Putting aside the crowd for a moment to argue about this sudden duel, as the protagonists of the duel, Leon and Mlos are making the final confirmation of their equipment. The environment in the molten iron ruins is harsh, and naturally there is no time for them to prepare a separate field for battle, but fortunately, both of them are veterans of battle, even if there are some raised wastes in the field, they can deal with it freely and turn it into their advantage.

The Blood Lion sat in the northeast corner of the dueling area surrounded by elves, and Bakham tied his armor around his knight, which could well be a matter of life and death in a duel. "I still don't believe you agreed to him. The elf grumbled discontentedly as he straightened his stomach from the side, he knew very well how bad Leon's condition was, otherwise he wouldn't have to confirm the knight's armor. As for Hu Cong's worries, the Blood Lion just smiled, and he pointed to the opponent in the southwest corner, "Tell me about him, it's necessary to understand the opponent." ”

"He, Mlos, a general who is now in the limelight, has the respect of the Council of Elders, and the support of the soldiers, my uncle. Bakham's face showed a slightly complicated expression, and his tone showed that the young man did not respect his uncle as much as the other elves, "I don't like him, he only has hatred in his heart." That thing does make him invincible, but it also makes him blindly repulsive to all creatures other than elves, so you'd better not lose, and I promise he won't let you live. ”

"Hate-driven warriors? That's the trickiest type. The Blood Lion shrugged, but his tone was lighthearted.

Bakham didn't like Leon's attitude, "Listen to my knight, you don't know about elves, although you may have killed a lot on the battlefield, but you don't know our culture and customs. Hate has a different meaning to an elf than a human, and if you really understand, you won't be as lax as you are now. ”

"It's true that I don't know much about it. But you can tell me now, it's not too late, is it?" Leon said, looking at his servant.

The young elf sighed, he was always being played around by the elder's inexplicable request when he followed the green staff, and when he finally freed himself from the clutches of Atwood, he found that the human knight he was following was even more anxious than the old elf. "Well, time is limited, I'll try to summarize it as much as I can. See that hammer in my uncle's hand?"

Leon's gaze looked at his opponent, Mlos's weapon was indeed a one-handed prismal hammer, the hammer head of this war hammer took on an irregular polygonal shape, and a large number of iron pieces were wrapped around it, making the whole hammer head look terrifying. "See, I thought the elven weapons were full of beauty. ”

"For the most part, we have time to slowly sharpen our weapons. Except for the one in my uncle's hand, which he called the seed of hatred. Many years ago, a group of rude dwarven robbers stormed the forest, cutting down ancient trees and killing forest rangers who came to dissuade them, leaving a wound on our homeland that has not healed to this day. My uncle killed them, and he brutally tortured the dwarves to death one by one. Do you think the hatred is over here? No, for the elves, revenge is only half done when the enemy is dead, and our hatred will continue to their relatives and even those who resemble them. This was the case with his uncle, who, in order to prove his determination for revenge, made his own war hammer from the heart of the largest ancient tree that died in that catastrophe, the thickest of the rhizomes. Then he melted the flesh of the dwarven robbers, along with their weapons and armor, and the firewood was the tree they had slain, and it is said that the flames in the furnace were as red as blood. When it was all melted into a pot, my uncle put his hammer inside, and guess what? It was all wrapped around his hammer, and that's where his weapon, the Seed of Hatred, came from. No kidding, you don't want to be treated like this. ”

After listening to Bakham's explanation, Leon closed his eyes and was silent for a few seconds, his expression becoming serious. Just when the elf thought that his knight had finally realized the seriousness of the matter, the corners of the blood lion's mouth rose again. "Understood, I see. By the way, do you have any people you hate right now?"

Hu Cong tightened the last knot, and he stood up and looked at Leon, the man who had introduced himself into the human world. "I'll hate you if you die, I haven't really understood it yet. "It sounds scary, but it looks like I'm better off winning this fight. As he spoke, the Blood Lion stood up and drew the knight's sword beside him, the best sword the Grand Duke had ever found from all the warriors, but despite this, the weapon was covered in blood and gaps.

"Looks like you're ready to die?" Noticing Leon's actions, Mlos picked up his hammer and walked to the center of the field.

In response to the elven general's provocation, the blood lion just pulled a sword flower, and he was familiar with his new weapon. "You know what? In the interests of knights, no matter who the opponent is, I should salute before the duel begins. But for you, I won't do that. I respect what you have done to defend your people, but I cannot agree with letting hatred become a part of my life. Speaking of this, Leon smiled, "I really am, who is in a position to say this? I haven't lost the battle myself and let those rats break through the defenses." But you're out of luck, this time, I'm saying that I can't afford to lose again. Before the words fell, the tip of the knight's sword was already pointing at the opponent a few steps away, and the knight's eyes also became cold at this moment, and the battle intent and determination surged in his eyes as if the essence was the same, and no one would have thought that this person had not rested for two whole days.

"Hmph, fangs. Mlos snorted coldly and removed the hammer from his shoulder, the head of the hammer covered in barbs and splinters of iron shuddering just to look at. "What is the difference between the nature of you humans and those rats? greedily devouring everything, reproducing without thinking, and giving you any alms makes me sick. ”

Leon didn't say anything more, he stepped back and placed his sword across his chest, making a battle stance. The elven general laughed disdainfully at this, and stood on the spot with the hammer head of the warhammer on the ground, holding the handle of the hammer with his right hand backhand. The battle is about to begin. The surrounding elven soldiers acting as a perimeter noticed this, and they began to pound their short knives on their armor or shields, making a sound that announced the beginning of the battle that would determine the future of the remnants of the Molten Iron City like a drumbeat.

Andrea, Kalus, and the other inhabitants of the Molten Iron City, including the Cursed Crow, watched the battle begin condescendingly from higher vantage points above the ruins. The dwarf's expression was serious, he heard Mlos clearly, and the flames of anger also burned in the chest of the Hammer Archduke, and if he could, he even wanted to go down in Leon's place and beat the elf who knew the height of the sky to pulp. But he can't do that, and the price of becoming a lord is that you can't do whatever you want. The Demon Slayer had a sarcastic smile on his lips, he knew what hatred was like, he understood Mlos the most of all the people present, but the qi circulating in his body made him understand that hatred was not the most important thing in this world.

As for Atwood, who was another representative of the elves, the old elves rode on their own deer again and watched the battle from the other side. Bakham, who just withdrew from the battlefield, found that his mentor didn't seem to care about the two dueling at all, and the green staff was just drinking to himself. Just when the elf wanted to remind the elder of the current situation, a violent cheer came, and the duel officially began!