Lord blessed by the elves

Chapter 91 Cub
Kruse calmly observed the battlefield, refraining from making a move rashly.

Through his monocle, he could not only see the flow of magic, but also vaguely sense another faint but completely different source of magic under the monster's violent emotions, which seemed to come from a crevice in the rocks behind the battlefield.

He was waiting, waiting for the perfect moment, and also wanting to see where the limits of these veteran Bronze Knights lay.

Finally, the opportunity came.

The cave lion suddenly stood upright after Wenk's feint attack, exposing its relatively soft belly.

"Now!" Cato roared, unleashing his full bronze battle aura to its limit. He shot forward like an arrow, his longsword aimed straight for the exposed weakness.

At the same time, Wenk seized the fleeting opportunity, his body darting out, the tip of his sword flashing coldly, his target aimed directly at the cave lion's menacing right eye.

"Pfft!"

"Roar--!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out simultaneously with the pit lion's piercing roar of agony.

Cato's longsword pierced deep into its abdomen, while Wink's sword precisely pierced its eyeball!

The excruciating pain drove the cave lion into a final frenzy; it violently swung its body, sending Kato and Wenk flying.

But the fatal wound had already been inflicted, and its movements began to falter, with blood gushing from its abdomen and eye sockets like streams.

Sterling, Didar, and Peter seized the opportunity and swarmed forward, their weapons raining down on its massive body.

Finally, the ferocious beast let out a mournful cry of resentment and collapsed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The battle is over.

The bronze knights were all panting, and some of them had injuries. Their faces showed a mixture of the joy of victory, the relief of lingering fear, and a subtle sense of mutual understanding.

Cato silently wiped the blood off his sword, while Totti stared at the monster's corpse on the ground with a complex expression. He seemed to have reached that bottleneck, but was still a little short.

Kruze then spurred his horse forward. He didn't pay much attention to the valuable monster corpse, but went straight to the crevice in the rock where he had sensed the abnormal magical energy fluctuations earlier.

It was hidden by dense vines and was extremely difficult to find unless you looked for it specifically.

He dismounted, parted the vines, and his eyes behind his glasses lit up slightly.

Deep in a crevice in the rocks, in a simple nest made of dry grass and soft moss, three furry little creatures were curled up together, making soft "woofing" sounds.

Their appearance is seven or eight parts similar to the ferocious cave lion we just saw, but they are only the size of a domestic cat, and their fur is a lighter grayish-brown, with the softness and harmlessness unique to cubs.

They seemed disturbed by their mother's death and the noise outside.

“A monster cub…” Kruze muttered to himself.

No wonder that cave lion would actively attack a sizable group; it wasn't purely for hunting, but more likely to protect its den and drive away potential threats.

He carefully reached out his hand, trying to soothe them with gentle magic.

One of the cubs raised its head, sniffed his fingers with its wet nose, then stuck out its rough little tongue and licked it, making a dependent whimper.

The other two shrank back somewhat timidly.

[Ding! The Elf King's monocle has been passively activated, granting him a natural affinity for magical beasts and gaining the affection of three magical beast cubs.] Countless thoughts raced through Kruze's mind in an instant.

Adult cave lions are wild and difficult to tame, but cubs can be tamed before they open their eyes.

However, all three cubs had already opened their eyes.

Sure enough, as soon as Cato and the others came in, the three lion cubs immediately let out angry roars, cute yet fierce.

“They’ve already opened their eyes. Cave lions have an excellent memory. We’ve been remembered by the three cubs. If we leave them alone, they will definitely take revenge on us when they grow up.”

After Cato finished speaking, he was about to raise his knight's sword to strike.

But it was easily blocked by the hilt of Kruze's sword, a sight that made Cato's pupils shrink slightly.

Although he had experienced a fierce battle and consumed a lot of fighting spirit and energy, with his strength, he was not someone that an ordinary trainee knight could stop.

"Lord Kruze?" Cato sheathed his sword and took a half step back, his tone filled with confusion and inquiry.

Kruse did not answer him immediately, but instead turned his gaze back to the three terrified and angry lion cubs.

[Ding! The Elf King's monocle has been passively activated, granting him a natural affinity for magical beasts, gaining the affection of three magical beast cubs.]

This wasn't a system notification sound, but rather an intuitive message transmitted to Kruse through the lens.

In his current vision, the dark red magical aura representing chaotic emotions that had been violently fluctuating due to fear and hostility on the three lion cubs was being affected by the invisible power emanating from the lens. Like ice being touched by a spring breeze, it was slowly melting and calming down, gradually turning into a light blue color that represented curiosity and reassurance.

Their hostile roars gradually subsided, and in their amber vertical pupils, ferocity was replaced by confusion.

They seemed to sense a feeling of comfort and closeness from the human in front of them, a feeling different from that of other intruders.

That is an affinity that belongs to nature, to spirits, and to higher forms of life.

Kruse crouched down and reached out his hand again. This time, he didn't use his own strength, but relied entirely on the natural affinity brought by his monocle.

His movements were slow and patient.

The lion cub that had licked his fingers first hesitated for a moment, then came closer and gently rubbed its nose against his palm.

The other two cubs, who had been huddled at the back, seemed to be drawn by some invisible force. They hesitantly walked over, taking small, hesitant steps, and cautiously sniffed at Kruse's fingers and the corner of his clothes. In the end, they also let out soft whimpers that expressed their dependence and ingratiation, and even rubbed their heads against his boots.

This scene left the knights behind them stunned.

Cato, in particular, could hardly hide the shock on his face.

He knew all too well how difficult it was to approach a vengeful monster cub that had already opened its eyes, let alone how it had suddenly become so docile and affectionate after witnessing its mother's murder and being filled with hostility.

This completely contradicts his understanding.

"What... what's going on?" Sterling Knight of Boar Territory murmured. He had lived most of his life and had never seen such a strange sight.

Kruze gently stroked the fluffy heads of the three lion cubs who had come to rely on him, stood up, and calmly explained to the astonished and uncertain gazes of the crowd, "Perhaps it is the effect of some elven artifact I carry, which has a unique calming power over magical beasts." He gave a seemingly reasonable, yet mysterious, reason.

(End of this chapter)