The style of elven stabbing swordsmanship is distinctive, as gorgeous and light as a dance, but it is by no means a useless flower fist embroidered leg, which contains a very dangerous and murderous intention.

Dominic is clearly a master of this art, and his swordsmanship is full of many movements that can barely be reproduced with human flexibility. In the face of the extraordinary change of sword into whip, he also responded with an extraordinary body.

The stabbing sword was slender and unbearable, but looking at the size of the wheat grain, the fiery and bright fighting spirit was clear and pure to the extreme. Richard could conclude that it would be no more difficult for the sword to pierce through three layers of heavy armor than it was to pierce a piece of window paper.

But the entire set of source blood armor on Dracula's body suddenly split into parts, and smashed into Dominic's head and face.

No matter how clever he is, there is no way to dodge in the face of the entire set of smashed armor from close distance.

In fact, in a hurry, the power of this trick "Armor Removal Dafa" is very limited, after all, Dracula's blood energy is not endless, and it is inconvenient to play too much or too little blood.

Just a big guy doesn't necessarily take care of things, like this, if you smash it out and smash it out dozens of pounds at once without charging, the effect can only be said to be better than nothing. If you change to a human swordsman who can resist beating, there is a chance that you won't be able to produce much effect, and you may be taken advantage of by your opponent to fight back.

However, the slender body characteristics of the elves determine that they can only take the light and fast route, and it is impossible to take the same time as rough skin and thick flesh. Even a good player like Dominic would find it difficult to break through the limitations of the race itself.

He only had time to make a movement to retract his sword and return to defense, his forehead was already firmly knotted, and his eyes instantly became sloppy. The whole person fluttered backwards like a fallen leaf, and then slammed it to the ground.

A strong man from the mountain fort swarmed up and pressed him with his hands behind his back and face down on the cold ground.

This thing is quite tough, and the three or five strong men who are desperately struggling can barely hold it down, and it is hard to imagine that there are such good men among the elves who are famous for their delicateness.

"How is that possible!" the little white-faced elf prince screamed as if he were killing a chicken.

"Your Royal Highness, I said that if I broke your legs, I would be able to do it. Lord Lordship shrugged his shoulders and smiled unusually kindly, "Don't say that I don't respect the guests, which leg do you want to break first?"

Richard was not surprised by this result at all, since getting the spatial ring that could hold living creatures, Dracula's strength has doubled compared to before—it is a qualitative change.

The abundant supply of source blood has brought a variety of playing styles, and it is normal to suffer losses for the first time.

If the two sides are familiar with each other, the fight may be another outcome. But this is not a child's play, losing is winning or losing, where are there so many ifs.

"I'm a foreign envoy, you can't touch me!"

The warriors of Alpine Fort had already moved, and they thought they were restrained, but the Forest Elf Ranger was still being defeated as quickly as a soldering iron burning butter. The little white face that was still in high spirits just now was carried in the hands of a Shire warrior, like a chicken.

"Richard, forget it. Anne tugged at Richard's sleeve slightly, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito, "After all, he is the prince of the elven kingdom, and there will be trouble if he makes a big fuss." ”

"The prince of bullshit, a wild elf that came out of a ravine. The lord stretched out his hand and scratched Anne's nose, "The elven kingdom is still not a word, and he's a bird." ”

"Actually...... There's no need to do it for me. The sweetness in the half-elf's tone could kill a honey-loving brown bear.

"Can you be sober?" Richard rolled his eyes and said stiffly, "What is it for you, Lao Tzu is obviously for the dignity of Gaoshan Fort!"

The lord's good face is almost known to everyone, and there is a sudden echo around him.

The majestic Shire warrior raises his wrist-thick beech stick, and the next moment it will collide with his leg bones, and the result will be self-evident.

Seeing that it was inevitable, the elven prince did not continue to beg for mercy like a soft egg.

"Say your name!" If the resentment is weighty, this little white face can crush the Lord of Alpine Fort to death with just his eyes, "Philidheim will always remember this shame!"

"Lord of Alpine Castle, Marquis of the Pompeii Empire and Guardian of the Wilderness, Eagle Knight, Dragon Slayer, Titan Terminator, Captain of the Ripper Legion......" Dracula sneered at the corner of his mouth, "This list can be extended if needed." ”

"My name is Richard, I remember clearly, don't find the wrong person. The lord winked at him and snapped his fingers.

"Wait until the Titans come back to earth! You lowly monkeys! will pay for the blood...... Ahh

A sharp scream resounded through the sky.

A moment later, there was another sound.

Richard was stunned for a moment, and then walked away with a sneer.

"How's it going?" asked the fat old man without looking up when he returned to Du Peng's house.

Sinclair had woken up, sitting on a lap chair with his knees crossed, his eyes empty, not knowing what he was thinking.

"A prince who claims to have come from the kingdom of elves. Lord Lord shrugged, "Seeing the undead, the most stubborn elves actually have a day when they abandon their training and jointly build a country, and it is really a living sun coming out of the west." ”

"I seem to have heard a little bit of wind about this, but I didn't expect it to happen. Dupon handed Sinclair a plate of biscuits, and the latter was stunned, "But this should be a good thing, after all, in the face of possible future invasions, elves are also human comrades-in-arms." ”

"Not necessarily. Richard beckoned an elven maid and told her to take the others back first.

Some words are not suitable for too many people to hear, even if they know the roots.

"You mean?"

Richard pursed his lips and shook his head, his face slightly solemn, "Master, you should know. In the Age of Titans, elves were the darlings of the Titans, and their status was many times higher than that of humans. ”

"So what?"

"Compared to today's situation of living in the deep mountains and old forests, hiding from the human slave hunters, they must be very nostalgic for the days when they were held in the palm of their hands by the Titans. Lord Lord shrugged lightly, "I suspect that they may be far less determined than humans when it comes to resisting the Titans. ”

This is not his nonsense, but the association that the hapless elven prince Philidheim made Richard when he spoke harshly.

Most of the cruel words are just emotional catharsis, but occasionally, they will reveal something with a hint of it.

The small living room fell silent for a moment, except for the teapot sitting on the fireplace, sizzling and steaming.

"It's just your guess, nothing proves it. Dupont gave him a deep look.

"But......" Richard was about to continue when there was a knock at the door.

"Your guest has finally arrived. Dupon stood up and said as he walked to the door, "Allow me to introduce you to the Ancient Dragon, Lady Nightjade. ”