Real elves vs fake elves

When the arena became the largest public entertainment activity in Lothern, Aenarion began to remove his vests in the arena one by one.

This so-called "undefeated knight with consecutive wins" is only his last vest in this arena. The relevant character is an old man who is trapped in an airtight can and uses all kinds of means to the extreme.

Speaking of which, there are very few people who like Aenarion's aliases. It is probably because they are covered so tightly that even the eyes are almost invisible.

Just as he was thinking about how to officially end this game, Aenarion saw the female mage stretch out her hand towards him, with her palm facing him.

What do you mean?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Aenarion was surprised to find that the armor he was wearing made a "squeaking" sound, as if it was being crushed by a powerful force.

This……

Is magic so useful?

"If it hurts, just scream. Don't bear it. I'm afraid I might accidentally crush you to death."

Nellos spoke, his voice was quite pleasant.

"Where is your king? I heard that the arena champion will be awarded by your king himself?"

"Hurry up, hurry up, I'm in a hurry. Do you know how amazing it is for a mage to waste time casually?"

Aenarion: "..."

Dark skin.

White hair.

Red eyes.

He thought of a race.

Aenarion: "You are... a Deepborn?"

Nellos was stunned, obviously not expecting the other party to say this.

Just as the wizard was stunned, Aenarion suddenly waved his hand, and three daggers flew towards Nelos in a V-shape. The attack was sharp and fierce, and there was a faint sound of breaking through the air, which showed how fierce the attack was.

But the three daggers suddenly mutated when they were about three meters away from Nelos. One dagger turned into a large group of flying petals, one turned into a long snake, and one turned into a butterfly.

All in all, none of them posed any threat to Neros.

"What a powerful transformation spell!"

A compliment came from nowhere.

Nelos was surprised to find that the knight was no longer within his field of vision.

"Something."

With a slight smile, Nelos instantly disappeared from the spot.

Unlike Aenarion who disappeared at a speed that broke the limit of human vision, Nelos used an illusion spell with astonishing attainments.

But the next second after Nellos disappeared from the spot, she had to reveal herself.

The blade of a giant sword was only 20 centimeters away from her head. Nelos used a staff made of neither gold nor wood to hold the sword firmly, but he was unable to push the sword away directly.

"Interesting, my footsteps should be almost perfect.

All should disappear."

Aenarion: "As you say, 'almost entirely gone.'"

Nellos laughed again: "You are very interesting, boy."

As he spoke, supernatural flashes began to appear in Nellos's hands. This was the terrifying power of magic, an extraordinary force that could be mastered by mortals.

Aenarion: "To prevent you from using magic that is beyond your control, I will attack you with such force that you will not have time to breathe."

Neros: "Why do some idiots always think that mages have poor melee skills? Do you really think you are better than me in melee, kid?"

Aenarion said nothing, but drew out a rapier and stabbed it at Neroth's chest without hesitation.

This was an attack that left no room for retreat, an unstoppable attack filled with murderous intent.

Nelos waved his staff, and the two sides immediately engaged in a ping-pong battle. The fighting power of these two elves was too amazing. In the absence of magical powers such as "sword energy and fighting spirit", these two monsters actually created a whirlwind like a small tornado in the entire arena with only muscle strength, even though there was no such thing as "sword energy" or "fighting energy".

Absolute speed, absolute strength, and terrifying power that reaches the limit of a warrior. The well-trained muscles in this world are stronger than steel!

boom!

After a loud bang, the two of them simultaneously stopped their terrifying tidal-like attacks.

At this moment, two deep gullies suddenly appeared on the arena.

On one side of the ravine was Aenarion.

On the other side, there is Nellos.

Nellos: "Tsk, boy, your weapon is no good."

Aenarion casually threw away the two broken iron swords in his hands and said, "I have been concerned about this problem for a long time. It sounds like you have an idea?"

Nellos smiled proudly upon hearing this: "I don't just have a clue, I have a lot of clues!"

"But why should I tell you? Why should I allow a little bastard the possibility of having a fighting ability that exceeds mine?"

Aenarion glanced at Neros for a few seconds, remained silent for a while, and suddenly started a new topic in a very jumpy way: "Are you Neros?"

Nellos: "Huh, I didn't expect that even people in this small country place would know my name?"

"But this is only natural. As the greatest wizard in the history of the Deep Race, you should be respected by everyone."

Aenarion: "What is your purpose here?"

Nellos: "A nobody like you doesn't need to know about this. I will only talk to your king."

But you have been talking to me till now...

Having played the game many times, Aenarion, who knew the temperament and character of this guy named "Nelos" clearly, had no intention of arguing. As the saying goes, a stubborn donkey is easily offended by its fur, and when dealing with such a "proud" character, all you have to do is "right, right, right".

Arrogant but not spoiled, a background board, few roles, strong ability, a pure tool.

Even tsundere characters have become obsolete, let alone a character who is arrogant but not spoiled?

Besides, the mature lady type of tsundere looks weird in itself. Isn’t twin ponytails the standard feature of a tsundere?

Raising his right hand, Aenarion looked around the audience.

