Heart of the Castle

Chapter 596

The exchange between the griffin lord Levi Stern and the sniper archer Sir Grace Tully caused a huge shock in the royal hall, even if it is compared to the raging sea.Not only the chiefs of the tribes and tribes in the Moonwhisper Forest yelled loudly, but even the high elves, who valued the most etiquette, could not help but make voices of surprise or surprise.All the voices gathered together and filled every inch of the elf palace.

The elf queen's self-control is very strong, but the surprised expression on that beautiful and elegant face that has not been tainted by time has become more obvious, "Your Excellency the regent of the human kingdom, just now you proposed that you want to compete with the elves in terms of bow and arrow skills ?” Her tone was generally calm, but there was at least some surprise in her eyes.

"Yes, this is our choice." Levi replied firmly, "Sir Grace Tully, the sniper archer, is the best marksman in the Kingdom of Arthur. I believe he can win for us." A good start."

"It is the greatest honor to be a marksman to be able to compete with the archery masters among the elves and win." Sir Grace announced word by word.

This sentence aroused even more discussion in the palace of the royal court. The fiery bear man Bill? Big Bass chief clapped his hands and clapped his hands strangely, and the leader of the centaur tribe Miha? Huge head; the elder of the ancient tree, Moni, seemed to have not fully recovered from his speech form, and stood still in the same place dumbly; and the flower fairy Loli? The tribal leader who was surprised by this arrogant declaration, her pair of green eyes stared viciously at Levi Ston... the big crow on his shoulder from the beginning to the end.

The reactions of the elves were quite consistent and extremely strong. The complexions of the high elf nobles, elf commoner leaders, and wild elf elders all turned livid. Even the druid masters with calm and gentle personalities showed at least A look of disapproval.

"One sentence can make the three opposing elves fight against each other. Sir Grace's scolding skills are really amazing." Mr. Dish muttered with a strange expression.

"Maybe even better than his bow and arrow level." Sir Rodriguez added with a low smile, "At least in front of the elf marksman, Sir Grace is not sure of victory, but in terms of scolding, I can't think of anyone who can." His opponent."

"I lost, I lost!" The big crow nodded his head twice, his voice was full of sorrow and sadness, "Grace, it's terrible, the archery is against the elves, and the crow beats the crow!"

"Your Majesty the Regent of the Human Kingdom, is this a momentary slip of the tongue?" The Sun Chanter who had not spoken all this time suddenly said, this Chanter has a tall figure that is rarely seen among the elves, and he is dressed in a simple and noble style. The singer's robe set him off like a king, and his voice was as cold and firm as his expression. "Or do you think that the bow and arrow skills that our elves are proud of are worthless? Can it be surpassed by a human archer?"

The noise of the discussion gradually subsided, but it did not completely disappear. Most members of the Council of the Elven Court were whispering to each other, and at the same time they were waiting for an answer from the human kingdom.

"Your Excellency, Sun Chanter, our choice of bow and arrow skills in the first round of the competition is not without consideration, let alone underestimating the strength of the elves' sharpshooters." Li Wei's answer seemed confident, "Sir Grace is a A very good marksman, he can be called the number one archer in the Kingdom of Arthur. We all want to know how far there is between him and the best marksman of the elves. And according to the rules of the gift of peace, the content of the three rounds of competition cannot be repeated. I think no matter what format we propose in the first round, the archery competition will inevitably occur."

"That's right, since it's inevitable to compete in archery, it's better for humans to propose it first than for elves to propose it later." The leader of the Natural Magic Guild, Green Leaf Chanter, one of the three elves, said, wearing a A druid's traditional costume made of intertwined leaves, with a headband made of branches and floral flowers on his forehead. Although his appearance is the same as that of the sun singer, his expression is much gentler.

"Maybe you should choose someone else." Another voice came from an elf who seemed to have entered middle age.His expression was indifferent, his eyes were deep, and the robe he was wearing was completely different from that of most elves. It looked as dark as night and was covered with gem fragments like stars. "The betrayer of the royal court, the former crown prince His Royal Highness Lothian, should be much stronger than your original candidate. Although he can't win, it will always make the game more exciting."

Li Wei's answer was a refusal without hesitation, ""

Perseus Sky Whisperer is not only the chief master of the Star Gazer Guild, but also a loyal follower and advisor of the Sun Chanter. Because of his high status among the high elves, many people respectfully refer to him as Chancellor He is also very fond of this title, even when the wild elves he despises the most call him Chanter, he can get Perseus?

It is conceivable that such an arrogant and self-important high elf behaved angrily after hearing Li Wei's strong refusal.Perseus's hands hidden in the stargazer's robe were tightly clenched into fists, and his expression was even distorted by fury. He didn't seem to have a trace of elf beauty, but looked hideous and terrifying.He wanted to threaten immediately, but anger burned his throat like a raging fire, making him afraid to open his mouth easily.

