adventurers in the sewers

Chapter 87 Erisil's Abilities (Fifth Update)

"Erihil————"

Louis never expected that he would see that unforgettable figure again on this occasion.

However, because he and Dina and the others were squeezed into the crowd of spectators, the third hero did not notice them.

Her sky-blue eyes were fixed on Tiga in the ring.

"Miss Tiga, right? Your uncle told me about your strength. I believe you are a once-in-a-century powerhouse in the orc tribe."

With a slight smile, Erihill said in a gentle tone, "Excuse my intrusion, but please give me a moment to explain my purpose."

"My name is Erisil Lortheran, and I sincerely invite you to join my party."

Tija frowned, looking somewhat bewildered by the sudden turn of events.

The middle-aged black panther beastman said in the tone of an elder, "Tiga, quickly accept the First Princess's invitation. You may not know this, but this noble princess is the third hero among humans of this generation."

"Uncle, I went to negotiate with the city lord of Blackrock City as soon as possible, and after many twists and turns, I finally met Her Highness the First Princess. Please don't let my efforts be in vain."

As the middle-aged black panther orc revealed Erisil's identity, the surrounding orcs were either shocked or whispering among themselves.

The hero's fame extends far beyond humanity.

Even though races such as elves, orcs, and dwarves may produce exceptional individuals, they are far inferior to human heroes in both quality and quantity.

Throughout history, heroes have passed through the territories of other races on their journeys to vanquish the demons, leaving behind many beautiful legends.

A hero's warm invitation is something every orc warrior can be proud of.

Many young and strong orcs looked at Tiga with complicated expressions.

Many of them understood that the current chieftain was doing this with malicious intent in order to remove Tija from the core power structure of the Frostclaw tribe.

But the bait he threw out was indeed so big and tempting that it was impossible to utter a word of criticism.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the current clan leader is kind and honest and treats the orphans of the former clan leader well.

However, even after understanding Erisil's identity, Tiga's brow did not relax in the slightest.

She looked at her uncle with her bright, deep green eyes and said coldly, "There are suspicious circumstances surrounding my father's death. I will not leave the tribe until all of this is clarified!"

"Furthermore, I will not wholeheartedly follow a human just because of the title of a mere hero. If you want to gain my approval, you must first defeat me."

The middle-aged black panther beastman's gaze darkened, and he rebuked, "Tiga, you've gone too far—"

But before he could finish speaking, Erisil raised her hand to stop him from saying anything more.

"Chief Morgang, Miss Tiga's request is reasonable."

She strode onto the ring and stood opposite Tiga, saying solemnly, "I don't know the cause of your father's death, but I believe my strength is worthy of your approval. Would you like to rest for a while before the match?"

Louis and the others were greatly encouraged.

The battle between the Third Hero and the Orc hero units is definitely worth watching.

Did Erisil skip the process of asking Tiga if she accepted the battle and just force a fight? That's quite domineering of hers.

Tiga didn't speak, but instead focused her gaze on Erisil's silver armor.

Although the main color of this plate armor is silver, its surface faintly shimmers with the light of runes, clearly indicating that it is an extraordinary piece of equipment forged by a master craftsman.

In the real world, there are no level restrictions on the equipment you wear. With high-level armor, even a level 1 professional might not be able to break through the defense.

Noticing Tiga's gaze, Erisil didn't say anything and immediately removed her armor.

The heavy plate armor thudded to the ground, leaving the First Princess in only a linen-colored close-fitting shirt. Although the shirt tightly wrapped her body, it still revealed her breathtakingly beautiful figure.

Erisil even threw her sword aside and walked towards Tiga with her hands empty, saying earnestly as she walked, "Isn't this fair?"

"Miss Tiga, we can begin now. I hope you won't hold back in the battle, or I'll be very disappointed—"

As she finished speaking, she had already walked to within half a meter of Tija, completely unguarded.

Tiga certainly didn't let her off easy. Once Erisil was within her attack range, she didn't hesitate to unleash a powerful hand chop that ended one of her cousins ​​after another.

*Pfft*

There was another sharp, tearing sound, as the claws instantly pierced through Erisil's body, exiting from her back, and a large amount of blood instantly soaked her shirt.

This scene completely stunned Louis and his companions, who were preparing to witness a fierce battle.

Was the Third Hero instantly killed?

Some people on the field reacted even faster than them. Upon seeing this, the current chieftain, Morgang, nearly bulged his leopard eyes in shock and fear, roaring, "Tiga! What have you done! How dare you—you dare to injure the First Princess! Do you want to completely destroy my Frostclaw tribe?!"

As he spoke, he strode towards the arena, raising his massive beast claws as if preparing to smash Tiga's head with a single blow.

However, before Morgang could finish speaking, Erishir's gentle voice rang out: "Clan Chief Morgang, step down."

Mo Ergang paused, then quickly looked at Erishir.

Then the princess looked at Tija with satisfaction: "The power of this attack should have exceeded the 20-point power limit that a level one professional should have. I acknowledge your power."

She reached out and grabbed Tiga's arm, slowly pulling it out of her body.

As Tiga's tiger claws left his body, the terrifying penetrating wound in Erisil's abdomen healed at an incredibly fast speed.

Almost the instant the tiger claws completely left her body, she was fully recovered, revealing her fair and flat abdomen.

Louis stared intently at the scene, and couldn't help but speculate about Erisil's abilities, or rather, her class-specific talents.

Is it super-fast regeneration, or some other talent that possesses regenerative effects?

"The power is enough, but the accuracy is a bit lacking."

Erisil held Tiga's hand and smiled, "You should aim for my heart or my head. Didn't I tell you? Don't hold back."

Tija was taken aback at first, then her eyes sharpened.

"it is good."

She spoke seriously, and her other tiger claw shot out like lightning, heading straight for Erihil's eye socket.

To everyone's surprise, despite Tiga's attack speed and power exceeding the limits of a level 1 professional, she was not the fastest one on the stage.

To the onlookers, it was just a blur; the moment they heard Tiga say "okay," Tiga's figure was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into dozens of orc warriors watching the battle.

Standing still, Erihill slowly withdrew her arm, which had suffered a ruptured tendon and was bleeding profusely due to excessive force.

A scratch near her eye, which had nearly blinded her, was now rapidly healing along with the injury on her arm.

"Tiga, your attacks are faster than Alwin's. He can't hurt me when I use my full strength."

"I'm increasingly considering recruiting you as a teammate—can you still fight?"

Erisil stuck out her pink tongue, licked the blood that had slid down from the corner of her eye, and asked with a smile.