The apprehension on Mr. Dust's face gave Levi a sense of foreboding, and the elven messenger, the elite sword dancer with whom he had a relationship, Jill Nash, seemed to be in a heavy mood, and the expression on his face even seemed a little sluggish.

"Your Excellency Lord Regent," said Jill Nash in a stiff lingua franca, handing over a wooden board intricately inscribed with ancient elven script. "This is the content of the second round of the battle proposed by the Elf Royal Court, please take a look. ”

According to the rules of the Gift of Peace, the losing side in the first round has the right to propose the content of the next round. After the elves unexpectedly lost the archery contest, they would inevitably try to win back in the second round of the battle, and Levi imagined many possible challenges from the other side, but when he heard Mr. Dish translate the elven words engraved on the wooden board word by word, although he had tried his best to calm himself, he still showed a trembling expression.

"The War Dance Ring, and it's guarded by the Euniken Fitzeld Martial Arts Master!" the young griffon lord's eyes widened, his voice hoarse from shock, "how could they make such shameless conditions?"

The Rite of Peace does not prescribe the form of contests, but according to the core idea of this ancient ritual, it is generally not permissible for one side to use their natural strengths to come up with something that is obviously excessive—such as merfolk diving, ornichs flying, and so on. In fact, if the Rite of Peace was not a means for the ancient elves to resolve internal conflicts, even archery contests would be banned by default, after all, according to the prestige of the elven marksman, it was no different from their racial talent.

Compared to the prestige of the Elven Marksman, the reputation of the Elven War Dancer is much worse. Before the Dragon War, the lowly wild elves could only play the role of cannon fodder, they had no armor to protect themselves, but they had to bear the task of hand-to-hand combat, so they were the ones who suffered the most in each war. However, under the baptism of blood and fire, he has also exercised the fierce and ruthless surname of the wild elves and the sharp and smooth double-sword sword fighting skills, purely from the perspective of moves, it has far surpassed the silver Pegasus knight of the high elves.

However, unlike humans, only the High Elves can unearth a power similar to Dou Qi from their own bloodline from the Elder Dragon King, and neither the Elven Commoners nor the Wild Elves possess such abilities. No matter how powerful the war dancer's moves and combat awareness are, it is difficult to compete with a silver Pegasus knight who has reached the stage of fighting spirit, and even a strong man like Uniken Fitzeld, who is known as the number one martial arts master of the Moon Whispering Forest, cannot reverse the problem of the natural lack of wild elves.

The wild elves have a heavy inferiority complex mixed with pride, and they cannot possess fighting power, so they invent a duel method that limits these supernatural powers, which is called the war dance ring.

The rules of the battle dance ring can be said to be very strict, and both sides cannot wear armor, let alone use any supernatural powers such as fighting spirit, magic or magic. The competition is each other's moves and wills, and after a war dance duel, both sides are often covered in blood, and the feeling of savage and fierceness can almost be compared to the blood feast of the orcs.

Seeing that Levi's face had become very ugly, all the people of the Kingdom Mission stopped laughing and moved around him. Mr. Dish whispered to them the elves' proposed second round of the battle and the rules of the war dance ring, and his voice was drowned out in a roar of rage.

"What the hell rule is this?" cursed the wolf-headed chieftain Wolff.

"You are not allowed to wear armor, you are not allowed to use fighting spirit, what is the difference between that and fighting with one arm tied?" Levi's squire, Knight Glen Worm, blurted out angrily.

"Young Master Levi, we can't accept such a harsh request. Sir Rodriguez suggested in a heavy tone, "Uniken Fitzeld is a rather difficult opponent, and if we don't give it our all, we won't have much chance of winning this fight." ”

"But according to the rules of the Gift of Peace, since we have won the first round of the contest, we have to choose to accept the content of the contest proposed by the losing side. "If you refuse, it will be seen as a great contempt for the whole ceremony, and the High Elves who value etiquette more than life will probably not give up." ”

"Father, but ......," Levi said, frowning, "but you can't let Sir Rodriguez take off his shirt and take on the Euniken Fitzeld martial arts master, right?"

Sir Rodriguez obviously had thought of some funny scene, and his face looked a little strange, but he still puffed out his chest, "If this is your order, Young Master Levi, I will take off my armor and fight him." ”

"But even you can't guarantee defeating that War Dancer Master. Levi solemnly reminded that his next sentence was not spoken, but both Sir Rodriguez and Mr. Dish could understand - "and there is no way to ensure that his identity as a Knight of Damnation will not be revealed in the face of the onslaught of the other party." ”

"Wow, the elf bean sprouts are having a problem again!" The roar of the orc leader Zhuangzhu sounded the loudest, "But this rule sounds similar to our bloody feast, Lord Levi, let me participate! I'm going to use this big axe to cut off the heads of a row of elven sprouts, and then wear them into a beautiful necklace!"

