Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 80

Looking at the disappearing figure of the elf leader, Brian did not relax his vigilance, on the contrary, his expression suddenly became more dignified than ever.

As he walked, he put his hands casually on the hilt of his waist, and moved forward cautiously and quickly.

Because he knew very well that the fact that the elf leader Adlan wanted to take him away forcibly was probably not as simple as it seemed on the surface, and he quickly guessed the approximate reason.

If so...

Brian tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, and the fiercest murderous intent burst out from his obsidian-like shining eyes.

He walked through a path covered by weeds, and came to an open space with slightly sparse vegetation, and stopped under a lonely old oak tree.

Even if he didn't look up, he knew that the leaves of the old oak tree were changing from yellow to red. On the side facing the sun, some leaves were as red as fire, some were as red as February flowers, and some were dry and rusty. .

If a bleak cool wind blows, all the leaves will tremble on the branches, looking from a distance, it seems that a bright red flame is burning, shaking the flames in the autumn wind.

Sure enough, pieces of withered yellow and fiery red leaves could not help the entanglement of the autumn wind, drifting down from the branches, looking for their own belonging.

At this moment, Brian instantly felt a faint rustling sound coming from all directions around him at the same time, like a breeze blowing through leaves.

He knew that this was by no means rumors.

Brian looked cold and continued walking.

He deliberately accelerated his walking speed, and with the help of the crackling sound of broken branches, he quickly whispered a string of spells in an undetectable voice.

Suddenly, Brian freezes in place.

He heard a strange sound, it was definitely not the rustling of leaves falling to the ground, but the harsh cracking of dead branches accidentally trampled off by heavy footsteps...

——"One-ring spell: thunder wave!"

In an instant, a deafening thunder responded to Brian's mood at the moment, and a roar broke out, shaking the leaves in the forest like hundreds of daggers, splashing everywhere.

The moment the air wave surged out of Brian's body, four slim figures holding sharp knives also appeared at the same time.

Amidst the sound of wildly swaying bushes, like four goshawks swooping down, they came condescendingly towards him.

However, a sudden change occurred. Before the four black figures could reach Brian, a turbulent wave of air surrounded by thunder suddenly spread out.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

They were hit hard one by one, as if they had been slammed into the chest by a giant hammer. Their weak bodies were mixed with the flying leaves, and they were kicked out fiercely like broken balls.

The powerful thunder force caused the two of them to fall to the ground, their necks tilted and they fell unconscious on the spot. The third person lay on the ground struggling to get up with his sword. His mouth and nose were bleeding, and his face was full of pain.

The body of the last person soared into the air and hit the tree trunk like a sharp arrow, making soft sounds of bone shattering, and then, like a broken doll, slid down the rough tree trunk to the ground, motionless, only The slightly protruding chest seemed to be silently telling the remaining life.

Undoubtedly, they concealed their aura in an attempt to take the initiative with a sneak attack.

Brian walked forward slowly step by step, with only emotionless indifference and killing intent on his face.

The air was filled with unnatural dead silence, but the sharp sword in his hand gleamed coldly, expressing his blatant intent to these raiders.

At this moment, a sharp sword tore through the air and struck from Bryan's right side. Sensing this fatal attack, he reacted quickly.

Brian, who had been prepared for a long time, waved his sword to meet him without showing any weakness.

"clang!"

Amidst the piercing sound of metal clanging, the long sword he slashed quickly collided with dazzling sparks, smashing the deadly point of the sword directly to the ground, then shaking the wrist holding the sword, the long sword rolled upwards along the trend, and the sharp blade It came wrapped around, driving the attacker to stagger back with his sword raised.

In the end, the sharp sword was retracted at a lightning speed, and a cold light slashed across it, ruthlessly cutting off the muscles of the attacker's arm holding the sword. Feeling the pain, the attacker screamed repeatedly, but he never dropped the weapon in his hand.

However, this did not allow him to resist the sharp blade that returned amidst the screaming sound.

In the blink of an eye, the sharp sword in Brian's hand cut a deep gash on the leather armor of the sneak attacker, and blood spurted out of his chest like a horse.

Immediately afterwards, Brian slashed at the attacker's frightened head with a beheading sword.

"call out!"

At this critical moment, a silver light suddenly appeared in the forest, and it precisely hit Bryan's sword blade that was slashing at the attacker, bursting out dazzling sparks, causing it to slant suddenly and strike the attacker's shoulder .

Feeling the turbulent force from the blade, Brian's expression froze, and he turned around suddenly, avoiding a sharp arrow that flew past his shoulder.

