Heart of the Castle

Chapter 600 Battle Dance Arena, Master-Apprentice Showdown

The worry on Mr. Dish's face made Levi feel ominous, and the elf messenger—the elite sword dancer Girnash who had a relationship with him once—seemed to be in a heavy heart, with a serious expression on his face. The expression on his face even seemed a little dull.

"Your Excellency the Regent," Girnash said in his blunt Common Tongue, and at the same time handed over a wooden board engraved with intricate and beautiful ancient Elvish writing. "This is the content of the second round of competition proposed by the Elf King Court, please read it."

According to the rules of the Gift of Peace, the party that failed in the first round of competition has the right to propose the content of the next round of competition.After the elves unexpectedly lost the archery competition, they will definitely try to win the second round of the competition. Li Wei imagined many possible challenges from the opponent, but when he heard Mr. Dish translate the wooden board word by word After reading the elven words engraved on it, although he tried his best to calm himself down, he still showed a trembling expression.

"The battle dance arena? And the ring will be guarded by the master of martial arts, Unicenfizerd!" The young griffin lord opened his eyes wide, his voice hoarse due to shock, "How could they propose such shameless conditions?"

The ceremony of peace does not stipulate the method of the contest, but according to the core idea of ​​this ancient ceremony, one party is usually not allowed to use its own natural advantages to propose those obviously excessive content of the contest—for example, the mermaids proposed to compete in diving, and the bird body girl The demon proposes a test flight and the like.In fact, if the gift of peace was not a means for the ancient elves to resolve internal conflicts, even the contest of archery would be banned by default. After all, according to the great reputation of the elves as marksmen, it has nothing to do with their racial talent What a difference.

Compared with the great reputation of the elven sharpshooter, the reputation of the elven war dancer is much worse.Before the dragon war, the wild elves from humble origins could only serve as cannon fodder. They had no armor to protect them, but they had to undertake the task of close combat, so they were the ones who suffered the most in every battle.However, under the baptism of blood and fire, the wild elves have also tempered their tough and ruthless character and their sharp and smooth two-sword sword fighting skills. Simply considering the moves, they have far surpassed the high elves' Silver Pegasus Knight.

However, unlike human beings, only the high elves can discover the power similar to fighting spirit from their bloodline from the ancient dragon king, while elves, commoners and wild elves do not have such ability.No matter how fierce the moves of the war dancer are, no matter how outstanding the fighting consciousness is, it is still difficult to compete with a silver Pegasus knight who has reached the stage of dissipating fighting spirit. The strong masters of martial arts can't reverse the natural deficiency of wild elves.

The character of the wild elves has a heavy inferiority complex mixed with arrogance. They can't have the power of fighting spirit, so they invented a duel method to limit these supernatural powers. This is the so-called war dance arena.

The rules of the battle dance arena can be said to be very harsh. Both parties cannot wear armor, let alone use any supernatural powers such as grudges, magic, or magic.The competition is about each other's moves and wills. After a war dance duel, both sides are often covered in blood. The barbaric and sturdy feeling can almost be compared with the blood feast of the orcs.

Seeing that Li Wei's face became very ugly, everyone in the Kingdom Mission stopped laughing and moved around to surround him.Mr. Disch explained to them in a soft voice the elf's proposed second bout and the rules of the war dance ring, before his voice was drowned out in a roar of angry cries.

"What kind of bloody rule is this?" the werewolf chief Worf cursed loudly.

"You are not allowed to wear armor, and you are not allowed to use grudges. What is the difference between that and fighting with one arm tied?" Li Wei's attendant knight Glen Worm blurted out angrily.

"Master Levi, we cannot accept such a harsh request." Sir Rodriguez suggested in a heavy tone, "Unicon Fitzgerald is already a very difficult opponent. I'm afraid we have little chance of winning this battle."

"But according to the rules of the Gift of Peace, since we have won the first round of the contest, we have no choice but to accept the content of the contest proposed by the losing party." Mr. Dish's tone seemed a little troubled, "If you refuse, then you will It is regarded as a great contempt for the entire ceremony, and those high elves who value etiquette more than life may not let it go."

"Father God, but..." Li Wei frowned and said, "But you can't let Sir Rodriguez take off his shirt to compete with the master of martial arts, Uniken Fizeld?"

Sir Rodriguez obviously thought of some funny scene, his face looked a little weird, but he still puffed up his chest, "If this is your order, Master Levi, I will take off my armor and fight him."

"But even you can't be sure to defeat that master war dancer." Levi reminded solemnly, he didn't say the next sentence, but both Sir Rodriguez and Mr. Dish could understand—" It is even more impossible to guarantee that my identity as a Scourge Knight will not be exposed in the face of the opponent's onslaught."

"Wow, Elf Bean Sprouts is having a problem again!" The growl of the orc leader Zhuangzhu can be heard the loudest, "But this rule sounds similar to our big mess holding a blood feast, Lord Li Wei, let us Go and participate! I will use this big ax to chop off the heads of a row of elf bean sprouts, and then wear them into a beautiful necklace!"