Jill Nash's eyes sharpened, "Filthy orc, you're not worthy of being a match for Master Uniken Fitzeld. The Elven Sword Dancer's hands gripped the ebony hilts of a pair of sheathed daggers at his waist, and he warned in disgust, "If you continue to spit out, be careful that I cut off your stinky tongue with these two short swords."

The strong pig scolded when he heard this, "Elf bean sprouts," he glared at his eyes, which were bigger than the bull, and took out the big and ugly two-handed battle axe from behind him in a threatening manner, "Look at your little body, and eat those damn fruits and vegetables all day long, eighty percent of the shit you pull out is grass green, do you want to taste the taste of my big axe?"

Seeing that the conflict was about to break out, Levi made a gesture, and the two griffon knights immediately stepped forward to stop it. The Elven Sword Dancer lowered his hands and took a step back, but the enraged orcs were not so easily stopped. There was a clanging metal thump, and the griffin knight in front of the Pig Commander was struck with a punch in the chest, staggering back several steps, and nearly falling.

Then the Mighty Pig Commander swung his tomahawk and rushed at Gil Nash, a roar that burst out like the mad screams of the beasts. The elven sword dancer hurriedly drew his twin swords and prepared to defend himself, but before the two could make contact, a green light and shadow flashed, and the huge body of the strong pig leader flew into the air, and fell to the ground more than ten meters away with a bang, and the ugly battle axe flew farther than him, until the blade of the axe was embedded in an old oak tree.

The Marquis of Osiris stood where the pig had just fallen, his hands empty, but his gaze was sharper than the blade of his sword. The arrogance of the strong pig commander disappeared after he got up, although the orc was belligerent, but he was not brainless, he knew very well the gap between himself and the green lion, so he could only shrink his neck in embarrassment. "I'm sober, I'm sorry, the centaur spirits were still messing with me last night. ”

The Marquis of Osiris bowed slightly, signaling to accept the orc's apology, and then turned to the griffon lord, "Your Excellency, Guardian of the Realm. Once again, he addressed Levi with the most dignified title, "This battle is mine, and I beg your permission to represent Arthur's kingdom." ”

"Lord Marquis Osiris, that would be cruel to you. Levi looked at the Elven Celestial Knight worriedly, and then tried his best to pretend to be indifferent and persuaded the commentator, "In my opinion, neither you nor Sir Rodriguez have to play in this round of competition, just send someone out." Anyway, in the first round of archery competition, we have already won by luck, and it is nothing for the Elven Court to win back a city. ”

"That's right. Mr. Dish agreed, "I think it's better to let the elf leader Si'er play, and since the High Elves have put forward such harsh conditions, let's turn this contest into a farce and humiliate their faces." ”

"Is it Si'er's turn?" the elf leader looked in high spirits, and the head had no idea about danger or anything like that, "Can you let Si'er experiment with the boom and flash flash spiral gods shaking their heads for fear of killing you three thousand?" he blinked wistfully as he held the strangely shaped musket he was carrying on his shoulder.

"Only melee weapons are allowed in the War Dance Ring, not anything like bows, crossbows, or muskets. Marquis Osiris, with a wry smile, had seen the astonishing destructive power of the weapons developed by the elves, some of which could even make the knight feel a little frightened, if not a greater threat to the user's life. "And, Leader of the Four Sons, I have great respect for my Charafi, and I don't want you to die with him. ”

"Will it explode?" the leader of Si'er scratched his forehead with some regret, "Actually, you should believe the little elf, the little elf has done several experiments, and it will only explode once every three times!"

It seems that one of the three uses exploded, which is already a fairly safe product for a goblin. Everyone listened in a cold sweat, and the dwarven blacksmith master Brebe and the others couldn't help but move backwards, as far away as possible from the elf leader, who could guarantee that the things in his hands would not suddenly explode?

"Lord Levi, I'm the best candidate to compete in the Battle Dance Ring. "No one in Arthur's kingdom is more familiar with the sharp swordsmanship of Xarafe than I am, and I am also a master of two-sword swordsmanship. And with all due respect, although Sir Rodriguez's swordsmanship is strong, the Stellar Iron Greatsword is a two-handed heavy weapon after all, and the Rite of Peace prohibits unnecessary blood between each other, and at the same time prohibits killing opponents, so it is difficult to gain the upper hand in front of Master Uniken Fitzeld. ”

"Master Uniken is very strong, and even if I try my best, I may not be able to defeat him successfully. Sir Rodriguez nodded in response with a serious expression.

Levi groaned, his face a little ugly because of hesitation, and the people around him stopped making noise and quietly waited for him to make a final decision. "In that case, Lord Marquis of Osiris, then you will represent the Kingdom of Arthur in the battle of the Battle Dance Ring. He said in an uncertain tone, "I don't want a bloody misfortune between you and your teacher, if ......"

The griffon lord wanted to choose a more peaceful word to describe defeat, but it was not easy, and before he could find the word he wanted to use, the Marquis of Osiris had already shaken his head to stop him, and his handsome face seemed to be carved out of ice.

