"Your Majesty Kilgaru, why are you admitting defeat, it's clear that that dark elf is no longer good."

After the contest with Audrey, the onlookers flocked to the "winner", and Marosas asked Kilgaru with a hint of confusion and dissatisfaction.

"It's really worthy of Marosas, you can also see it, the body of the dark elf princess can no longer support it, and if she continues to fight, it may cause incalculable damage, but her personality is so strong, so I can only admit defeat."

Kilgaru's voice seemed unconcerned, and he waved his hand to Marosas beside him.

"Gone, Malothas."

"Your Majesty Kilgaru, you are really merciful, and you can clearly let those dark elves see your unparalleled power."

Marosas admired his lord's decision on the one hand, and felt pity on the other hand for his kindness.

"Marosas, although the dark elves hide in the forest all year round and don't care about the world, but you can also see that they still have considerable combat power, as a kingdom that lives together on this continent, if we can become allies with them, it should also be of a lot of help to us, and the current concession is to prepare for the future march."

There seemed to be a glint in Kilgaru's hollow eyes. During the time I was the king of a country, my desire to return to the original world changed somewhat, and I thought that it would be nice to stay here forever.

Deeply bonded with his loyal men, he was still looking for a way home, but he was less desperate, and the desire to make his kingdom strong was now burning in Kilgaru's heart.

Whether the desire to return home or the desire to strengthen the kingdom is more important, even Kirgaru himself may not be able to tell.

"I see, sure enough, Your Majesty's ambition is in the whole world, and I, Marosas, will always follow you!"

Marosas's voice grew excited.

If it had been before, Kilgaru might have panicked and denied it, but at the moment he was just silent, which means that he also has a trace of interest in the apex of this world.

"Wait a minute, outsider!"

Just as Kilgaru and Marosas were about to leave, a thin, weak-sounding voice came from behind. Audrey, with Afilro's hand, pushed her way through the crowd and walked in front of Kilgaru.

"Why throw in the towel! Are you looking down on me? ”

Audèra's cheeks flushed, and it was clear that Kilgaru was angry at her deliberate attempt to throw in the towel. The dark elves, who didn't understand what their princess was talking about, showed puzzled expressions.

"Because you're strong! Sometimes it is more important to admit your defeat than to be strong, and the truly strong are not always undefeated, but defeated and fought again. ”

Kilgaru turned to look at the dark elf princess in front of him, and said calmly with eyes like the surface of a lake that shimmered in the moonlight.

Audrey thought back to her reckless behavior just now, and lowered her head in understanding.

"So although I lost to you this time, I will definitely win next time! Lost, Your Highness the Princess! ”

Kirgaru saluted Audrey in a gentlemanly manner, and the surrounding Dark Elves began to whisper. In order to protect women's self-esteem, they are willing to bear misunderstandings, which may be the generosity of being a man.

Kilgaru turned away rather handsomely, and at that moment, there was a slight excitement in his heart. I didn't expect that I could say such philosophical words, I was really handsome!

"Kilgaru! You must compete with me again next time, and we will make up our minds! My name is Audella, so I have to remember! ”

Audrey looked at Kilgaru as he slowly walked away, and suddenly felt his back as tall as an emperor. So, she shouted in anticipation, and this time instead of calling Kirgaru an outsider, she called him by name.

"Understood!"

Kilgaru stretched out his hand and waved, and continued to walk forward without looking back, eventually disappearing from Audella's sight.

"Kilgaru, what an unusual monster."

Afilo couldn't help but sigh.

"yes."

Audrey nodded in agreement, not knowing if it was due to weakness, her purple-red cheeks flushed.

However, the two of them did not know that the next time they fulfilled their promise to fight again under the warm forest and beautiful fluorescent flowers, it would be a brutal battle for their lives.

What was about to happen in a few hours changed the fate of everyone in this forest.

When Kilgaru and Marosas returned to their residence, the Dark Elf prince Jegoral was already waiting for them inside.

"Your Majesty Kilgaru, the scenery of our country is not bad."

Upon seeing Kilgaru, Jegoral smiled kindly.

"Your Royal Highness, why are you here, are you already busy with your business?"

"Well, it's over, and I came here for a good thing to tell you, that is, my father has agreed to lend you the holy spring water, please come with me."

Gegolal made another "please" gesture.

"Really, really? Thank you so much! ”

I didn't expect to be able to get the Holy Spring Water so easily, and things went smoothly for Kilgaru to wonder if he was dreaming. Getting the spring water meant that Nina was saved, and Kilgaru couldn't wait to follow Jegolal out.

Gegoral took Kilgaru and Marosas to the palace, which was in fact a wooden house built on a book. He stopped at a door, nodded and smiled at Kilgaru.

"His Majesty is inside."

"I'm sorry for your trouble, Your Highness the Prince."

Kilgaru thanked Jegolal and pushed the door in.

At the back of the room, which was about ten meters long, was a throne made of glowing plants and wood, on which Israel, the king of the Dark Elves, sat high, his gaze level ahead, his grim face like a wax statue, and even when he saw Kilgaru entering the room, he did not change in any way.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty the King of the Forest of Xiulivon, I am Kilgaru, and he is my subordinate Marosas."

Kilgaru politely introduced himself to Israel, but he was met with a dead silence like the depths of the sea.

"Your Majesty?"

Kilgaru tentatively took a few more steps forward, and then the Dark Elf King sat there motionless.

At this moment, a sense of foreboding arose in Kilgaru's heart, and he hurried to the front of the Dark Elf King, and sure enough, Israel was dead, with a fatal penetrating wound to his chest.

At this moment, the door behind him was opened again, and a large number of dark elf soldiers rushed in.

"Oh no, we've been tricked!"

Kilgaru's always calm tone finally made waves.