The Marvel Travels of the Beast God General

"Blood Elf?"

Stepan murmured, feeling that Tilda's description was basically correct. These blood elves no longer had any dark energy in their bodies, and it was no longer appropriate to call them dark elves.

Tilda was very satisfied with the twenty or so blood elves who had successfully completed the modulation. After all, they all debugged it according to their own ideas and combined with Casbarius's template.

She walked forward slowly and carefully examined the blood elf at the front. He was stronger than the dark elf, and the holes in his eyes flashed with the same scarlet light as the Ark dimension from time to time.

"Stepan, let the blood elves and the cursed warriors of the dark elves compete."

Stepan was a little surprised when he heard this. Tilda knew very well how powerful the Cursed Warrior was, and the new blood elves would definitely not be a match for the Cursed Warrior.

"But, Lady Tilda, might the Cursed Warrior be too powerful?"

Tilda waved her hand and answered confidently.

"I'm afraid ordinary dark elf warriors are no match for blood elves. It's better to let cursed warriors who have not activated dark energy be their opponents."

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Stepan was relieved when he heard Tilda's additional conditions. Deep in his heart, he did not want the few remaining cursed warriors to be lost in this boring test.

"I obey your orders, Lady Tilda."

Soon, Tilda's assistant brought a well-equipped cursed warrior to the collective brewing room.

Tilda pointed at the strongest blood elf and motioned for him to follow her. Then, Tilda turned around, led Stepan and the Cursed Warrior, and walked towards the testing site in the ark.

Stepan looked at the huge space in front of him and turned to ask Tilda.

"Ms. Tilda, there are no obstacles here. Do you want them to compete directly in close combat?"

Tilda looked at the silent blood elf and the cursed warrior in front of her with interest. The two people who had not changed into fighting form were almost the same size, but the cursed warrior had a armored stomach and a sword on his waist. The blood elves were only wearing single clothes.

"Of course, close combat can intuitively demonstrate their physical fitness. As for thermal weapons, they can be used after training."

Then, Tilda asked the blood elves.

"What equipment do you need? Since this is a test, it should be fair."

The blood elf slowly opened his mouth, but his voice was very hoarse.

"All I need is a pair of machetes."

Within a moment, someone delivered the pair of scimitars.

The Cursed Warrior and the Blood Elf slowly came to the field and stood facing each other. Both of them stared at each other's shoulders with sharp eyes, and the atmosphere in the testing ground solidified instantly.

The blood elf looked at the cursed warrior on the opposite side wearing sophisticated armor and stomach, and understood that he could not fight a protracted battle with his opponent, but needed to launch a strong attack.

He quickly raised the scimitar he was holding behind his back and rushed towards the cursed warrior. When the cursed warrior saw his shoulders moving slightly, he realized that he was going to take the initiative to attack, so he raised the tip of the sword in his hand in front of his eyes, making a defensive posture.

The blood elf soon arrived in front of the cursed warrior. He placed his right foot lightly and tilted his body to the left. Then, he turned his body with his left foot as the axis, and the scimitar slashed towards the cursed warrior.

Although the words were long, the blood elf moved very quickly. The cursed warrior only heard a sound breaking through the air and felt that the scimitar was about to hit his right arm.

The cursed warrior quickly turned slightly to the right and blocked the blood elf's scimitar with the sword in his hand.

"Clang!"

With a crisp clashing sound, the blood elf's scimitar brushed against the cursed warrior's sword. Seeing that his strong attack was ineffective, he kicked off his left foot, and his top-like figure instantly fell towards the Cursed Warrior, trying to knock the Cursed Warrior away.

The cursed warrior was also very experienced. When he saw this action of the blood elf, he immediately understood his intention and retreated slightly to avoid the collision. But the cursed warrior didn't expect that this was just a fake move by the blood elf. In a flash of lightning, he pushed the handle of the scimitar in his hand against the cursed warrior's chin.

The cursed warrior retreated and had no time to avoid this attack. The cursed warrior had no choice but to take a deep breath, raise his body taller, and accept the blow with his chest instead of his chin.

"winter!"

The cursed warrior's breastplate made a loud noise, and his body flew backwards.

Stepan, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, saw the cursed warrior being beaten back before he could react. He opened his mouth wide and looked at this scene with some disbelief. He found that the blood elves were faster than ordinary dark elves, and the cursed warriors had not adapted to the blood elves' fighting rhythm at all.

But the cursed warrior quickly stood up, and he let out a roar, venting his anger at being blown away by the blood elves. Immediately afterwards, he put the sword on his chest, used his left shoulder as the angle of attack, and charged towards the blood elves.

"Dongdongdong!"

With the dull sound of footsteps, the cursed warrior became faster and faster, crashing into the blood elves with an unmatched momentum.

The blood elves would definitely not just sit there waiting to be hit. He lightly kicked his left foot and jumped to the right.

But he didn't expect that the cursed warrior's impact seemed to be full of momentum, but the cursed warrior left some room. When he was jumping in the air and had nowhere to use his strength, he slashed the sword horizontally and slashed hard at the blood elf's waist. between.

In a hurry, the blood elf could only lower the scimitar in his hand, trying to block the heavy blow.

"clang!"

The cursed warrior's sword struck the scimitar hard, and the huge force contained in it caused the scimitar to deflect.

"Tear" sound.

A large gash was opened in the blood elf's stomach, and the internal organs flowed out.

The cursed warrior knew that they were just competing, so he stopped what he was doing and stood aside quietly waiting for Tilda to announce the result.

However, a scene that made him feel unbelievable appeared. The blood elf threw away the scimitar in his hand, stretched out his hands, stuffed the organs back directly, and then covered the wound on his stomach. After a while, granulation sprouted from the blood elf's wound, and the wound soon returned to its original state.

Just when the two were about to continue their action, Tilda's voice came from the side.

"stop!"

The two of them stopped what they were doing in unison and turned to look at Tilda and Stepan who were walking towards them.

Tilda clapped her hands gently, her eyes filled with admiration. There was both joy at the success of the blood elf concoction and recognition of the cursed warrior's strength.

"Stepan, you saw it. I wonder if you are satisfied with the result of this preparation?"