I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 159 Night Elf Rilla

The orange-red sun has climbed high into the sky, and the surrounding temperature is also rising rapidly. The blue-robed mage continues to explain the rules of the game, and his charming voice resounds throughout the Black Thorn Arena.

"When all the quotas for the second round of the finals are locked, it will be conducted in a one-on-one manner. The contestants will draw lots to determine their opponents in the second round of the finals. Seven people will be eliminated in this round. The specific details are

The promotion rules are still under discussion by the judging panel and we will notify you as soon as the decision is made."

Lancelot's face has turned a little pale at this time. Such rules are simply deliberately making things difficult for him. His strength itself is not strong. Now he is at the bottom of the points ranking and his hope of advancement has become even slimmer.

"This concludes the opening ceremony of the finals of this Black Thorns Competition. I would like to thank the Free Land Alliance for sponsoring the competition, and also thank all the audience friends for coming!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the blue-robed mage disappeared. Lancelot looked at the air in front of him. Although he knew that this woman was not Gloria, he still felt a sense of loss.

Although the blue-robed mage had left everyone's sight, Gloria's voice began to sound again in the arena: "This morning, the first final will be held in the Black Thorn Arena, between the night elf Rilla and the Black Thorn.

Gladiator Lancelot!”

"Snap, snap, snap!"

The audience on the stage immediately became excited. It was almost ten o'clock in the morning and the game was finally about to officially start.

"Please leave the gladiators whose names have not been called. I look forward to the two warriors giving everyone a wonderful performance!"

The contestants on the field heard the blue-robed mage's instructions and turned around and walked towards the entrance.

"Lancelot, fight well!" Eusebio patted the boy on the shoulder and said this before leaving, and then followed the crowd out of the arena.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The audience on the field returned to their previous state, repeating the same words crazily.

A minute later, the twenty-three contestants had all left the arena one after another. At this time, only Lancelot and the night elf named Rilla were left in the center of the arena.

"The duel begins!" the blue-robed mage finally gave the order.

The sun is still scorching today. Although it has not yet reached noon, the scorching breath fills the entire Blackthorn Arena. The roars and boos of the audience have heated up the atmosphere to the highest point.

Lancelot wore a silver armor and a round helmet on his head. The white tassels matched his silver hair very well.

"Relax, Lancelot, don't be nervous." The boy took a deep breath, trying to stabilize his mind.

The boy turned his head and saw a slender night elf standing not far away, looking at him with the same vigilant eyes.

According to the list of contestants that Gloria just read, Lancelot learned that the night elf was named Rilla. When he saw the two proud bulges on the opponent's chest, he guessed that the opponent should be a female elf.

The night elf did not wear armor like Lancelot, but only wore thin fabrics. Under the tall and shiny chest was a slender waist, coupled with two round and slender thighs, such a sexy figure

It's simply tempting to commit crime.

However, Lancelot didn't feel much, because the night elf's skin was a strange dark blue, and his eyes were also strangely golden. The golden pupils paired with the blue skin gave people a very abrupt feeling.

The dark elf is about in his early twenties, about 1.7 meters tall, with long black hair draped over his shoulders. His ears are slightly pointier than ordinary humans, and his facial features are delicate and small. If he had fair skin, he would definitely be a fragrant person.

beautiful girl.

Lancelot gently pulled with his left hand and took off the gray cloth belt around his waist. At the same time, he reached his right hand behind his back to hold the handle of the gun, and held the two-meter-long war gun horizontally in front of him.

The boy stared intently at the night elf in front of him. The opponent did not have any protective measures, no doubt to reduce the load. Lancelot guessed that the opponent's movements should be very fast.

Lancelot noticed that the night elf had a golden dagger on his waist and a one-meter-long short bow on his back.

[It seems that this guy is an archer.] The boy suddenly had a bad premonition. He did not have a shield in his hand that could be used to withstand arrows.

Rilla blinked her golden pupils, actually showed a friendly smile to the boy, and said in a voice as pleasant as a silver bell: "Relax, Lancelot."

"You, how do you know my name?" Lancelot froze on the spot, he was a little confused by the night elf's behavior.

"Is this weird? It's like you don't know my name." Rila curled her lips and took off the short bow from her back as she spoke.

Lancelot did not respond to the night elf's words. He held the spear tightly with both hands and got ready for battle.

"Wait, something seems wrong?" Lancelot muttered in a low voice. He frowned and glanced at Rilla from head to toe. He didn't notice the existence of arrows. He was an archer with only a bow but no arrows.

Simply unheard of.

"Come here!" Lancelot shouted, trying to look more imposing.

"Don't worry, I still have something to say to you."

Ruila raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and actually walked straight towards Lancelot!

"You, what do you want to do?" Lancelot subconsciously took two steps back when he saw this scene. The palm of his hand holding the war gun began to sweat. He didn't know what the night elf wanted.

The night elf seemed to have expected that Lancelot would not attack him and did not slow down at all. After a few seconds, he walked up to the boy and reached out to gently push away the gun in front of him.

Lancelot actually slowly let go of his hands, and the war gun fell to the ground with a thud.

Rilla twisted her slender waist and stopped only twenty centimeters away from Lancelot, looking at the boy with her golden pupils.

Lancelot's eyes widened. He felt that his body seemed to be out of control at all. The night elf's delicate face was so close, and he had a nice body fragrance on him.

The boy couldn't help but take a deep breath. He couldn't tell what the specific scent was. It was a bit like a mixture of roses and osmanthus.

Rilla's face is right in front of you, and her thick eyelashes are clearly visible in the sunlight. Although the night elf's skin is dark blue, it looks extremely delicate when viewed up close, especially the thin light blue lips, which make people think.

The urge to kiss.

"Lancelot, am I beautiful?" Rilla's silvery voice asked, making the boy's heart tremble.

“Beautiful, beautiful”

"Then are you willing to take off your helmet and let me see your face clearly?"

"good"

Without saying a word, Lancelot immediately reached out and took off his helmet, throwing it to the ground.

The boy's long white hair suddenly spread over his shoulders, and a pale and delicate face appeared in front of Ruila.

(End of chapter)