He didn't care about expanding the results of the battle, and while he was on guard against the third attack in the forest, he quickly retreated.

"Brian, put down your weapon!"

A sonorous voice suddenly ordered, with an unquestionable tone.

Bryan ignored it, he clenched the hilt of his sword, and coldly observed the galloping figures that suddenly appeared in the forest.

Although at this time he could clearly feel that there were many longbows in the dark, with arrows on them, locking on his figure, but he was not afraid at all, and there was a calm and calm look in his obsidian-like shining eyes. shine.

A dozen vigorous figures walked out of the same forest, wearing dark green cloaks and furs, and walked straight towards Brian.

Brian bowed his back slightly like a feline, watching them intently, always guarding against cold arrows in the forest.

These elf rangers who appeared suddenly did not approach his attack range, but spread out in an orderly manner, guarding the various passages in the forest.

Behind the group of elf rangers, an elf man with an indifferent expression came out, wearing a white tight top and a black short coat. The gold petal necklace around his neck swayed with his steps, shining golden light like the sun.

'Golden Petal' Dalai, patriarch of the Siroma family, Brian recognized the identity of the headed elf man.

He moved his shoulders, tightened the sharp sword in his hand, and looked at these people with scrutiny.

He found that among these elf rangers, in addition to wearing the 'Golden Petal' emblem, there were also gemstone bushes, silver leaves and moon creeks from the other three elf families.

Brian immediately understood that this was most likely an action in which the four major families reached a consensus.

The elf rangers continued to approach, and Brian assumed a ready attack posture.

The patriarch of the 'Golden Petal' family continued to move forward with firm steps. He stopped in front of a sneak attacker whose chest stopped heaving, and leaned over to feel his breath.

The elven rangers spread out behind him and surrounded the sparse jungle, sealing off every gateway.

"You killed him!" Darai straightened up and stared at Brian angrily.

Immediately, he waved his hand again, and several men behind him immediately dragged the other four wounded lying on the ground, and hid in the jungle.

"That's your own fault." Brian met Dalai's eyes without fear, and responded with the same tone.

"Put down your weapons and stop resisting. We can save your life without fussing with you." Dalai clenched the hilt of his sword and walked closer and closer to Brian, "Otherwise..."

"Otherwise, what will happen to you?" Brian stood still, looked around vigilantly from the corner of his eye, and smiled contemptuously at the patriarch who was gradually approaching.

"Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude. Your Highness, Prince of Tigrela, you are a decent man. I think you don't want to be tied up in humiliation by us like a wild beast." Dalai He sneered and added word for word:
"We need your life. We will ask your father, the king, for a chance to survive. If you still think about this place where you once lived, just obediently grab it and we won't make things difficult for you."

"Just now, the hunter you are so proud of was killed and injured four times." Brian was unmoved, his words were very provocative, "So, if you want my life, you have to rely on your own ability Come and get it."

——"One-ring spell: Lesser Flame Ball!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of hot flames condensed in his palm without any warning and hit Dalai's head.

This sudden attack caused Dalai's expression to change.

He tilted his head instinctively, and the high-temperature flames whizzed past his scorched hair, fell on the withered yellow grass, and ignited a pervasive fire.

Brian didn't care when he saw that the spell didn't hit, it was obviously already under his control.

Holding a pinch of red, yellow, and blue powder in his palm, he quickly whispered a mysterious spell, immediately raised his left hand, and pointed two fingers directly at the bewildered elf patriarch.

——"One-ring spell: colorful spray!"

A dazzling light, brighter than the sun, scattered out in a cone shape as the palm powder disappeared, dispelling the shadows in the forest and enveloping the elf patriarch.

Afterwards, Brian's expression turned cold, and he raised his long sword to attack without hesitation.

"call out!"

However, at the moment when he was about to approach, a sharp arrow with a flash of silver light roared towards him again.

——"Spell Armor!"

Brian calmly activated the protective spells prepared in advance in "Arcane Preparations", and continued to charge up against the sharp arrows piercing through the air.

The rangers behind Dalai quickly set up their bows and shot arrows, aiming directly at the charging Brian.

at this time.

The weeds on the ground suddenly surged wildly, turning into a barrier of vines blocking the way, blocking the gap between Brian and Dalai, and also blocking the galloping arrows.

Looking at the impenetrable vine wall in front of him, Brian withdrew his offensive and looked around vigilantly.

As the dense vine wall disappeared without a trace, a flapping black raven flew between Brian and Dalai.

(End of this chapter)