I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 189 Last Words

Kelvin's tone was filled with fear, and he unconsciously relaxed his grip on his hands.

Bloom raised a grin, took the opportunity to suddenly lift the dagger, and then raised his leg to kick the knight's breastplate hard.

"puff!"

Kelvin's strong body flew upside down like a kite with its string broken, and then fell heavily to the ground. The long sword in his hand fell aside, and scarlet blood began to overflow from the corner of his mouth.

Lancelot still didn't move, just standing there like a piece of wood, watching helplessly as Bloom slowly walked towards the place where Kelvin fell.

He wanted to rush forward to save the knight, but the opponent had easily deflected his full blow, and there was obviously nothing he could do about it.

"Hoo, ho, ho." The knight covered his chest with his left hand and supported the ground with his right hand, trying to stand up again, but the severe pain in his chest did not allow him to do so, and he finally collapsed to the ground.

Kelvin heard the sound of rustling footsteps in his ears, and felt a deep fear in his heart. The knight had just been kicked by the high elf and had broken several ribs.

Now he has completely lost the ability to move and can only lie on the ground waiting for the death sentence.

Bloom came to stand in front of the knight, with a trace of pity on his handsome face, seeming to express sympathy for Kelvin's situation.

"Kelvin, is there anything else you want to say before you die?"

Kelvin's mouth was still bleeding, and he looked at Bloom with dull eyes. He knew that death was coming, so he struggled to utter a few words: "Please take my place."

"ah!"

Before the knight could finish speaking, Bloom had inserted two bloody daggers deeply into Kelvin's neck, stirred them wantonly and tore them out.

In an instant, two blood arrows sprayed out.

Kelvin's expression became distorted with pain and resentment, and with a shrill scream, his whole body began to shake violently. After a few seconds, his eyes full of humiliation lost their luster.

"Bah, that's disgusting."

The high elf slowly walked back to the troll's body, wiped the blood on his face with his sleeve, and whispered with disgust on his face.

"It's your turn, Lancelot. If you have any last words, it's best to say them now."

Bloom leaned against Gullit's thigh and raised the dagger in his hand towards the boy, his tone full of contempt.

Lancelot heard the shouts of the high elf and woke up from a dream. He glanced at the place where Kelvin fell. The ground around him was already stained red with blood. This time, Bloom did not step on the knight's head.

It seems that Kelvin has left the last trace of dignity.

Now only Lancelot and Bloom were left on the field, and the melee turned into a one-on-one duel.

"Wait a minute!"

The scorching wind hit the boy's face, and Lancelot felt as if his whole body was about to be roasted. He raised his right hand and shouted to the boy.

At this time, the more than 50,000 spectators on the stage were already thirsty. This melee had dragged on for too long, making these guys look like wilted eggplants.

They just wanted this damn game to end quickly, but Lancelot on the stage seemed to be deliberately delaying time. He first threw the spear in his hand to the ground, and then began to take off the silver armor that covered his body.

The high elves in the distance were not anxious at all, waiting patiently for Lancelot to remove the silver steel plate.

"Damn it, why don't you fight?"

"That loser who takes off his armor, please surrender quickly!"

"I'm going to die from the sun, these two sons of bitches!"

Waves of obscene words came from the auditorium, immediately filling the entire arena.

At this time, Lancelot had taken off all his armor, leaving only a white short robe soaked in sweat. He bent down to pick up the spear and stared at Bloom in the distance.

"Huh? Something's wrong!"

Lancelot suddenly exclaimed in his heart. He clenched his fist with his left hand and tried to keep himself calm.

Because he saw that the wounds on Gullit's body were slowly healing! This guy is not dead yet!

And because Bloom had his back to the troll, he didn't notice anything strange behind him.

The troll seemed to have learned the lesson after his rebirth this time, and did not make any noise. Apparently he did not want to disturb the high elf leaning on his lap.

After Lancelot learned that he was still alive, he had an idea, pointed his spear at the high elf and shouted: "Bloom, tell me why you came to participate in this game!"

"Lancelot, are these your last words?" The high elf yawned and responded with a look of disdain: "I can tell you the answer, but this is the last question before you die."

"make a deal!"

Lancelot slowly walked towards the high elf, stopped five meters away from him, inserted his spear deeply into the ground, and then sat down.

Seeing that the boy had a calm face and seemed to have accepted the fate of death, the high elf also patted the dust on his clothes and sat down face to face with Lancelot.

A smile appeared on Bloom's handsome face, and his green eyes showed a calm expression.

If the high elf hadn't killed the sailor and knight just now, Lancelot would have almost thought that the other party was just a harmless noble young master.

"Lancelot, your opponent in the last match was Rilla, right?"

Lancelot was stunned when he heard this and nodded: "Yes, do you know her?"

"Of course we know each other. Those lowly night elves live in the same forest as our people." Bloom leaned on the troll's thigh and said with an unflattering smile: "I guess Rila came to participate in the competition just to win.

Black Thorn Emblem, and then drive away the high elves on the other side of the forest, is that right?"

Bloom's tone was very gentle, as if he was reminiscing with a friend.

"Indeed." Lancelot shrugged in affirmation.

"I will answer your question now, Lancelot."

Bloom said as he inserted two blood-stained daggers into the ground, clasped his hands together and then slowly pulled them apart on both sides.

I saw a golden ribbon stretched out along the palm of my hand, and the surface of the ribbon shone with dazzling light, even dimming the sunlight above my head.

Lancelot stared at the golden ribbon with wide eyes. This was his first close look at the mysterious aura released by the elves. In his opinion, it was not much different from magic.

"drink!"

The high elf roared, and the number of ribbons in his palm suddenly increased sharply.

One stick, two sticks, five sticks, twelve sticks!

Lancelot looked at the dense golden ribbons in front of him and swallowed subconsciously. He didn't know what the other party wanted to do.

"Bloom, what the hell is this?"

"This is a talent unique to our elves. It does not belong to the category of magic, and it has nothing to do with the so-called fighting spirit." Bloom said, raising his palms upward, and then slowly moved closer.

I saw that the ribbons suddenly formed a golden arch bridge, and the number became more and more, and they also became thinner and thinner.

"But it is purer than magic and more malleable than fighting spirit."

(End of chapter)