Star Forge Titan

Following the other person's gaze, Alvin noticed that in a sense, he seemed to be flirting with another woman in front of his girlfriend.

"Frei, I caught the assassin."

Without showing any sign of hesitation, the black-haired boy nodded seriously, and at the same time, he let go of his hand as quickly as possible and stepped back three steps to the side, letting the unconscious prisoner fall freely and hit the ground with a "paji".

At this time, there is no time to care about abiding by the Japan-Japan Convention that guarantees the basic human rights of prisoners of war!

The bloodless and tearless Titan descendant thought so.

Chapter 101: Did she confess?

The sun shines down, making people feel lazy and a little tired.

I could hear the sound of water splashing and the noisy laughter and playfulness.

Henifil struggled to open her eyes, only to see a virtuous, beautiful and noble lady walking quietly in the woods.

She arrived at the calm, mirror-like lakeside in a long white dress, sat down gracefully, and gently touched the surface with her slender, white fingers, like green onions. Ripples immediately spread across the clear water, which reflected the sky above.

Small animals can be seen peeking out from place to place, adding a touch of fairytale to the overall atmosphere.

The whole picture is like stepping into an oil painting by a master, so beautiful that it is beyond words.

Perhaps it was because of the shock of such a beautiful scene. As an elf who was naturally very sensitive to "beauty", Henifil couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion even though she was extremely dizzy. Perhaps it was because of the excessive surge of emotion that she felt dizzy.

It would be better if I, as a viewer, was not hanging from a tree.

Ok?

Hanging on...

Hanging from a tree!?!

Boom! ! ! ! !

The sound of water burst, the lake surface exploded, and the beautiful scene was torn to pieces in an instant. A big guy with very little cloth, a strong body, and perfect muscle contours that seemed unreal broke through the waves, holding a slightly trembling live fish in his hand.

"Freya, I touched it!" Alvin smiled like a 200-pound kid with bones of steel (literally).

"Wow, it's a fish!" Afrediya, who was wearing a white dress and looked like an old-school idol, also smiled brightly.

The idiotic and childish conversation between the stupid couple made Hernifel completely return to the cruel, cold and hard reality without any fairy tale atmosphere.

She remembered it all! She remembered everything! She had been caught by a terrifying guy before, and the reason she felt dizzy was because she had been hanging upside down in the tree for too long, causing congestion in her brain.

"Gudong." Honeyfil swallowed subconsciously, and all kinds of horrible thoughts emerged uncontrollably in her mind.

On the other side, two people who seemed to be too relaxed as if they were out camping were circling around the live fish that were forced to travel out of the water.

Ivan raised his hand and patted the plump fish, sending it reeling with a violent, full-body surge of force. With a thud, it vomited its entire skeleton and internal organs. With a snap, Ivan broke off a thick-looking branch and, with a swoosh, easily pierced the still-living fish from mouth to tail.

Although she was just processing the ingredients, Hernifel, who was hanging upside down on the tree, felt her legs tremble.

As a prisoner, my fate will not be the same as this fish, right?

Ahhh, it's so rough, you absolutely shouldn't bite your teeth when doing this kind of thing!

The female elf opened her mouth and closed her eyes, letting out a silent cry from the bottom of her heart. She regretted it immensely at this moment. Why did she usually listen to those obscene jokes written by the bards? Now her mind was full of obscene jokes with herself as the protagonist, and there was a tendency for the content to turn to deeper and darker ones.

Then, Henifil heard footsteps approaching from afar.

The female elf raised her eyelids tremblingly and saw that the person coming was not the big man with very little cloth on his body, but the beautiful and unfamiliar lady. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Why only half a mouthful? Oh, the remaining half barely made it to her throat when, frightened, Henefil swallowed it back. Afrediya slowly approached her captive. With each step, her more humanlike features faded, replaced by more dragon-like characteristics like golden curled horns, golden scales, and a golden tail.

By the time the Demon King came before the female elf, he had transformed into a terrifying dragon-man that looked five parts human and five parts dragon.

