Elven Reaper

Granir's forehead was covered with sweat.

Five

He saw five epic levels.

How could this be possible? Didn't this wolf cub say that the Elf clan was already in decline, and that even the lowly Holy Light Wolf clan could fight them on equal footing?

The five people whose cultivation he couldn't see through were naturally the four elders and Messiah.

And Saint Nasha, the Sword of the Netherworld, has gone somewhere.

It is true that basically everyone in the Elphes continent knows that the elves were once extremely powerful.

But since the elves suffered a fatal blow six hundred years ago, their strength has definitely deteriorated.

But no one knows how far it has degraded. Holy Light Wolf Beqi said that the strength of the elves is only at the third or fourth level.

When there was very little information about the elves, Granir actually believed the words of the Holy Light Wolf.

"Your Highness, we have been deceived by this wolf cub. Let's go quickly." Granier screamed miserably.

He has always been taciturn, and usually speaks coldly, but at this moment he doesn't look calm.

With his current expression and tone, it would be an exaggeration to say that he looked like an ordinary peasant woman in the countryside who suddenly encountered a wild boar.

Grum has not encountered any danger since he got Granir, the legendary swordsman, as his guard.

Whether it was an assassin, a mob, or a powerful monster in the Sear Forest, Granir would always deal with it neatly without letting him worry at all.

But what happened this time was that Granier let him run away.

Groom was stunned.

Ike and the two scholar assistants also looked shocked.

On the altar, Akto looked at the human race, then at the angry elves, and shrugged helplessly.

These guys seem to be out of luck.

Akto pointed at Grum and said softly: "Keep this one, I have something to ask. Kill the rest."

Grum was startled again. He left me here and killed the rest.

He couldn't help but feel furious in his heart. There were many people who wanted to kill me in the Deslor Empire, or in other words, in the entire Elphes continent.

But I'm living well, and everyone who wanted to kill me is dead.

Akto's calm tone aroused his anger even more.

Grum shouted angrily: "Bold, do you know who I am? I am the prince of the Deslor Empire, Grum Alex."

"That Elf King, you pretty boy, I advise you to think carefully. Your decision will determine whether to attract the Empire's cavalry. They will kill you all and level this place."

"Wherever the imperial cavalry goes, there is no grass and rivers of blood. I hope you can consider the consequences," Grum said, pointing at Akto.

After saying this, the scene fell into a strange silence for a moment.

Grum thought that his background and the reputation of the imperial cavalry had shocked the elves, and then he stood up.

"Well, since you know that you are wrong, I will not pursue this matter. Let's just pretend that we have never met each other. You can continue your coronation ceremony." Groom's tone became calmer again.

Granir, who had always been calm and composed, was so out of sorts, which was enough to illustrate the danger of this group of elves.

Although Grum is debauched and cruel, he is not stupid either. After Granir told him to leave, he had already thought of a way out.

Giving both kindness and power

First, use the reputation of the empire to intimidate the elves, and then use generous money to lure them.

When he returns to Pork City, he will settle the score with the Elf Queen.

Grum then said: "When I return, I will report to my royal brother to expand the territory of the Elf Forest ten times, no, a hundred times. The Deslor Empire will recognize the status of the elves and put the elves back on the list." One of the four major races, you”

Before he finished speaking, a vine suddenly grew on the ground under Groom's feet.

This vine was as thick as a wrist and was blood red all over. Like a flexible snake, it instantly entangled Grum.

"Ah" Groom's words were also interrupted by his own scream, "How bold. You actually"

Groom only felt that this vine was like a steel bar, making his bones crackle.

In fact, on the continent of Elphes, some high-ranking nobles carry magical instruments for protection.

These magical instruments may be in the form of inner armor, a piece of jewelry, or a belt.

When encountering a critical life-threatening situation, these protective magic instruments will emit a stress response, generate shields, or other life-saving magic to protect the wearer's life.

As a very important member of the royal family, Groom certainly has such a protective magic weapon on his body, and there are more than one.

But he just now clearly felt that several protective magic weapons on his body were indeed activated and produced protective magic.

But these protective magics were instantly crushed one by one by the blood-red vines, and they were not even able to resist for half a second.

Now Grum fully understood why Granir was so out of control.

A magician who can do this is undoubtedly epic.

There are actually some epic level warriors among the elves, so the wolf cub's lie about military information is outrageous.

This time it was Lu Yi, the elder of the life system, who took action.

Lu Yi's voice was soft, but it was filled with a cold chill: "The beasts of Alex's family are still the same as they were six hundred years ago, exuding a disgusting smell from the very bottom to the soul."

This made the Holy Light Wolf Beqi also shocked. Aren't these humans very powerful? How could one of them be subdued in one go?

Granier shouted eagerly: "Your Highness"

As he spoke, he pulled out the long sword on his back, slashed it vertically, and a sword light that was seventy or eighty meters long emitted.

The long sword's blade is bright silver, while its jaw is golden. It is one meter long and six centimeters wide.

This sword light slashed towards a bunch of weaker elves.

Granir's intention is also very obvious. He wants to kill as many weak elves as possible and plunge the elves into chaos to the greatest extent, so as to create an excellent opportunity to escape.

He also knew very well that with five epic levels, if he fought head-on, he, a ninth-level swordsman, might be crushed to death like a little ant.

The distance between Granir and the group of elves is only twenty meters at most. With the fighting spirit of a ninth-level swordsman, the sword light emitted by him may not be used for a fraction of a second, but it will cut the flesh of the elves and cause countless deaths and injuries.

But a strange scene happened. The sword energy had been flying at an extremely fast speed for three or four seconds, but it was always five or six meters away from the elves.

Granir was extremely shocked, but he did not believe in evil, and he used all his strength to cut twenty or thirty swords in a row.

His slashing speed was extremely fast, and each sword slash was extremely smooth. It only took less than two seconds to slash through twenty or thirty swords.

Every time he strikes with a sword, there will be a sword light, and even when he draws up the sword, it will also bring out a sword light.