Ride and Cut

The elf stabbing technique has a distinctive style, as gorgeous and light as a dance, but it is by no means a flashy fist and embroidered legs, and it contains a very dangerous and murderous intent.

Dominique is obviously a master of this technique, and his swordsmanship contains many movements that can hardly be reproduced with human flexibility. Faced with the extraordinary transformation of swords into whips, he also responded with extraordinary agility.

The rapier is too thin to bear the strength, but judging from the blazing and bright grudge that is the size of a grain of wheat, it is clearly extremely pure. Li Cha can conclude that piercing through three layers of heavy armor with this sword will not be more difficult than piercing a piece of window paper.

But the whole set of blood armor on Dracula's body was suddenly disintegrated into parts, and he smashed his head and face at Dominic.

No matter how clever his body skills were, there was no way he could dodge the whole set of armor that hit him at a close distance.

In fact, the power of this hasty "armor removal method" is very limited. After all, Dracula's blood power is not endless, too much or too little blood is not convenient to use.

Just because the guy is big doesn't mean he can do anything. If he throws dozens of pounds at once without charging, the effect can only be said to be better than nothing. Changing to a human swordsman who can withstand beatings will not produce much effect in all likelihood, and the opponent may take the opportunity to fight back.

But the elves' slender body characteristics determine that they can only take the light and fast route, and it is absolutely impossible to take into account rough skin and thick flesh at the same time. Even an expert like Dominic can hardly break through the limitations of the race itself.

He only had time to make a movement of withdrawing his sword and returning to defense. He had already received a solid blow on his forehead, and his eyes instantly lost sight. The whole person floated backward like a fallen leaf, and then hit the ground heavily.

A group of strong men from the alpine fort rushed forward and pressed him firmly on the cold ground with his hands cut behind his face.

This guy is quite tough, struggling desperately, three or five strong men almost couldn't hold it down. It's hard to imagine that there are such heroes among the elves who are famous for their softness.

"How is it possible!" the little white-faced elf prince screamed like killing a chicken.

"His Royal Highness, if I say I want to break your legs, I will definitely do it." The lord shrugged and smiled very kindly, "Don't say I don't respect the guests, which leg do you want to break first?"

Li Cha was not surprised by this result at all. Since getting the space ring that can accommodate living things, Dracula's strength has more than doubled compared to before - that is a qualitative change.

Sufficient blood supply brings a variety of styles of play, and it is normal to suffer a loss for the first time.

If the two sides are familiar with each other, fighting may be another result. But this is not a child's play, if you lose, you win or you lose, so there are so many ifs.

"I'm a foreign envoy, you can't touch me!"

The warriors of the Alpine Fort have already started their actions. They already think they are quite restrained, but the speed of the forest elf ranger's rout is still as fast as a soldering iron burns butter. The little boy who was still high-spirited just now was held in the hands of a Shire warrior, just like a chicken.

"Li Cha, why don't you forget it." Annie tugged on Li Cha's sleeve lightly, her voice was as thin as a mosquito's, "He is the prince of the elf kingdom after all, he will be in trouble if he gets too big."

"Prince shit, it's just a wild elf that sprang out of a ravine." The lord stretched out his hand and scratched Annie's nose. "The elf kingdom has not even left a word. He is a prince."

"Actually... there's no need to do this for me." The sweetness in the half-elf's voice could kill a honey-loving brown bear.

"Can you be more sober?" Li Cha rolled his eyes and said stiffly, "What for you, I am obviously for the face of Gao Shanbao!"

Everyone knows that the lord is good-faced, and everyone around him immediately echoed.

The majestic Shire warrior raised high the beech stick with a thick wrist, and was about to collide with the leg bone in the next moment, and the result would be self-evident.

Seeing that it was inevitable, the elf prince didn't continue to beg for mercy like a softie.

"Say your name!" If resentment has weight, this little white face can crush the lord of the Alpine Castle to death just by looking at it, "Felidheim will always remember this shame!"

"Lord of the Alpine Castle, Marquess of Pompeii Empire and Guardian of the Wilderness, Eagle Knight, Dragon Slayer, Titan Terminator, Ripper Legion Commander..." Dracula sneered, "This list can be extended if necessary."

"My name is Li Cha, remember it clearly, don't pick the wrong person." The lord winked at him and snapped his fingers.

"Wait until the Titans come back to the world! You lowly monkeys! You have to pay for the blood... ah!"

The sharp screams resounded through the sky.

After a while, there was another sound.

Li Cha was startled for a moment, then walked away with a sneer.

"How is it handled?" Back at Du Pont's house, the fat old man asked without looking up.

Sinclair has already woken up, sitting on the armchair with her knees folded, her eyes are empty, she is not sure what she is thinking.

"A prince who claims to be from the kingdom of elves." The lord shrugged. "Seeing the undead, the most stubborn elves will give up training to unite to form a country one day. It's really a living sun coming out of the west."

"I seem to have heard some rumors about this matter, but I didn't expect it to come true." Du Pont handed Sinclair a plate of biscuits, but the latter didn't respond in a daze. "But this should be a good thing. After all, in the face of possible future invasions, elves are also human beings' comrades-in-arms."

"Not necessarily." Li Cha greeted an elf maid and asked her to take the others back first.

Some words are not suitable for too many people to hear, even for those who know the bottom line.

"you mean?"

Li Cha pursed his lips and shook his head, his face was a little dignified, "Master, you should know. In the Titan Era, elves were the favorites of Titans, and their status was many times higher than that of humans."

"so what?"

"Compared to today's current situation where they can only live in deep mountains and old forests and avoid human slave hunters, they must really miss the days when they were held in the hands of Titans." The lord shrugged pretendingly relaxed, "I suspect that they may be far less determined than humans in resisting Titans."

This is not his nonsense, but the association made by Richard when the unlucky elf prince Felidheim made harsh words.

Most of the harsh words are just emotional venting, but occasionally, some hints of things will be revealed.

The small living room fell into silence for a while, only the teapot sitting on the fireplace was hissing and steaming.

"This is just your guess, and it can't prove anything." Du Pont gave him a deep look.

"But..." Li Cha was about to continue talking when there was a sudden knock on the door.

"The distinguished guest has finally come to the door." Du Pont stood up and said as he walked towards the door, "Please allow me to introduce you grandly—the ancient dragon, Ms. Yeyu."