Gu! Anyone who hangs out with monsters isn't human after all!

The elf was completely visibly upset, her expression completely resembling the screaming of a famous painting. It was only then that she realized the small animals peeking around weren't simply delighted by the beautiful scenery, but were completely frightened by the dragon's sudden appearance.

Realizing this, the beautiful scenery in front of my eyes, which was like an oil painting by a master, instantly turned into a terrifying scene of hell.

Dragon horns, dragon scales, and a dragon tail—this clearly indicated the presence of a Dragonborn with an absurdly high bloodline concentration. It turned out the entire incident was nothing more than a dispute over interests among Dragonborn, devoid of justice.

Henifel, who had misinterpreted the situation, kept mocking herself. But then again, wasn't she also a fool blinded by profit, trying to use the Dragonborn to achieve her goals?

"Are you going to say it yourself, or do you need some extra help?" The evil dragon looked at the female elf with a smile, and a magical flame as golden as the scales on his body rose in his hand. Occasionally, a few strange pure black flames burst out near the core of the flame.

The atmosphere has become so tense that even if someone came out to tell Honeyfiel that the two people in front of her were actually decent characters from the red side, I think she would definitely not believe it.

Of course, Afrediya acted this way to scare the other party. It would be good if there was less bloodshed, so everyone would save trouble.

"..." Henifil bit her lips, her cheeks flushed red as if from being hung upside down for too long or from being too angry.

The Seven-String Musician was the best archer in the Great Wilderness Forest and one of the strongest assassins. Having been worthy of such an inheritance, she naturally harbored a sense of pride. She would not easily admit defeat, much less violate the professional ethics that befitted her millennia-old legacy.

Come on, isn't it just torture? Let me show you the noble character of the elves!

Gathering her courage, Henefiel stared at Afrediya with wide eyes, but her body trembled uncontrollably. She had important things to accomplish, and dying quietly in the woods was simply unacceptable.

The contradictory mentality made the female elf fall into a vortex of strong negative emotions and couldn't extricate herself for a long time.

The Demon King sighed and shook his head. Then, Henefiel was stunned to see the Dragonborn before her retract his demonic fire. Instead of torturing her with bloody and cruel punishments, he even stepped aside.

Wait, wait, could it be that the barbarian with very little cloth on his body was the one who actually did it?

Eh, isn't it torture with knives and whips, but with sticks?!

The female elf twisted her body vigorously, looking like an overly excited maggot, and her face was so red that it was almost bleeding.

Then she saw the big barbarian coming over with a grilled fish that gave off a rich aroma.

Beheading meal!

Nouns with similar concepts instantly popped up in Henifil's mind.

Thinking of this, she immediately struggled even harder, but the rope didn't loosen up in some way, and it became tighter and tighter, causing her skin to hurt so much that she almost cried out.

However, the grilled fish was not handed to the captives who needed their last meal, but instead all went into the mouth of the evil dragon who was rubbing his hands in wait.

Not even a meal before execution? What a cruel, cold-blooded, tyrannical and merciless existence!

"Did she say that?"

"Don't want to speak?"

"That's unreasonable. It's just an employment relationship. It's totally unnecessary, right?"

Ivan looked puzzled, but soon gave up trying to find out more.

"Forget it, it's just a little more effort."

Cost, effort? In what aspects?

Before the strange picture could form in Henifil's mind, she saw the barbarian standing in front of her and making a strange gesture.

A strange light flashed, and the female elf's thinking immediately slowed down. Her brain was instantly filled with a lot of strange noises, as if a vibrating tuning fork was inserted into it.

Sound and light—these two elements made it impossible for Hernifel to think. Instead, many images that had been hidden deep in her memory naturally surfaced, and she spoke out the whole story like a bamboo tube pouring out beans.

In just a short moment, what could Alvin do? What did Alvin do?

For a Sky Warrior whose realm surpassed that of a Grandmaster, his fists could interfere with not only physical entities like earth, fire, water, and wind, but even the enemy's mind and thoughts. Combining this with what he had read in psychology books in his previous life, he attempted a new, stationary punch, using shifting flashes of light and highly targeted sounds as a medium.

