The griffon lord Levi Ston and the sniper archer Sir Grace Turly caused a great shock in the royal court, even if it was compared to the raging seas. Not only the chiefs of those clans and tribes in the Moon Whispering Forest shouted loudly, but even the High Elves, who paid the most attention to etiquette, couldn't help but let out a voice of surprise or surprise. All the voices converged and filled every inch of the Elven King's Palace.

The Elven Queen's self-control was very strong, but the look of surprise on her beautiful, elegant, timeless face became more obvious, "Your Excellency the Lord Regent of the Human Kingdom, you just proposed that you want to compete with the elves in the bow and arrow skills?" Her tone was generally calm, but there was at least some surprise in her eyes.

"Yes, it was a choice I made. Levi replied in a firm tone, "Sir Grace Toury, the sniper archer, is the best marksman in Arthur's kingdom, and I am sure he will be able to get us off to a good start." ”

"To be able to compete with the best archery among the elves and to achieve victory is the greatest honor of being a marksman. Sir Grace announced word for word.

This sentence provoked an even louder discussion in the royal court, with the fiery Wild Bear Chief Bill Big Bass clapping his hands and screaming, the leader of the Centaur tribe, Miha Whitemane, shaking his huge head again and again, the Elder of the Ancient Tree, Moni, who did not seem to have fully recovered from his speech form, stood motionless, and Lori, the flower fairy? Ji'er was probably the only tribal leader in the royal court who did not express surprise at this arrogant declaration, and her turquoise eyes stared at Levi Ston viciously from beginning to end...... The big crow on his shoulder.

The reaction of the elves was quite unanimous, and it was extremely strong, whether it was the high elf nobles, the elven commoner leaders, or the wild elf elves, their faces turned iron-blue, and even the druid masters with calm and gentle surnames all showed at least disapproving looks.

"One sentence can make the three opposing elven clans hate each other together, and Sir Grace's scolding skills are really amazing. Mr. Dish muttered strangely.

"Maybe it's better than his bow and arrow. Sir Rodriguez chuckled and added, "At least in front of the elven marksman, Sir Grace is not sure of victory, but in terms of scolding, I can't think of anyone who can be called his opponent." ”

"Lose, lose!" The big crow's clever head tapped twice, and his voice carried a taste of grief and sadness, "Grace, it's terrible, archery race elf, scolding the crow to win the battle!"

"Your Excellency, Lord Regent of the Human Kingdom, you must have made a mistake for a moment, right?" said the Sun Singer, who had never spoken, and this Singer had a tall stature rarely seen among the elves, and his voice was as cold and firm as his expression. "Or do you think that our elven pride in their bow and arrow skills is in vain, and can they be surpassed by a human archer?"

The cacophony of discussion had subsided, but it hadn't died down, and most of the members of the Elven Council's Council were talking to each other while waiting for an answer from the Human Kingdom.

"Your Excellency the Sun Singer, it is not without consideration that our side chose the competition of bow and arrow skills in the first round of the competition, let alone underestimate the strength of the elven marksman. Levi's answer was assured, "Sir Grace is a very good marksman, the number one archery in Arthur's kingdom, and we all wonder how far he is from the best marksmen of the elves. Moreover, according to the rules of the Rite of Peace, the content of the three rounds of contests cannot be repeated, and I think that no matter what form we propose in the first round, the contest of archery is an inevitable situation. ”

"That's right, since it is inevitable to compete in archery, it is better to take the initiative to let the human propose it at the beginning than to let the elves propose it later. The head of the Guild of Natural Magic, one of the three elven chanters, said that he was wearing a traditional druidic costume made of leaves, and a head ring made of branches and flowers on his forehead.

"Maybe you should choose someone else. Another voice came from the mouth of an elf who looked to be middle-aged. His demeanor was cold, his eyes were deep, and he wore robes that were a very different color from those of most elves, and they looked as black as night and covered with shards of gems like stars. "The traitor of the royal court, His Royal Highness the former Crown Prince Loshien, should be much stronger than your original candidate. He won't be able to win, but he will always make the game more exciting. ”

Levi's answer was a refusal without hesitation, ""

Pasius Celestial Whisperer is not only the chief master of the Stargazers' Guild, but also a loyal follower and advisor of the Sun Singer, and because of his status among the High Elves, many people respectfully refer to him as the Celestial, and he is particularly fond of such a title, even the wild elves he despises the most, when he calls him the Celestial, he can get a condescending nod from the Master Pasius Celestial Whisperer.

It is conceivable that such a high elf with a proud surname and a high opinion of himself showed his anger after hearing Levi's strong refusal. Pacius's hands clenched into fists hidden in the stargazer's robes, his expression distorted even by rage, and he didn't look as handsome as he belonged to the elves, but rather terrifying. He wanted to open his mouth immediately, but the anger burned his throat like a fire, and he didn't dare to open his mouth easily.

