Elven History Song

In the distance, a white figure flashed up and stood between Ling Aohan and Karl.

"Donghuang!?"

Jia'er, who was nestling in Ling Aohan's arms, immediately recognized the young man who looked like a junior high school student standing in front of them.

Standing in front of Ling Aohan was Donghuang, who was known as the strongest man. Wearing a pure white dress, the boy who looked to be only sixteen years old gave people an unexpected sense of coordination. The delicate facial features do not contain any expression, and the short light blue hair sways gently in the breeze.

"Jia'er, please stay away first."

"Master!?"

"nothing."

Ling Aohan handed Jiaer to Toby. Toby put Jia Er on his back and looked at each other with Ling Aohan. He wanted to say something but did not say it.

The people around him were still standing on both sides of the street, watching Ling Aohan walk towards Donghuang step by step.

There was a hint of solemnity on Donghuang's face. Although his body was that of a junior high school student, his aura was genuine. After all, this kind of thing couldn't be faked.

Karl also gradually recovered from the blow that Ling Aohan had just received. When he saw Dong Huang standing in front of him, he immediately understood what had just happened.

"Thank you, Lord Donghuang."

"No need, just leave the rest to me."

"Yes, please be careful."

Karl retreated, leaving Donghuang to confront Ling Aohan.

"I ask you why you killed those knights."

"Let me ask you, why do you have high power but cannot see that the people are living in poverty?"

Ling Aohan's words made Donghuang confused.

"how do I say this?"

"Let me ask you, why was it that when I was about to kill that sword master, no one stood up and shouted to stop?"

silence.

Donghuang saw everything that just happened, but everything was as Ling Aohan said. No one stopped Ling Aohan from killing Karl.

"I ask you, why are you silent?"

Donghuang had realized that he had made a mistake. Why were people afraid when Ling Aohan killed those knights? Is it because Ling Aohan's power is too strong?

No.

Ling Aohan was the hero who helped them. He killed the knights who made the people miserable. But Ling Aohan was going to be executed for killing people, and they didn't want to see their hero killed like this. They were too weak, but they still wanted to help Ling Aohan. Ultimately, what they fear is what will happen to them after they help Ling Aohan.

After understanding this, Donghuang also understood why he and Ling Aohan were currently at war with each other, but the people around him still did not take refuge. Instead, they stood around with an attitude of despising death.

They planned to risk their lives to cover Ling Aohan's departure. Even if they died, they did not want to see the hero who saved them killed like this.

"You who know nothing are all guilty."

The sound of sword collision sounded from in front of Donghuang, and Donghuang, who was still stunned, was instantly awakened. Ling Aohan's attack on Donghuang was blocked by Karl's sword, but Ling Aohan was stronger in terms of skill and strength.

"Fourth level water magic·Shiki water annihilation"

The high-density water droplets condensed and spread instantly, forming a waterfall-like water flow surging down from above Ling Aohan.

The fire of the soul condensed into a pillar of fire and erupted, swallowing up the unnecessary water flow instantly. Donghuang and Karl were forced back by the sudden blue flame. The two of them looked at Ling Aohan, who was standing unscathed, with doubts in their hearts.

"Is this the strongest? Too weak. If you only have this kind of strength, then you are not even qualified to see my true body."

"I admit that I underestimated you. Next, I will let you see my strength."

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and the air inhaled into the nasal cavity was filled with a strong chill. Everyone's exhaled air was filled with white mist, and the exhaled water vapor instantly froze into tiny ice particles.

"Cold Hell."

The surrounding temperature has dropped to a level that cannot be measured by humans. The unspeakable cold is eroding the people inside. The blood in the whole body will be frozen in an instant. At such a temperature, all organs and tissues will freeze like dead leaves with a little force. broken.

When Donghuang used this skill, he deliberately narrowed the range between him and Ling Aohan to prevent others from being accidentally killed by this skill.

"Is that all?"

Ling Aohan has the protection of soul fire, which will not have any impact on him even in such an environment.

Not only the onlookers, but also Dong Huang were shocked by Ling Aohan. One of Donghuang's best killing moves is this seventh-level water magic, Cold Prison. Everyone who was attacked by this skill was dead except Ling Aohan.

"Withering Fire."

Black flames ignited from the surroundings, forming a circular circle surrounding Donghuang, Karl and Ling Aohan. When the Withering Fire was ignited, the surrounding temperature returned to normal, and the cold prison that Donghuang was proud of was instantly cracked.

The Withering Fire is not like the Soul Fire that can engulf objects with souls or things created by objects with souls, but simply burns everything. Once the withering fire is ignited, it will never be extinguished until it burns everything.

When he was still in the normal world, Ling Aohan was unable to use the Withering Fire without Gabriel's help. But now, he has become the real Gabriel. He can now use the abilities that he could not use before, and the abilities that he could use before have also been greatly improved.

"Please do not touch this flame casually. Once it burns into your body, it will never go out before it burns you completely."

Karl knew very well that he was not at the same level of strength as Donghuang, who was known as the strongest, but Ling Aohan was even worse than him. Once these two people officially start fighting, I'm afraid I won't even have a chance to intervene.

The ice condensed into a unique war hammer in Donghuang's right hand. One step, two steps, Donghuang and Ling Aohan approached each other. Karl knew very well that standing where he was at this moment was the greatest help to Donghuang.

There was a sound of metal clashing, here and there. The two relied on their own speed to constantly change directions and attack each other within this small range. Although Donghuang's speed was far slower than Ling Aohan's, within this small range, the temporary speed lag would not be a problem for the time being.

One after another, the two of them had fought countless times in this small area. But as time passed, Donghuang gradually felt exhausted and could no longer keep up with Ling Aohan's speed.

From the initial competition between the two, it turned into Ling Aohan's pursuit of Donghuang. Due to severe physical exhaustion, Donghuang stopped chasing Ling Aohan and instead stood still and stopped, resisting Ling Aohan's attacks from all directions.

At this moment, Ling Aohan was gradually speeding up his speed.

Continuous attacks from all directions overwhelmed Donghuang, who was armed with giant soldiers, and gradually fell into a disadvantage. But Karl, who was watching from the sidelines, was nowhere to be seen at this moment.