Judging by the results, the effect was outstanding! Astonishing! Even though the female elf's eyes rolled back and she foamed at the mouth, she still managed to get everything she needed to say out loud.

This move, this move is called Phantom Demon 0 Punch!

Chapter 102 Successfully Blended In

Facts have proven that it is better not to conduct human experiments lightly on new technologies that have not been fully verified.

"Aba aba ababa baba!" The female elf made a strange sound, her eyes as pure as a newborn baby.

Crystal clear - saliva flowed from her mouth like a waterfall. Not only her eyes, but even her behavior had completely become like that of a baby!

Originally, considering that the other party was an assassin accustomed to killing, he must have been prepared to be killed, so he planned to "torture" the information out of the victim and then hand it over to the victim for processing, or simply abandon him and let the forest deal with it. However, doing so now will make people feel a little guilty.

Moreover, judging by the interrogation, this guy was actually a novice on her first mission. It was hard to imagine that before becoming a seven-string musician, she was just an ordinary elf, but she was the kind of obedient student who practiced hard in seclusion after receiving the inheritance.

"So cunning, worthy of being an immortal." Afrediya sighed in confusion. Although the words sounded incoherent, Alvin immediately understood the deep meaning of his girlfriend's words.

Having been a demon king for two years, Afrediya's political wisdom, although not world-shattering, is at least above average. After obtaining enough intelligence and looking at the overall situation, it is clear to her what these elves are thinking.

The other party clearly had no intention of getting deeply involved in the internal disputes of the Dragonborn, and they were unwilling to offend either side, so they simply sent a rookie over. This way, whether they succeeded or failed, they could provide a superficially plausible excuse.

While the elves who possessed the legacy of the Seven-Stringed Musicians excelled at long-range sniping, they weren't exactly mercenary assassins. The Wood Elves hadn't stooped to that level, and even when they did, it was often based on some sort of exchange of interests, such as protecting the Great Wilderness Forest, which certainly fit their environmentalist bent.

"So, what should we do with this guy?" Afrediya put down the fish bones that were so clean that not even a trace of flesh could be seen. She looked a little worried. It was unclear whether it was because she had finished her food or she was worried about what to do with the prisoner.

"We don't know the other party's sphere of influence yet. Handing her over directly to the patrol might alert the person behind the scenes, so let's keep her under guard for the time being."

Looking at the female elf who was imitating the bunny's hopping, Alvin was quite helpless, but fortunately they had a strong support team.

They activated [Reshape the World] and built a hot air balloon using local materials. Together, they tied up the female elf and hung her underneath, then watched the balloon gradually rise with the cursing elf hanging from it.

During this time, Afrediya was also busy. She had crafted a small device that could emit specific magical fluctuations. According to their agreement before their separation, the Traveler airship would detect the relevant fluctuations and retrieve the hot air balloon and the captives. This information was to be sent to Heidi and the cats and bugs in the form of a letter hung around the female elf's neck. Although the latter refused to cooperate, it was obviously useless.

"It should be okay, right?" Looking at the figure twisting violently like a maggot, Afrediya's expression inevitably looked a little strange.

"Of course there's no problem. You have to trust my craftsmanship." The Titan descendant spoke again without blood or tears.

Just as the two were making hot air balloons and magic devices, the unreliable new boxing technique that Alvin had spent five minutes thinking of finally failed. The female elf, who had come to her senses, strongly opposed this way of handling the situation, but as a captive she had no veto power, and in the end she was sent to the sky cursing.

"Next, let's go to the so-called Xipan Wrestling Arena." Alvin learned from the female elf that the group of dragonborn who attempted to seize power called themselves the "Glorious Nobles". They also had a fixed gathering place in the forest city of Viena, which was a special arena where Xipan wrestling was held regularly.

"Okay, but what exactly is Xipan wrestling? It sounds like some kind of sport?" Afrediya asked curiously. Her knowledge of the Great Wilderness Forest was limited to books, and she was not particularly familiar with the local customs.