Girnash looked over sharply, "Dirty orc, you are not worthy to be the opponent of Master Unikenfizerd." The elf sword dancer held the pair of scabbard daggers at his waist with both hands. With an ebony hilt, the tone was full of disgust and warned, "If you continue to speak wildly, be careful, I will cut off your stinky tongue with these two daggers."

After hearing this, Zhuang Zhu yelled, "Elf Bean Sprouts." He stared at his eyes that were bigger than those of a bull, and took out the big and ugly two-handed battle ax from behind intimidatingly, "Look at your little With a body, and eating those damn fruits and vegetables all day long, [-]% of the shit you pull out is grass green, do you want to taste the taste of my big axe?"

Seeing that the conflict was about to break out, Li Wei made a gesture, and two griffin knights immediately stepped forward to stop it.The elf sword dancer lowered his hands and took a step back, but the enraged orc was not so easy to block.There was a clanging metal impact, and the griffin rider in front of the leader of the strong pig was hit hard in the chest, and he staggered back several steps, almost falling down.

Then the leader of the strong pig rushed towards Girnash brandishing the battle ax in his hand, roaring like a frenzied herd of beasts.The elf sword dancer hastily drew out his two swords to defend himself, but before the two could touch each other, a green light flashed, and the huge body of Zhuangzhu Commander flew into the air, and fell to the ground more than ten meters away with a bang. The ugly battle-axe flew farther than he did, and did not stop until the blade sank into an old oak tree.

Marquis Osiris stood where the strong pig had just fallen out, his hands were empty, but his gaze was sharper than the blade of a sword.After the leader of the strong pig got up, his arrogance disappeared. Although the orc was aggressive, he was not brainless. He knew the gap between himself and the green lion, so he could only shrink his neck in embarrassment. "I'm sober, I want to say sorry, the spirits of the centaur were still messing with me last night."

The Marquis of Osiris nodded slightly, indicating that he accepted the orc's apology, and then turned to the Griffon Lord, "Your Excellency, Guardian of the Realm." He once again called Li Wei with the most solemn title, "This battle belongs to me, please You allow me to represent the Kingdom of Arthur in the contest."

"Lord Marquis Osiris, that's too cruel to you." Li Wei looked at the Elf Knight worriedly, and then tried to persuade him with an indifferent look, "In my opinion, this round of competition between you and Rodriguez Sir Si doesn’t even need to play, just send anyone at random. Anyway, we have already won the first round of archery competition by luck, and it’s nothing to make the Elven King’s court win back.”

"That's right." Mr. Dish agreed, "I think it's better to let Si'er, the leader of the goblins, play. Since those high elves have put forward such harsh conditions, let's turn this round of contest into a farce. Shame on their faces."

"It's Si'er's turn to play?" The leader of the little elves looked very excited, and he didn't think about danger at all in his head, "Can you let Si'er try the booming, clattering, flashing spiral gods shaking their heads in fear? Afraid of killing you?" He blinked his eyes full of longing, and at the same time took the strangely shaped musket on his shoulder in his hand.

"Only melee weapons are allowed in the battle dance arena, and bows, arrows, crossbows, or muskets are not allowed." Marquis Osiris said with a wry smile. During this period of time, he has seen the amazing destruction of weapons developed by the elves. Power, and some of these weapons can even make him, a sky knight, feel a little afraid, if the greater threat to the user's life is excluded. "Also, Chief Four, I have great respect for my Xia Lafei, and I don't want you to die with him."

"Will it explode?" The leader of Si'er scratched his forehead with some regret, "Actually, you should believe in the little monster. The little monster has done several experiments, and it will only explode once every three times!"

It seems that one of the three uses exploded, and it is already a fairly safe product for small spirits.Everyone was sweating coldly, the master dwarf blacksmith Brebe and others couldn't help but move backwards, trying to stay as far away from the little elf leader as possible. Who can guarantee that the thing in his hand will not explode suddenly?
"Master Li Wei, I am the best candidate to participate in the battle dance arena." Marquis Osiris explained to the young Griffon Lord, "No one in the Kingdom of Arthur is more familiar with Shalafei's fierce swordsmanship than I am, and I am equally He is the best in double-sword sword fighting. And with all due respect, although Sir Rodriguez's swordsmanship is powerful, the Star Iron Giant Sword is a two-handed heavy weapon after all, and the gift of peace prohibits unnecessary blood from flowing between each other , and it is also forbidden to kill opponents, so it is difficult to gain the upper hand in front of Master Unikenfizerd."

"Master Unicon is very powerful, even if I try my best, I may not be able to defeat him smoothly." Sir Rodriguez nodded in response with a serious expression.

Li Wei pondered, his face looked a little ugly because of hesitation, and the surrounding missionaries stopped making noise, quietly waiting for him to make a final decision. "In that case, Lord Marquis Osiris, you will represent the Kingdom of Arthur in the battle dance arena." He said in an uncertain tone, "I don't want any bloodshed between you and your teacher. ..."