It took a full two minutes for Pasius to barely contain his burning anger, "The stars have foreshadowed the outcome of today's contest, and there will be no doubt about your defeat, humans." His voice was as light as a whisper, but the hatred contained in it was so strong that even a rude and stupid orc could hear it.

"Hey, head Levi, this sprout seems to be threatening you. The voice of the orc leader Zhuangzhu sounded from behind him, and the orc could be heard trying to keep his voice as low as possible, but the volume was still clear enough for everyone to hear. "Do you want to let me go...... Screwing his little head off?"

If there's one plant that the High Elves hate the most, it's sprouts. It is not known who first used this plant as a metaphor for elves, especially the High Elves, but because the metaphor is so vivid, it is well known to the major intelligent races on the continent. Many people have contemptuously referred to the elves as bean sprouts in private, but this is the first time in the hundreds of years since the end of the Dragon Wars that the name has been heard under the dome of the elven king's court.

"What a vicious provocation!" cried the Sun Chanter, "absolutely unforgivable!"

Anger swept through like a wind, the angry cries of the High Elves joined in unison, and the sound of scimitars clashing against scabbards filled the ancient temple with a flickering silver light. The Guardian Knights of the Human Mission immediately drew their greatswords and stepped forward to confront them, although they seemed to be few in number, but the majestic bodies wrapped in steel armor and the sharp and hideous two-handed greatswords in their hands were far more intimidating than the slender bodies of the elves and the overly decorated Mithril weapons.

Seeing that a terrible battle was about to unfold in the royal court, the elven queen suddenly raised her hands high, "Stop, children of the goddess of life, Arala!" her tone was firm and powerful, "I thought that the human side had already chosen the first round of the battle of the Gift of Peace, and the content should not be a big melee of hundreds of people, right?"

The Elven Queen's rebuke shocked many of the High Elves, and they looked at each other blankly, their scimitars and stabbing swords hanging down, "Your Majesty, it's really not. "The head of the Silver Pegasus Knights, Sama Kaede Lanch, said hesitantly, "But, they dare to call us ......."

"Bean sprouts, right?" the Elven Queen said for him, then smiled faintly, "It's just a nickname for our elves, maybe offensive, but it's no more than calling the dwarves a stump." ”

The Elven Queen's graceful smile and generous words dissolved the stagnant atmosphere in the hall, and the High Elves hesitated to put away their weapons, and then the Guardian Knights of the Human Mission also unsheathed their greatswords. The Elven Queen's gaze was not hostile, which made the orc leader Zhuangzhu feel a little overwhelmed.

The rude orc leader slung the massive double-edged battle axe back to his waist, "I, I should have said I'm sorry," he grabbed greasy, rough hair with his hand, "that ...... Elf beauty, I won't say you're sprouts anymore. ”

The apology sounded like another offense, and the cheeks of the "...... girl" Sun Chanter couldn't help but twitch, feeling as if his throat was being caught by invisible pincers, and his heart groaned in a way that was overwhelmed. For the sake of his own life and health, the Sun Singer decided not to worry about that rough blank anymore, and forced himself to swallow that evil breath.

Defeating those humans in the contest of the Rite of Peace is the best response to offense. The Sun Chanter said to himself, and then bowed gracefully to the Emerald Dragon King Zhanqing Augustus.

"Your Majesty the Great Emerald Dragon King, the first round of the human envoy proposed the Gift of Peace as a bow and arrow skill, may I ask Your Majesty, is it the Emerald Dragon Clan who proposes the candidate to fight, or is it represented by the Elf Clan?"

This was obviously just going through the motions, and Augustus had a strange expression on his face, and asked in a somewhat impatient tone, "Elf, where have you seen a dragon wielding a bow and arrow?" ”

"Since that's the case, I understand. The Sun Chanter nodded reservedly, then turned to the camp of the elven civilian leader, "In the name of the elven royal court, the secret archer Larry Moon Bow!"

Larry Moonbow, who had served as an emissary to the royal court, frowned slightly, because the Marquis of Osiris, the crown prince of Loshien, was not willing to be an enemy of the kingdom of Arthur, and there was considerable friction between the elven commoners and the high elves. For a moment, he hesitated whether he should refuse to fight, but in the end, the sense of honor as a marksman overpowered.

"Larry, Larry, Sunsinger, the Moon Bow salutes you. The elven archer stepped out of the crowd and gave a simple bow.

"The elves have always prided themselves on being the best marksmen in the realms, and even during the Dragon Wars, there was no force other than the elven marksmen who could threaten the opponents of the Legendary Realm. The Sun Chanter pointed out in a heavy tone, "However, perhaps due to too much time, the glory that once belonged to the elves has already been challenged by humans, Larry Moon Bow, you are one of the best marksmen in the Moon Whisper Forest, and the only civilian who has passed the secret archer trial, do you have the confidence to defeat the human archer for the glory of the elves?"

