Chronicle of the Elf Realm

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As the katana fell, Raphael's body shook, and he suddenly knelt on the deck.

There was a strange cry from the audience, including regret, anger, and joy.

Ramil, who had been watching the battle quietly on the side, finally couldn't hold it in anymore. He stood on tiptoes and spread out his dark red wings. He flew to his younger brother's side with a splash. He raised his hand and used a magic wind blade to push Zou Jing back to ten. A few steps away.

"younger brother..."

Ramil hurriedly checked Raphael's wound. Fortunately, the skin on his neck was only slightly broken, and the wound was not deep. After using healing magic to stop the bleeding, it would be fine after a short rest.

All of this should be thankful that Zou Jiao showed mercy at the critical moment. He did not choose to cut Raphael's throat in cold blood, but knocked out his weapon, causing him to completely lose his fighting spirit.

However, Ramil couldn't thank him enough. Looking at his brother Raphael's distracted eyes, he felt that the feelings of the blood compatriot deep in his body were severely amplified. His fists were clenched and his knuckles were numb. He looked pale, and even veins popped out on his head.

Zou Jongren looked at the furious Ramil coldly. Although he was calm on the surface, he still felt a little uneasy. He warned himself over and over in his heart to be prepared, because his keen intuition told him that Ramil was He was the only guy present who deserved his vigilance.

In the past, Zou Jiao would not be afraid, but now, he has just recovered from a serious illness, his recovery is not thorough, and he cannot fully display his strength. The contest with Ramil is very dangerous.

"I'm from Zou Jiao, right?"

Ramil patted his dumbfounded brother and kept kneeling on the deck without raising his eyes. As if he had lost his soul, his brother's shoulders gently walked around in front of him, opposite Zou Jingren.

"Yes."

Zou Jiao still remained indifferent.

"Accept my challenge. If I lose, Qingshui will withdraw our troops unconditionally."

Ramil held his head high and narrowed his eyes slightly, exuding an arrogant and dangerous aura.

He actually made such a big promise, and the whole place was in an uproar again.

Even Zou Jiaoren's cold expression showed a trace of surprise. This guy was so arrogant. He didn't know if he was being looked down upon by him.

After Ramil's words, several leading figures in the Qingshui River Army came up hesitantly, as if to advise Commander Ramil, such as whether this was not good or the stakes were too high and he should be replaced. However, Before they could say anything, they were interrupted by Ramil raising his hand.

"I am very confident in my title as the Holy Knight Commander of the Goblin. You don't have to worry about me." Ramil paused and added, "If something goes wrong, I will bear all the consequences."

As a result, the members of the command camp of the Qingshui Army stopped saying anything. This was of course not because of who was responsible, but because Ramil could say this so confidently, they must believe that Ramil absolutely It can be done.

Goblins never doubt a man of strength.

"how"

There was contempt and disdain hidden in Ramiel's eyes, which made Zou Jing a little excited, but it was not because of the so-called "dog eyes looking down on others", but because of Ramiel's self-confidence, which inspired his fighting spirit.

He needs an opponent who can be on par with him or even higher than him.

"I accepted."

Zou Jongren made a horizontal stroke with his knife, and the tip of the knife extended in a straight line, pointing straight at Ramil's heart. He raised the corners of his mouth, smiled slightly, and said lightly.

"Just how my brother lost, let me win back."

Ramiel kicked and hooked his feet, and the fake Longquan Mihu Toru was in his hand. The tip of his knife was facing the Zou Jiao people tit for tat, without giving in to each other in terms of momentum.

Oh, I can't tell, it turns out he is still a younger brother, Zou Jingren thought to himself.

"Then let's begin."

As soon as Zou Jingren finished speaking, Ramil on the opposite side disappeared strangely.

It turned out that the two brothers practiced the same move. It was true that Zou Jing didn't know what to say. Even the attack method at the beginning was exactly the same, with nothing new.

My previous vigilance was wrong, I was too cautious. Just as he was thinking this and using the same move he had just used against Raphael to counter Ramil's katana, his nerves suddenly tightened. I secretly screamed in my heart.

He shouldn't underestimate the enemy, not even for a moment. How could he let his guard down and give up trusting his intuition just because of the same trick? However, even if Zou Jingren regretted it, it was too late.

Ramil's speed is hundreds of times faster than Raphael. It's by no means better than him. Ramil's speed is even higher than him.

Just as Zou Jiao was about to turn around and defend himself, Ramil's samurai sword had already touched the skin on his back.

The cold tip of the knife pierced the skin, cutting open the flesh, the sound of broken clothes, the smell of blood, the screams of the guards and the cheers of the enemy came in the wind, Zou Jingren's pupils were so big, he thought it was time for a moment It just stopped.

But time never stopped. In reality, after the light and shadow of the sword passed, he fell weakly on the deck and fell into a pool of blood from his own body. His consciousness was blurred and his pupils could not focus.

Ramil was not a goblin who would show mercy on the battlefield.

In the first move, he used the death move.

It's not just a simple sword fight, he also unleashes harming magic.

Therefore, the wound on Zou Jiaoren's back was very deep, probably deep enough to damage the internal organs.