After 2 full minutes, Perseus managed to restrain his raging anger, "The stars have already predicted the outcome of today's contest, humans, there will be no doubt about your defeat." His voice was as light as a whisper , but the hatred contained in it is so strong that even a rude and straightforward orc can hear it.

"Hey, Boss Li Wei, this bean sprout seems to be threatening you." The voice of the orc commander Zhuangzhu sounded from behind, and it could be heard that the orc had tried to keep his voice down, but the volume was still loud enough for everyone to hear clear. "Do you want me to... screw his little head off?"

If there is any plant that the high elves hate the most, bean sprouts must be ranked first.It is impossible to know who was the first to use this kind of plant as a metaphor for elves—especially high elves, but because the metaphor is very vivid, it is well known by all major intelligent races on the mainland.Many people have called the elves contemptuously Bean Sprouts in private, but this is the first time that this name has been heard under the dome of the Elven King Palace in the hundreds of years since the end of the Dragon War.

"What a vicious provocation!" Sunsinger shouted sharply, "absolutely unforgivable!"

The anger swept over like a gust of wind, the high elves shouted in anger, and the sound of the scimitar hitting the scabbard accompanied by the flashing silver light filled the ancient palace.The guard knights of the human mission immediately drew out their huge swords and confronted them. Although they seemed to be few in number, their majestic bodies wrapped in steel armor and the sharp two-handed giant swords in their hands were far more slender than those of the elves. Oversized and decorated mithril weapons are more intimidating.

Seeing that a terrible battle was about to start in the palace of the royal court, the elf queen suddenly raised her hands, "Stop, children of Alara, the goddess of life!" Her tone was firm and forceful, "I thought the human side had already chosen The first round of the contest of the Gift of Peace shouldn’t be a melee of hundreds of people, right?”

The elf queen's reprimand shocked many high elves. They looked at each other blankly, their scimitars and thorn swords hanging down, "Your Majesty, indeed not." Samar Feng Lan, head of the Silver Pegasus Knights Qi said hesitantly, "But, but they dare to call us..."

"Bean sprouts, right?" The elf queen finished for him, and then showed a faint smile, "That's just a nickname for our elves. It may be a bit offensive, but it's no more excessive than calling the dwarves stumps."

The elf queen's gracious smile and tolerant words resolved the stagnant atmosphere in the hall. The high elves hesitated to put away their weapons, and then the guard knights of the human mission also sheathed their giant swords.There was no hostility in the elf queen's eyes, which made the orc leader Zhuangzhu feel a little at a loss.

The rude orc leader put the huge double-edged battle ax back on his waist, "I, I should say I'm sorry," he scratched his greasy, rough and messy hair, "That...beautiful elf girl, I'm sorry again." I don’t even say that you are bean sprouts.”

This apology sounds like another offense, "Beautiful girl..." The sun singer's cheeks twitched uncontrollably, feeling that his throat seemed to be clamped by invisible pliers, and his heart was also pumping. Groaning overwhelmed.For the sake of his own life and health, the Sun Chanter decided not to argue with that crude object any longer, and forced himself to swallow the bad breath.

Defeating those humans in the contest of the gift of peace is the best response to offense.The sun chanter told himself this, and then gracefully bowed to the emerald dragon king Zhanqing Augustus.

"Your Majesty the Great Emerald Dragon King, the human envoy proposed that the first round of the ceremony of peace be bow and arrow skills. May I ask your Majesty, is the emerald dragon family the candidate for the challenge, or the elves?"

This was obviously just going through the motions. Augustus had a strange expression on his face, and asked impatiently, "Elf, where have you seen a dragon using a bow and arrow? Of course, it would be good if you acted as an agent. "

"Since this is the case, I understand." The Sunsinger nodded reservedly, and then turned to the camp of the elf civilian leaders, "In the name of the elves' royal court, secret archer Larry? Moonbow!"

Larry Moonbow, who used to be the envoy of the royal court, frowned lightly. Because of the Marquis of Osiris—that is, the Crown Prince of Lothien, he was unwilling to be an enemy of the Kingdom of Arthur, and there were also conflicts between elves and high elves. With pretty serious friction.For a moment, he hesitated to refuse to fight, but in the end the honor of being a sharpshooter overwhelmed everything.

"Sunsinger, Larry Moonbow salutes you." The elf secret archer stepped out from the crowd and bowed briefly.

"The elves have always been proud of being the best marksmen in the various kingdoms. Even during the Dragon War period, apart from the elf marksmen, there was no troop capable of threatening opponents in the legendary realm." Sunsinger said in a heavy tone. He pointed out, "Perhaps because of too long time, the glory that once belonged to the elves has already been challenged by humans. Larry Moonbow, you are one of the best marksmen in the Moonwhispering Forest and the only one who has passed the secret Trial civilians, do you have the confidence to defeat the human archer for the glory of the elves?"

