Throne of Vientiane Civilization

Although neither of them used their full strength in the last contest, Sion was still not convinced. He did not think that as an elf druid, he would lose to an elf knight!

As Sion's voice grew louder, Zhou Xu and Locke, who were talking, also looked over.

At one glance, Locke suddenly showed anger.

"Sion, that stinky boy!"

While speaking, Locke was about to scold, but was stopped by Zhou Xu.

"Clan Leader Locke doesn't need to be angry. It's just a small matter. Let them go. Silk has a sense of proportion and nothing will happen."

At the same time, Sion's words made Silk frown.

He didn't think that the opponent could defeat him if he could use Druid transformation. At this stage, the gap between them was almost insurmountable, but he still chose to refuse.

"It's not necessary. You will get hurt if you do that. Now that we have just negotiated an alliance, this is not a good thing."

"This is just me wanting to fight you, it has nothing to do with anything else!"

I don’t know if it’s Silk’s illusion, but these wood elves are generally quite stubborn in character. At this time, Sion looks like he won’t give up until he achieves his goal.

This gave Hilke a headache, and at the same time, he subconsciously turned back and glanced at the direction of their Majesty.

Feeling Hilke's gaze, Zhou Xu, who was paying attention to what was going on here, nodded slightly at him. Hilke suddenly knew what was going on.

"Okay, but this is the last time."

"no problem!"

When Sean saw Silk agreeing, his face suddenly lit up and he agreed without thinking.

During this period, the other elf knights were still responsible for ensuring the safety of their majesty. They stood at various guard positions and did not move. However, when the wood elves saw this, they gathered around to watch the excitement.

After all, they also knew that the previous battle with the opponent had ended in a disastrous defeat for Sion.

Of course, at that time, Sion, as a druid, did not use transformation at all.

Now that the seal of the transfiguration has been lifted, with both sides going all out, who will win and who will lose? They were really a little curious.

Even Zhou Xu and Locke, who were sitting not far away, couldn't help but cast glances at this moment.

Sion, who had put a certain distance away and was already prepared, looked at Silk who was still standing where he was. Sion couldn't help but urge him.

"Hurry up and ride on your horse."

Obviously, in Sion's view, Silk, as an elf knight, can only exert his full strength by riding a war horse.

But Silk had no such plans.

"No need, let me wait until you win first."

As Silk said that, he put his hand on the hilt of the silver steel sword, making a posture ready to draw the sword at any time.

When Sain saw this, he stopped talking nonsense.

He had already made up his mind. This time, he would directly recite the mantra and perform the transformation technique without saying a word!

Unexpectedly, similar ancient Elvish language would also sound in Silke's mouth.

[Air flow barrier! 】

At that moment, when Silk drew his sword and rushed out, his body was quickly wrapped in air currents visible to the naked eye, making his thrust faster.

In the blink of an eye, a cold blade broke through the airflow and stabbed directly into Sion's throat.

The fatal threat made Sion instantly feel cold all over his body. With a look of panic on his face, he stopped speaking his true words and quickly hid behind him.

Seeing this scene, Silk was speechless. After all, his actual combat experience was too poor. He could clearly see that this kid Sion had never fought anyone in a life-or-death fight.

Seeing the embarrassed evasive look, Silk turned his sword and while avoiding the opponent's fatal vitals, he swept his leg, causing him to fall heavily into the dust.

Before the opponent could recover, Silk quickly controlled both of Sion's arms and placed the silver steel sword on the opponent's neck.

The coldness radiating from the blade caused goosebumps to appear on the skin of Sion's neck. At this time, Silk only needed to exert a little force, and the blade could easily cut his throat.

"Do you understand now? Your defeat has nothing to do with whether you can cast the transformation spell. In front of me, you have no chance to cast it."

At this moment, the expressions on the faces of the wood elves watching, including Locke, were almost dull.

Only the elf knights headed by Zhou Xu still looked calm, obviously they had expected this outcome.

Letting Silk fight Sion, it is no exaggeration to say that it is equivalent to asking a well-trained professional soldier to fight an ordinary person who has not received any training at all. What chance does the other side have of winning? The outcome was doomed from the beginning.

Sion, who had been full of dissatisfaction before, thinking that if he had another fight, he would definitely win if he used the druid's transformation technique, now he was despairing under Silk's merciless words, and his self-confidence was almost completely destroyed. rout.

But in fact, Silk showed mercy.

The silver steel sword in his hand was sharp after all. If he didn't use some strength, he would draw blood accidentally.

Not to mention he also has a blast of wind.

If he had directly launched Wind Slash at that time, Sion would not have been defeated simply, but died simply.

The wood elves who were watching now looked at Silk with a bit of awe for the strong man in their eyes.

It wasn't until this moment that they clearly realized the gap in strength between them.

Ignoring the ashen-faced Sion, Silk sheathed his sword and left. Locke, who saw this scene from a distance, couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing this, Zhou Xu expressed relief.

"This child is still too young. He has lived in the forest since he was a child and has never seen the outside world. He doesn't know the heights of the world. Now he has learned some lessons from Silk and it is a good thing to recognize his own strength early. Otherwise, he will encounter difficulties in the future. The enemy will not show mercy to him, and he will be dead. "

Listening to Zhou Xu's relief, Locke nodded.

At first I thought there was nothing wrong with it, but then when I thought about it, I kept feeling that something was wrong.

[Listen to this, why do you think you are talking about our wood elves in disguise? 】

Thinking of this, Locke glanced at Zhou Xu calmly.

But he found that there was nothing strange on Zhou Xu's face, which made Locke start to wonder if he was overthinking it.

[Anyway, this statement still makes sense. Even Silk and his group were almost wiped out. We can’t go on like this anymore. We really need to get serious and improve the strength of our group. Got it! 】

Although he didn't know what Locke was thinking at this time, Zhou Xu could roughly guess what he was thinking, and he laughed secretly in his heart.

This conversation went much smoother than he expected!