"For thousands of years, the war dance ring has been soaked in the blood of the war dancers of its predecessors, and every elf who is placed on it will go all out and will not tolerate mercy. If the subordinates show mercy,. It's a shame to be a war dancer, and it's a disrespect for those who have passed away. The Marquis of Osiris did not speak loudly, but the meaning of his words was as strong as jagged ice rocks. "I must win, so that there will be no flames between Arthur's kingdom and the elven court, and for the sake of Charafi's fame. ”

"If the truth is known, Uniken Fitzeld should be glad to know!"

When the Marquis of Osiris made a cold declaration of victory, a few kilometers away from the aspen forest, the Sun Singer was in the garden on the top floor of the tower where he lived. Another secret conversation with the Elven Grand Elder.

"That lowly wild seed can be like a hero, and have the honor of sacrificing for the interests of the elven kingdom, instead of dying in a corner like a wild dog, my approach is too forgiving. The Sun Singer's tone was a little vicious and vicious, and his eyes were still burning with unquenching anger.

When the Elven Great Elder frowned, the furrows on his face became more profound, like withered bark, "No matter what, the Elf clan can't afford to lose this round of competition, otherwise we won't be able to explain to the Jade Dragon King." He sat on a delicate chair carved of rose crystal, his hands holding the Staff of Droma bared, and the knuckles of his fingers turned pale from exertion. "Singer, can you be sure that Uniken Fitzeld will fight to the death with His Royal Highness the former Crown Prince Loshien according to your arrangement? That is his most beloved disciple, and Uniken Fitzeld even did not hesitate to stand up for him, and did not hesitate to do anything to stain the Evergreen Tower with blood. ”

"If it's just the honor of being a war dancer...... Phew, are those lowly wild seeds worthy of that word?" the Sun Singer smiled viciously, "Don't worry, Your Excellency, at least I never believed that wild seeds would have any honor, and you asked me if I could be sure that Euniken Fitzeld would have the will to die? I am sure that both of them would die, Loshien would die under the twin swords of his Charafel, and Uniken Fitzeld would die for breaking the power of the contract. ”

"Singer, you're too arbitrary. The Elven Grand Elder looked up suspiciously, "Since you don't believe in Eunikon's honor as a master of war dancers, how can you ......?"

"I believe in the art of soul control. The Sun Singer's voice was terrifyingly soft, and the Elven Grand Elder suddenly stood up, the expression on his face turning iron-blue. "Singer, Ellara is on top! You're ...... Soul control art, that's evil art! No, this thing can't go on!"

"It must go on, for the good of the High Elves, no one can stop me!" roared the Sun Chanter in a louder voice, "Restoring the honor and status of the ancestors, Your Excellency the Elder, is that something that can be achieved by sitting here and talking?

"It's not about getting your hands dirty, it's about throwing yourself into the darkness!" the Elven Grand Elder's tone was stern and unyielding, "The soul control technique is an unforgivable evil art, and it must be stopped no matter what!"

"What will you do if I refuse?" the Sun Singer narrowed his eyes, the blood that the Elder Dragon King had brought to him made his emerald eyes swim with a hint of gold.

"Then I will file a complaint against you to the Elven Court as the Elven Grand Elder!" the Elven Grand Elder slammed the Staff of Droma in his hand, "The Moon Whispering Forest is a holy place, and the Rite of Peace is an ancient tradition, and it must not be tarnished by evil magic. ”

"Then, Your Excellency the Elder, as you wish......" The Sun Chanter bowed deeply, his right hand resting on the golden Celestial Badge on his chest. “...... I'm offended!"

The Elven Elven Elder's face that had just eased suddenly changed drastically, but before he could react, the Sun Singer's arms were spread, and with a series of rapid ancient elven incantations, the defensive magic barrier of the Singer Ju Tower quickly opened, and more than ten golden rays of light flew up from all corners of the tower, and then turned downward, intertwining with each other into a huge network of light and shrouded down.

A dazzling flash of light shot out from the inconspicuous gray crystal of the Staff of Droma, hitting the Sun Singer's chest straight ahead, but the Elven Grand Elder's face did not show any joy, "Simulacrum?" The Elven Elven Elder's mouth creaked, his wrist shook, and the flash of light immediately completely tore apart the phantom clone left by the Sun Singer, and then pierced the golden light net shrouded in the sky.

The moment the flash and the golden light net came into contact with each other, the electric light flashed dazzlingly, and it was like a thunderbolt in the middle of the air, and the entire tower was shocked, and countless fine dust fell, but the flash disappeared, and the light net was only slightly paused, and then continued to shroud.

Seeing the golden light envelop the entire Tower Garden, the Elven Grand Elder became relaxed instead, and he sat back in the delicate chair carved from the rose crystal with the Staff of Dromar, a smug smile on his face that was the opposite of the indignation he had just had.

"Looks like you're well prepared, Singer, and you deserve it...... O the one I have chosen. ”

(To be continued)