Many people present will be depressed that Ramil happened to hit the target with one move, but what they don't know is that he cleverly took advantage of the moment when his opponent's vigilance was relaxed. Who would not encounter a person who repeats the moves of the previous mover? There are probably almost no exceptions to the slight contempt.

Ramil's real terror probably lies not in his strength, but in his mind. This move of his is not only a victory of speed, but also a victory of being able to use deceit.

Ramil stared sharply at the Zou Jiao man in the pool of blood, and threw his samurai sword in front of him with a bang. It felt like a silent mockery of the counterfeit defeating the genuine article. He said: "For the sake of you For the sake of showing mercy to my brother, I will give you a break."

Zou Jiaoren showed no response in the pool of blood.

"However, you are not worthy of this title as the master of Longquan Mihu Tetsu."

"Even if it doesn't belong to Raphael, it shouldn't belong to you."

Ramiel bent down and was about to seize the Longquan Mihu Che from the hands of the Zou Jiao people. The guards behind him couldn't help but burst out. They wanted to rush forward to defend their brothers and their leaders, but the cavalry from Qingshui River The team and the black magician group are not vegetarians either.

The black magicians recited spells together, and the sky immediately turned from blue to pitch black, dark clouds covered the sun, strong winds blew, the water in Barnard Bay boiled as if boiled by fire, the cruise ship swayed unsteadily, and the guards swayed. Unable to react, most of them fell to the deck.

At the same time, the goblin cavalry sitting on the green-scaled horses were shouting loudly, and with the sound of drums and gongs, they attacked like a tide, covering the sky above all cruise ships in an instant.

On the cruise ship, in mid-air and on the sea, there is the sound of gold and iron clashing, and the war has begun.

On the Titan, a large open space was surrounded on the bow deck. The Aqua Guards wanted to rush forward, but were blocked by the goblin cavalry ordered by Ramiel. The two sides fought fiercely, and in the end the Aqua Guards were unable to break through. , and the Goblin Cavalry couldn't press it any further to take a step back.

Ramil ignored the stalemate not far away with an indifferent expression. He continued his movements. He had already touched Longquan Mihu Tetsu, but Zou Jingren was surprisingly strong. He grabbed the handle of the knife and refused to let go. No matter what, he couldn't let go. Can't pull it out.

"Since you are so persistent, don't blame me."

Ramil recited a spell, and a water blade formed and floated in the air.

"You don't need your hands anymore."

The water blade fell with his words, but there was no scene of the palm being cut off and blood bursting out, only Ramil's frown.

Longquan Mihu Te actually protected the Zou Jing people, as if he had self-awareness, and protected the Zou Jing people.

At that critical moment, the metallic energy that automatically broke away from Longquan Mihu Tetsu's blade wrapped around the falling water blade like a thread, crushing it easily.

Ramil couldn't believe it. Although Longquan Mihu Tetsu was one of the treasures passed down from ancient times, what he never expected was that it would automatically protect its master. This was equivalent to having a good weapon and a good weapon at the same time. An extremely strong and loyal servant. This knife is so magical.

No wonder when the Domain Lord heard that an elf had become the master of Longquan Mihu Te, he greatly praised that guy as a lucky boy.

In this case, the elves must not be allowed to obtain this kind of treasure. This will be harmful to the fairies and must be taken away.

Ramil's brows furrowed even deeper, almost knitting together, obviously he was thinking about how to rob.

He thought for a while, it was difficult to succeed in violent robbery. After all, the power contained in an ancient treasure was unfathomable. Even though it was just a cold samurai sword, its power should not be underestimated. You should not use this method.

But if this is the case, there is only one way left.

That is to kill its current owner, erase the weapon imprint he left, and make Ryusei Mihoteru an ownerless thing again.

Ramil's eyes were extremely dark. He stared at the dying Zou Jiaoren in a pool of blood, then looked at his brother who was still unresponsive, and finally sighed.

He leaned down, put his ear to Zou Jongren's ear, and asked with slight words that could reach the depths of Zou Jongren's spirit: "Zou Jongren, I will give you a chance, you can choose for yourself. Do you want to give up this knife, or choose to die? .”

"If you give up, I will leave you a way to live."

After all, you were merciful to my brother, and there are really few elves with your talent. As an opponent, you will feel a little bit pity for your talent. If it is not a last resort, Ramiel is not willing to kill him.

But he also had to get Longquan Mihu Te, and it was difficult for him to choose, so he gave the choice to Zou Jiaoren.

Zou Jongren showed no response. Ramiel waited for a long time, and when he was about to do something to make Zou Jongren speak, the corners of Zou Jongren's mouth slowly moved.

He only said one word, very softly, but Ramil, who was close enough, could hear it clearly.

Ramil stood up and lowered his head. His golden bangs cast a shadow in front of his eyes, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

He just heard him murmuring in a low voice, and the replica Longquan Mihu Tetsu that he had originally thrown on the deck floated faintly in front of him, and he grabbed it with one hand.

The shadow of the knife flickered.

It turned out that the Zou Jiao people said: "No."

"Don't blame me," Ramil said.