"I give up. My weapon is broken and I can't continue fighting."

This simple paragraph was met with boos. The audience here just wanted to watch the fun and see rivers of blood. It was the standard thing where people pointed at blood and shouted for holy water in battle.

Ignoring the boos, Aenarion turned and walked towards the lounge, complaining in his mind as he walked.

If the wizard wasn't a wizard, this armor would have been crushed into a piece by Nelos. If it weren't for his amazing brute strength, he wouldn't be able to walk, let alone move.

Not far away, Nelos looked at Aenarion's back and kept complaining.

Is this kid's brute strength really what an elf should have?

If I hadn't pressed his armor into a piece to hold him and limit his strength and speed, I would have been beaten to death here.

Chapter 73 The Riddler Has No House

On her first day in Lothern, Nellos won the honor of the arena champion. This small award naturally did not make her feel excited or happy.

Given her status, the title even seemed a little ridiculous.

She even believed that being awarded the title of champion by this arena was the highest honor in this rural area.

At least that's what she thought.

Standing on the high podium, the lowly people being the center of attention did not make her feel strange at all. It was not until the light-born lord in cheap clothes walked up to her that the woman showed a slightly strange expression.

The strangeness turned into curiosity, and the curiosity disappeared in an instant.

Nellos obviously wanted to ask something, but she just didn't want to ask!

Not only did he not ask, he also pretended that he had everything under control.

"It's you? I didn't expect to meet a Lightborn who isn't such a loser!"

"Of course this is only natural. After all, you are the 'Ancient Light Descendant'."

After revealing the other person's identity right away, it is natural that one wants to enjoy a series of shocks from the other person.

But she was disappointed after all. Aenarion's expression did not change even a little bit because of her words.

Aenarion was not surprised at all that Neros recognized him as the guy who fried fish in the arena. Instead, he thought it was natural.

of course.

This is Nelos.

Even her saying the name "Ancient Light Descendant" seemed natural.

It's such an old thing, it would be strange if someone didn't know how old it is.

Besides, I am not a descendant of ancient light.

"This time, the prize for the arena is a scepter, a replica of the Judge. Congratulations, Miss Neros."

Neros smiled proudly, then looked at the cat-man who came up with the scepter.

"This is your prize, Mr. Champion," the cat-man said humbly.

The cat-man was named Grandet. He was a cooper before. After Aenarion discovered his talent in business, he was appointed as the manager of the Colosseum.

This cat is quite neat, and although it has not been in operation for a long time, with the help of various marketing and commercial means, it has brought considerable profits to the arena.

Now Maomao has been rewarded by Aenarion as a shareholder of the arena.

However, after seeing the cat-man holding the prize coming forward, Nelos actually deliberately put on an extremely exaggerated expression and made a pretentious high-pitched voice.

"Oh my god! This thing can actually talk!"

A vein on Grandet's forehead twitched, but because he was not a hairless cat, no one else noticed.

Aenarion's expression remained unchanged, as if what Neroth said was just an ordinary sentence.

Tyri, who was beside Aenarion, had a changed expression, and her face became so gloomy that it looked as if water was about to drip out of it.

A qualified elf would definitely be able to hear the hidden meaning behind Nelos' words.

Is it because the master himself has a lowly status to let a low-level creature servant do things, or is it because he looks down on the dignity of the guest?

Just as Tali was thinking about how to respond to this guy in a harsh way, Aenarion spoke first.

"Are the Deep People who were expelled by the Light People also using this trick? It turns out that this is not the point of disagreement between you and the Light People."

"It seems that there is no essential difference between the two of you."

The affected performance was resolved in a second. As the saying goes, when scolding someone, one should expose their weaknesses; when hitting a snake, one should strike at its weakest part.

Upon hearing this, Nelos narrowed her eyes slightly, and a faint sense of danger emanated from her.

"Do you know what you are talking about, kid?"

Aenarion: "Of course I know. There is an abandoned wizard tower on the edge of Lothern. I can give you that place, but I will not give you any support, because you will not give me any support beyond the terms of the agreement."

"I advise you not to go to the Guimu Witch's laboratory. I know that woman stole your notes, but Guimu's laboratory was built on the basis of the Slan Demon's biological laboratory. Without the beacon, you can't enter that space crack."

"Of course, if you're not afraid that Youjie will decide to force your way in, I have no objection."

"As for why there is a Slan Demon laboratory in the Elf Forest, we can only blame the space explosion that occurred after the Lightborn completely defeated the Slan Demon."

"Do you have anything else to add?"

Neros: “…”

Fortunately, this dark-skinned elf has thousands of years of self-control, so his expression did not show any rude changes.

Aenarion knew all her needs as if he had foreseen them, and gave corresponding answers, setting all the conditions for cooperation without her saying a word.

To put it bluntly, it was a show of power just for her to see.

She had always treated others like this in the past, but now someone was using this method to intimidate her...

What a fucking character!

With his hand tightly grasping the staff, his facial expression did not change at all. Nellos's mind was now full of thoughts on how to get back at his former self.

"The above is what I need to pay. Now I am stating my demands according to the treaty."

"You need to train three magic apprentices for me."