"The resounding of the bowstring is more powerful than the words of boasting. Larry Moon Bow replied with a famous saying that circulated among elven marksmen. Now that he had made up his mind to fight for the glory of the Elven Marksman, Larry Moon Bow had given up all distractions from the moment he had just stepped out of the crowd, and now his eyes were as sharp as razors, as if he felt like he had been cut even when he looked at him.

Perhaps there is always some kind of similarity between the marksmen, and Sir Grace Toully's expression also looks very cold, if it were not for the stiffness of his facial features, it would be like being pulled out of the same mold as Larry Moonbow.

In the Moonwhisper Forest, there is no archery range like the one in the human kingdom, because every elf, including the Silver Pegasus Knight and the Wild Elf War Dancer, has a natural familiarity with bows and arrows. Even the waitresses who prepared lunch in the kitchen were the same, and although they were not systematically trained, they possessed even more bowery skills than the average soldier in the human archer army.

No race has ever dared to challenge an elven marksman in terms of bows and arrows, not even on the battlefield, and for thousands of years, elves have been the only race to have enough troops of formed marksmen. Wherever the arrows of the elven marksmen pointed, the longbows fell to the ground, the iron shields cracked, the horses wailed, and the corpses were strewn all over the field, no army could withstand it unswervingly.

Even the Alchemy Marksman made in the Heart of the Castle is slightly inferior to the Elves in the skill of using bows and arrows, and in the same situation, using the double shooting stunt, the Alchemy Marksman is a tenth of the less frequent than the Elven Marksman, and the accuracy is also slightly worse.

Sir Grace was well aware of these situations, but as a sharpshooter who had reached some pinnacle in his bow and arrow skills, he was thrilled by the unknown outcome of the contest, and his blood, which had been ridiculed as flowing with ice, boiled. As he progressed, his expression became more and more cold, and his eyes burned with fire.

The bow and arrow competition was held in the middle of a poplar forest, and it would be unsatisfactory to use it as an archery range. Although some leveling has been carried out here, there are no regular targets or open fields, and there are tall and straight poplar trees everywhere, and the breeze blows, the shadows of the trees shake, the branches and leaves rattle, and the birds sing in a low voice, like a song of heaven ringing around the ears.

"It seems to be more suitable for camping than for two marksmen to fight each other. Brebe, the master blacksmith of the dwarves, muttered disapprovingly, "Shouldn't it be those...... Got the wrong venue, right?"

"Maybe those sprouts don't have the strength to wield an axe. The orc leader Zhuang Pig grinned and said, "We orcs have strength, if the elf girls can't cut down the tree, we can help them cut it!"

"Si'er has a better way to deal with the big trunk. Si'er, the leader of the Miyun tribe's elves, said in a longing tone, "Si'er has brought a lot of booms, bury them, and a little fire, not only can you see the most beautiful fireworks, but also can solve all the big tree trunks that get in the way." ”

"In that case, we'll all have to be dealt with by the angry elves. Glenwalm leaned over to join them in the conversation, "When I was at the Green Keep, I heard Master Sugard say that elves value the Moonwhisper Forest far more than humans care about their own life. After all, there are still people among the human race who have volunteered to become eunuchs, and there is absolutely no one among the elves who will voluntarily leave the Moon Whispering Forest. ”

"I don't think I'm mistaken. Miss Leslin, the lizardman marksman, said in a tone of uncertainty that "whether it is a flat and open bow range, or a dense forest, it is a place where marksmen can compete, and the latter is more suitable." When the marksmen among us lizardmen compete, they often choose some places with complex terrain, otherwise if everyone hits the bull's-eye, they won't be able to tell the difference between high and low. ”

"Miss Leslin, in your opinion, is Sir Grace more likely to win, or is the elven marksman stronger?" asked Glen Worm as he watched the two people in front of him go about their final preparations.

Miss Leslin blinked, and a hesitant expression appeared on her face, which looked very delicate with the eyes of a snake or lizard, "I...... I'm afraid I can't tell. She concluded, "Both Sir Grace and the Larry Moon Bow are far superior marksmen to me, and have reached the level of mastery in the use of bows and arrows." However, there is a gap in the weapons they use, and Sir Grace's Silver Fir Longbow is a powerful weapon, but it is probably far from being able to compete with the elves' demigods. ”

Although the voice of this sentence was not loud, it was still captured by the keen ears of the Elven Celestial Knight, "The Gift of Peace is an absolutely fair contest, and it is each other's skills that are contested, not the weapons themselves. Marquis Osiris turned around and explained with a serious expression, "Larry Moon Bow will not use the Red Moon Bow, and he will work with Sir Grace to choose one of the ten longbows provided by both parties as his temporary weapon." ”

(To be continued)