"The sound of the bowstring is stronger than the boastful words," replied Larry Moonbow with a famous saying among elven marksmen.Now that he has made up his mind to fight for the glory of the elven sharpshooter, Larry Moonbow has given up all distracting thoughts since he walked out of the crowd just now. Now his eyes are as sharp as a razor, and it seems that even looking at him will feel like being cut off. Hurt feeling.

Perhaps there is always a certain similarity between sharpshooters. Sir Grace Tully also looked very indifferent. If the facial features were not too rigid, he would be almost the same as Larry Moonbow. Buckled out of a mold.

In the Moon Whispering Forest, there is no archery range like the one in the human kingdom, because every elf—including the Silver Pegasus Knight and the Wild Elf War Dancer—has a natural familiarity with bows and arrows.Even the waitresses who prepare lunch in the kitchen are the same. Although they have not received systematic training, their bow and arrow skills even surpass those of ordinary soldiers in the human archer army.

No race has ever dared to challenge elf marksmen in terms of bows and arrows, even on the battlefield. For thousands of years, elves have been the only race with enough numbers to have an organized marksman unit.Where the sharp arrow of the elf sharpshooter pointed, the longbow fell to the ground, the iron shield cracked, the horses wailed, and the corpses littered the field. No troop has ever been able to bear it unwaveringly.

Even the alchemy marksman made by the heart of the castle is slightly inferior to the elves in the skill of using bows and arrows. Under the same circumstances, the attack frequency of the alchemy marksman is one tenth lower than that of the elf marksman when using double shooting stunts The accuracy of individual calls is also slightly worse.

Sir Grace is very aware of these situations, but as a marksman who has reached a certain peak in bow and arrow skills, this kind of contest with unknown results really makes him feel excited. He was once ridiculed as blood flowing with ice Also boiling up.As he walked forward, his expression became more and more ruthless, and a raging fire burned in his eyes.

The venue for the bow and arrow competition is set in the middle of a poplar forest. If it is used as an archery range, this place is really unqualified.Although some leveling has been carried out here, there is neither a regular archery target nor an open field. There are tall and straight poplar trees everywhere. The sound is melodious, like a melody of nature revolving around the ears.

"It seems more suitable for camping here than for two sharpshooters to compete with each other." Brebe, the master dwarf blacksmith, muttered with some dissatisfaction.

"Maybe those bean sprouts don't have the strength to swing the axe." The orc leader Zhuangzhu grinned and said, "We orcs have plenty of strength. If the elf girls can't chop trees, we can help them chop them!"

"Si'er has a better way to deal with big tree trunks." Si'er, the leader of the Miyun tribe's goblins, said in a eager tone, "Si'er brought a lot of bang bang bang, bury them, light a fire, and you can see The most beautiful fireworks, and get rid of any big tree trunks that get in the way."

"If we do that, I think we will all be dealt with by angry elves." Grun Worm leaned over to join their conversation, "When I was in Greencastle, I heard Master Sugard say that the elves value the Moonwhisper Forest The degree is far more than the lifeblood of human beings. After all, there are still guys among human beings who voluntarily become eunuchs, and absolutely none of the elves will voluntarily leave the Moon Whispering Forest."

"I don't think I made a mistake." Lizardman sharpshooter Miss Leslin said in an uncertain tone, "Whether it's a flat and open bow and arrow shooting range or a forest with lush branches and leaves, it is very important for a sharpshooter." It is a place where you can compete, and the latter is more suitable. When we are the sharpshooters among the lizardmen, we often choose some places with complicated terrain, otherwise, if everyone hits the bull's-eye with arrows, they will not be able to tell the difference. It's up and down."

"Miss Raslin, from your point of view, Sir Grace is more likely to win, or is the elven sharpshooter stronger?" Grunwalm watched the two people in front of them make their final preparations, and couldn't help but Asked curiously.

Miss Raslin blinked her eyes, and a hesitant expression appeared on her pretty face with the eyes of snakes or lizards, "I... I'm afraid I can't judge." She finally admitted, "Whether Gray Sir, or that Larry? Moonbow, they are all first-class sharpshooters far better than me, and have reached the level of masters in the use of bows and arrows. However, there is a gap in the weapons they use, Grace The Jazz's silver fir longbow can be considered a powerful weapon, but I'm afraid it's far from being able to compete with the semi-divine weapon of the elves? The Red Moon Bow."

Although the voice of this sentence was not loud, it was still captured by the keen ears of the elf sky knight, "The gift of peace is an absolutely fair contest, and the contest is also about each other's skills rather than the weapon itself." Marquis Osiris turned around He came over and explained with a serious expression, "Larry Moonbow will not use the Red Moon Bow. He will, together with Sir Grace, choose one of the ten longbows provided by both parties as his own." Makeshift weapon."

(End of this chapter)