Lord Griffon wanted to choose a more peaceful word to describe failure, but unfortunately it was not easy. Before he could find the word he wanted to use, Marquis Osiris had already shook his head to stop him, his handsome face seemed to be carved out of solid ice Just as ruthless.

"For thousands of years, the battle dance arena has been soaked with the blood of the previous war dancers. Every elf will go all out and show no mercy. Disrespect for those departed heroic spirits." Marquis Osiris' voice was low, but the meaning in his words was as strong as a jagged ice rock. "I must win, so that there will be no flames of war between the Arthur Kingdom and the Elf King's Court, and at the same time, to achieve the fame of Shalafei."

"If you know the truth, Unikenfitzeld should feel lucky!"

When Marquis Osiris delivered his grim victory declaration, the Sunsinger was in the garden on the top floor of the tower where he lived a few kilometers away from the poplar grove.Another secret talk with Elf Elder.

"That despicable bastard was able to act like a hero and had the honor of making sacrifices for the interests of the elves, instead of dying in a corner like a wild dog. My approach is too tolerant." Sun Chanter's His tone seemed a little vicious and vicious, and the remaining anger was still burning in his eyes.

When the Elder Elder frowned, the furrows on his face became deeper, like withered bark, "No matter what, the elves can't lose this round of contest, otherwise we won't be able to explain to the Emerald Dragon King." He sat down On the exquisite seat carved with rose crystal, the veins in the hands holding the Rod of Deloma were exposed, and the knuckles of the fingers were also slightly white due to excessive force. "Singer, are you sure that Unicenfitzeld will fight to the death with the former Crown Prince Lothien according to your arrangement? That is his most beloved disciple. Back then, Unikenfitzeld even He would not hesitate to stand up for him, even stain the Evergreen Tower with blood."

"If it's just the honor of being a war dancer... Bah! Are those lowly bastards worthy of this word?" Sun Chanter smiled viciously, "Don't worry, Your Excellency, at least I never I believe that the wild species will also have some honor. You ask me, can I be sure if Unikenfitzeld has the will to die? I am sure that both of them will die. Luoxien died between the two swords of his Shalafei , and Unicenfitzeld will die later because of the power of violating the contract."

"Singer, you are too arbitrary." Elf Elder raised his head suspiciously, "Since you don't believe in Uniken's honor as a master war dancer, how could you..."

"I believe in the art of soul control." Sun Chanter's answer was frighteningly soft, and the Elf Grand Elder stood up suddenly, his face turning livid. "Singer, Alara! You actually... the soul control technique, that's a sorcery! No, this thing can't go on!"

"It must go on, for the benefit of the high elves, no one can stop me!" The sun chanter roared in a louder voice, "Restore the honor and status of the ancestors, Your Excellency the Great Elder, that can be achieved by sitting here and talking Goal? It has to be done, even if it means getting your hands dirty!"

"This is no longer dirtying your hands, but throwing yourself into the darkness!" The Elf Elder's tone was stern and unrelenting, "The art of soul control is an unforgivable sorcery, and it must be stopped no matter what!"

"If I refuse, what will you do?" Sunsinger narrowed his eyes, the blood that the ancient dragon king gave him gave him golden light swimming in his emerald green eyes.

"Then, as the Elf Elder, I will file a complaint against you to the Elf King!" The Elf Elder slammed the staff of Deloma in his hand, "The Moonwhispering Forest is a holy place, and the gift of peace is an ancient place. Tradition must not be tarnished by magic."

"Then, Your Excellency the Great Elder, as you wish..." Sun Chanter bowed deeply, stroking the golden sunburst badge on his chest with his right hand. "...I'm offended!"

The Elder Elder's calm face suddenly changed drastically, but before he could react, the Sun Chanter spread his arms, and with a series of rapid ancient elf incantations, the defensive magic barrier of the Chanter's Tower opened rapidly, More than ten streaks of golden light soared from all corners of the tower, and then turned downward, interweaving with each other to form a huge light net and covering it down.

A dazzling flash of light shot out from the inconspicuous gray crystal of Droma's Staff, and hit the Sun Chanter's chest straight, but there was no joy on the face of the Elf Elder, "Simulation?" The Elder Elder's mouth creaked, his wrist shook, and the flash of light completely tore apart the phantom clone left by the Sun Chanter, and then pierced straight into the golden light net that shrouded the sky.

The moment the flashing light and the golden light net came into contact with each other, the electric light flashed dazzlingly, like a thunderbolt from the blue sky in the mid-air, the whole tower was shaken, and countless fine dust fell down, but the flashing light disappeared, but the light net was only slightly A meal, and then continue to shroud.

Seeing the golden light wrapping the entire tower garden airtight, the Elf Elder became more relaxed. He leaned on the Roma's staff and sat back on the delicate armchair carved with rose crystal, with the same indignation as before. The opposite smug smile.

"It seems that you have prepared well, Chant, you are indeed... the one I have chosen."

(End of this chapter)