That's a fake elf

In the palace training ground, the nobles were sitting in the high auditorium, changing cups and cups, smiling and pointing at the young people in the training ground, chatting and laughing.

"It's just a training match. I didn't expect you to give away all the treasures at the bottom of the box!" Duke Bal of Mana smiled and said to the brothers beside him:

"Are you planning to retire early?"

"Hmph, you still have the nerve to accuse me, aren't you the same way?" Duke Aurora looked at Barr unhappily.

"I have long stopped going to the battlefield to gain merit. To me, [Phoenix Feather] is just a decoration, but your [Sword of Final Lament] is different."

Duke Mana looked at the blue-haired girl in the training ground, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

A trace of distress flashed in Duke Aurora's eyes, but it disappeared in an instant, and he said proudly:

"I have already applied to my father, and my eldest brother has agreed. So from now on, the [Sword of Last Lament] will be controlled by Hekeda until she gets married or dies in battle."

The night before yesterday, Hekeda suddenly found him and tried hard to get him, hoping to get the [Sword of Last Lament].

He hesitated for a long time and decided to ask his elder brother.

The reason for being so rigorous is that this weapon has extraordinary significance to the royal family of Peliano. It is not only the sword of many kings of Peliano, but it is also blessed by the divine power of the Statue of Liberty.

Only half of the royal family members agree that its transfer mechanism can take effect. Otherwise, even if it is taken away, it will be just an ordinary legendary sword.

Recognized sword holders will receive great blessings in the land of Peliano, and are equal to the sons of God.

Once upon a time, it was held by the princess Miria, and she made great achievements in battle.

But later, when Melia married Fanathil, she lost the right to use the sword, and was instead given to him by the king who was good at fighting.

Over the past few decades, with the help of this sword, he has turned defeat into victory countless times on the battlefield. He believes that his granddaughter will definitely shine in the Warriors Festival competition with this sword.

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Looking at Hekedena, who was staring at him intently, Liang felt chills running down his spine, especially when he saw the giant sword under her palm that was emitting cold air.

"It's just a training match, do you need to be so serious?" Li Ang said with a forced smile.

"The training match is to familiarize the noble children with the rules and environment of the Warriors' Festival Competition, so that they will not be defeated by those mud-legged people who want to reach the sky in one step." Hekeda turned her head, her pink eyes flashing A hint of dissatisfaction:

"If you fight with this mentality, I advise you to withdraw from the Warriors Day Competition as soon as possible."

"This place was originally closed to outsiders, but you were brought here by Ms. Alice, so you jumped in line."

"Ah ha ha ha." Li Ang touched his nose awkwardly, glanced at Duke Silver Moon who was setting up the barrier, and smiled bitterly.

"The rules of the training match are very simple. You can get to know each other within half an hour and form teams freely. The number of people cannot exceed five people."

Duke Silveryue walked up to the young man with a sneer on his lips:

"After completing the team formation, you will draw lots and be assigned to five different areas."

"Once the battle begins, everyone except those in your team will be enemies."

"Every half hour, the barrier in the combat area will shrink by a quarter. Those outside the barrier or seriously injured will be teleported away directly and judged as losers."

"After two hours, the barrier will be reduced to the size of a horse farm. The remaining team in each area will be the winning team. Each member of the team can obtain two magic souls."

Upon hearing [Magic Soul], the eyes of many nobles who had no intention of fighting suddenly lit up.

"What, there is actually a magic soul in this training match?"

"What is a magic soul?"

"You are from the countryside, right? Magic souls are soul fragments that can only be dropped from high-level monsters. Only top-level spellcasters can collect them. If they are sacrificed to the gods, they can directly improve our skills!"

"That must be valuable?"

"nonsense."

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"Brother, if it doesn't work, forget it. I don't care if there are any prizes." Lona took hold of Li Ang's arm, with a hint of grievance flashing in her eyes.

The children of the nobles present are all elite warriors who have experienced many battles. They are basically 27 or 30 years old, some are in their 60s, and their levels are basically level [-] and above.

When Li Ang said that he was a druid and wanted to join the team, those people also said that the most they could do was let him join, while Lorna could only stand aside.

If you have to join, it's not impossible, but all the final prizes for the two of them must be given to them.

Because in their opinion, the level 45 great swordsman has no advantage at all in this kind of melee, and even if he comes, he will be a fool.

"Since we are members of the same team, we should have equal rights. If you want to use your strength to oppress others, I will never allow it. And the person being oppressed is my sister, so that is even more impossible."

Li Ang said in a deep voice.

"Hey, if you don't have the strength, don't come here to embarrass yourself. This is not a children's playground. Only true warriors can wear the crown of victory."

A nobleman in gorgeous clothes with a golden sword on his waist sneered and said disdainfully.

"You have the guts to say it again."

"What's the matter again, if you don't have the strength..."

Before he finished speaking, the noble was punched away by Li Ang. Before he could even draw his sword, he flew dozens of meters away and couldn't get up from the ground for a long time.

It wasn't until two druids lifted him out of the barrier that everyone realized that this guy had been eliminated early, and they suddenly showed expressions of disbelief.

No one thought that this elf who claimed to be a druid and seemed to have no strength could actually have such a powerful force. Aren't all elves said to be physically weak?

"Hey, do you want to join our team?"

"Who are you?" Li Ang looked at the silver-haired half-elf girl wearing a white dress, holding a red feather staff, and wearing a purple forget-me-not on her head. A strange color flashed in Li Ang's eyes.

For some reason, this girl gave him a sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

"Hey, is there something dirty on my face?" The silver-haired girl panicked and touched her face.

"No, I just feel familiar when I see you. Have we met somewhere?"

"I have a good memory, and I can confirm that this was the first time we met."

"Introduce yourself, I am Emilia Perliano, an elemental mage."

The silver-haired half-elf breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face. He pointed to the male night elf who was adjusting the strings next to him and said:

"He is my companion, Barbatos, a bard."

"Hello." The bard smiled slightly and said politely.

"Hello, I am Leon Yoguthrassil, a great druid. The person next to me is my sister, Lorna Yoguthrasil, a great swordsman."

A flash of light flashed in Li Ang's eyes, and he immediately remembered the identity of this girl.

Emilia, the daughter of Gaheris, the second son of Duke Mana, is said to have night elf blood. She grew up in the Silver Moon Forest and went to the Mage Alliance to study as an adult.

"So you are Li Ang!" Amelia covered her mouth, her eyes sparkling.

"Brother, stop chatting. The time is almost up and we still have one person missing." Lona grabbed Li Ang's arm and shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, Duke Silveryue asked two druids to carry out a box and walk into the barrier:

"The time is up, everyone, please elect a captain and come up to draw lots."