling to the ground.

However, he did not reveal any of this, and on the surface, he maintained a certain degree of strength, as if the opponent's sword had not had much of an impact on him.

At the same time, he looked at Hilke, who was standing with his sword in hand, with great interest.

"Interesting. Whose kid are you? I've never seen you before."

Eredar was buying himself some time to recover, but at the same time, he was genuinely curious about Hilke in front of him.

The elven race here is quite large, and Eredar naturally couldn't possibly know them all, but not every elf could cultivate to the Transcendent Realm.

To achieve this, both talent and personal effort are indispensable.

It's no exaggeration to say that he has seen and can even name any elf in his race who has some talent and has worked hard in their training.

The man in front of me, Hilke, doesn't look very old.

Judging from the current situation, he has just completed the trial of the Ancient Elf Tree and his strength has officially reached the Realm of Transcending and Conquering.

He couldn't possibly have no recollection of someone with such strength at such a young age.

However, before Hilke could speak, Wright's voice rang out first...

“You don’t know him? This child is only a little over four hundred years old.”

"Over four hundred years old?!"

Upon receiving this answer, Ereda was stunned. Her usually deep voice suddenly became sharp, accompanied by a sharp increase in decibels.

Although Eredar had always disliked the elves' laxity and lack of ambition, Hilk, who had cultivated to the Transcendent Realm at over four hundred years old, still surprised him.

Even Wright, that guy, took over six hundred years to reach the Transcendent Realm. Did this kid start cultivating from the womb?

"A guy like you could never get along with those carefree elves. Kid, want to come help me?!"

After a brief moment of shock, Eredar extended an olive branch to Hilke.

As he said, Hilke, who has achieved so much at such a young age, is the complete opposite of the naturally carefree elves.

From this perspective, Eredar believes that Hilke would definitely be more in agreement with his ideas!
Unfortunately, he got some things wrong.

Hilke wasn't always like this. He used to be a carefree elf, and he didn't belong to the elven race here, so he didn't really have much of an opinion about the carefree attitude of the elves here.

Incidentally, in Hilke's opinion, Wright and Eredar in front of him might think they were already very diligent, but that was only compared to other elves.

Otherwise, look at the powerful figures of other races within their Great Zhou Dynasty, what a mess they've all made of it?
The elves are only a small part of the race.

Of course, Hilke would never say these things directly.

During this time, seeing Ereda directly recruiting Hilke right in front of him, Wright interrupted her.

"Stop dreaming, Eredar! Do you still want to keep fighting?!"

Wright's eyes flashed a clear warning when he asked the question. The meaning was obvious: if you still want to fight, then they'll be resorting to a righteous two-on-one!
The biggest problem right now is that a lot of intelligence is still unclear, and neither side is sure of the outcome.

Among them, the one with the least intelligence was Hilke.

He had just finished the trial of the ancient tree of elves when he was informed of the invasion of foreign enemies, and at the same time he felt strong energy fluctuations.

Without having time to think, he used 'Dance of the Gale' to fly over at top speed.

After reaching the Transcendent Realm or the Nascent Soul Realm, the most important thing is to accumulate strength. Hilke, who has just broken through, cannot compare with Wright and Ereda in terms of individual strength.

Not to mention that the fight hasn't even started yet, and 'Dance of the Gale' has already taken a toll on him.

Under these circumstances, the opposing Eredar remained completely calm and composed, seemingly in complete control.

Adding to the fact that his opponent was able to react and parry his earlier surprise attack using the 'Dance of the Gale' technique, Hilke was also taken aback and couldn't figure out his opponent's strengths and weaknesses for a while.

Looking at Wright behind him, although he managed to stand up, Hilke could feel that Wright was at his limit, and all the pressure suddenly fell on him.

At that moment, hearing Wright's words, which carried a hint of warning and threat, Eredar feigned ease and revealed a sinister smile.

"What? You still have the strength to fight, Wright?"

"You can try."

Taking a deep breath, Wright gripped the twin swords of wind and fire tightly.

Ereda's eyes flickered for a moment, then she spread her hands, faced Wright and Hilke, and slowly backed away.

"I will come again."

The moment Hilker appeared, Ereda knew it was doomed.

Compared to Wright, his condition was only slightly better, and he was simply unable to deal with another martial artist at the Transcendent Realm level.

There's no need to continue the main offensive. Given the current situation, they can't deal with Hilke, and staying here would only mean certain death.

As they created distance, the dark elf forces receded like a receding tide.

At the other end of the Elf Forest lay a boundless sea, where the Dark Elves' black-sailed warships were docked. After everyone boarded, they quickly departed.

After boarding the ship, Ereda went straight to her lounge.

As soon as the door closed, he could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Where the hell did that damn kid come from?"

He has been preparing for this battle for over three hundred years!

Once they dealt with Wright, the remaining elves would have little chance of resistance against their dark elf forces.

Everything was going smoothly until Wright's firestorm caused him a minor mishap, but it was still within his control.

Who would have thought that a young man from the Realm of Horizontal and Vertical Realms would suddenly appear out of nowhere?

Eredar had originally predicted that, given the Elven race's carefree nature, things would only get worse after the Dark Elves, led by him, were driven out.

How did this kid suddenly appear?
Ereda clearly couldn't understand this problem.

(End of this chapter)