"Almost the same, but much more violent than ordinary sports. It's closer to gladiatorial performances, and the form and style are even more primitive." After thinking about it, Alvin began to narrate the part he knew.

Xipan wrestling is a traditional sport unique to the Great Wilderness Forest. It originated from conflicts between tribes over water sources. To minimize losses on both sides and prevent third parties from taking advantage, the bloody fights were replaced with a specialized form of wrestling.

At that time, the two participants will enter a specially designated circular area and then compete with their bare hands in strength and skills. The party whose back touches the ground or is thrown out of the designated area will be deemed the loser.

Beyond that, there aren't many detailed rules, which often leads to extremely bloody encounters. Even without weapons, hand-to-hand combat can be brutal and dangerous.

After knowing the location, the journey to the wrestling arena went smoothly. As for how to gain admission, Afrediya only needed to glance at her. The powerful dragon's might was enough to make even an ordinary dragonborn kneel unconsciously.

This display was naturally immediately welcomed with open arms. The local Dragonborn even thought it was the arrival of a second-generation or even first-generation half-blooded Dragonborn of extremely pure blood. To some extent, their judgment was not wrong.

He feigned arrogance and dismissed the arena manager, who immediately bowed and knelt before exiting. Ivan and Afrediya exchanged glances and shook their heads, clearly disdainful of these Dragonborn's flattery.

Considering that everyone had not yet gathered, the big shots who really knew the internal situation of the "Glorious Nobles" would definitely not arrive in advance, so they did not take action immediately.

I imagine that upon hearing the news of the arrival of a high-blooded dragonborn, the members of the "Glorious Nobles" in the forest city of Viena will definitely take action. Whether it's to win over the suspects, or simply observe, they will at least send someone of sufficient weight to make an appearance.

By then, with the ancient dragon's bloodline suppressing ordinary dragonborn, Afrediya wouldn't even need any other means to obtain sufficient intelligence from them. Then, no matter how the dragon clan planned to deal with the Great Wild Forest dragonborn, they would have sufficient information to support it.

Earlier, the Demon King had sent word to the dragon clan. Considering the lazy nature of most common dragons and their scattered residences, coupled with the spatial barrier between the material world and the upper planes, it would take at least a week for them to respond.

It seems that these two will probably have to deal with it first.

"The resources here in the Great Wild Forest are indeed abundant." Afrediya couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the exaggerated variety of seasonal fruits in the fruit plate.

Compared to the barren land of Elrond, the Great Wild Forest was extremely rich in various products. Even if the locals did not farm, they could still ensure the most basic needs of life by relying solely on gathering and hunting.

It is precisely because of this that the civilization of the various tribes in the Great Wilderness Forest lags far behind other places, and the overall establishment of a country is a new thing that has only happened in the past hundred years.

At the same time, in order to please the big shot who suddenly appeared, the arena has started the game early.

However, the wrestling behavior below, which was like rolling in the mud, was really boring to watch.

In Afrediya's words, the Wild Hunt rides in any of Elrond's countryside during harvest time were more exciting than this.

Chapter 103: Inside the Arena

The nobles of honor are a group of extremely vain guys.

Even their own people agree with this and don't think there is anything wrong with it.

After all, the power of the Dragonborn is innate, as if God destined them to be superior to others. What could make people more proud than this?

David Morgan, the seventh-generation Dragonborn half-blood and director of the Xipan Wrestling Club, understood this very well. However, he was also very clear about another thing: a Dragonborn like himself, whose bloodline was shallow, was practically no different from an ordinary person, and even less so to the noble-blooded adults.

It is precisely because of this clear understanding that David Morgan can always win the favor of the bigwigs who come here to play, thus maintaining his current position which is not as good as the best but more than enough than the worst.

But today, when this person came, he felt uneasy even though he went out to greet him in person.

The man was dressed in simple and elegant clothes, and wore a pair of curved horns on his head, which were dark at the base and pointed at the ends, emitting a dazzling golden gradient.

Apart from that, there isn't even a hint of dragonborn characteristics.