"Fiona? Who is Fiona?" asked the Sword Master with some confusion.
Wushuang stood beside Berkebil and looked at the Sword Saint. He seemed to have really not remembered who Bill was talking about.
Ha, the guy that the female elf loved wholeheartedly and believed that her love was unswerving, even forgot her name.
Berkeley's expression remained calm, and he wasn't angry because the Sword Master had forgotten Fiona's name.
Wasn't this something that could have been foreseen? There's no need to get angry.
Berkeley didn't use his wand, he just raised his hand slightly and light magic quickly attacked the sword master.
Although the light elves are best at wood magic, they also know light magic, which is similar to the dark magic of the dark elves.
Wushuang watched Berkeley and the Sword Saint fighting back and forth with great interest.
The Sword Master was much younger than Berkebil—in terms of age and skill, it was certainly impossible for him to be on par with Berkebil.
For example, Wushuang's biological father, Frehor, is now fighting back and forth with the mage, but he is just playing.
Wushuang looked at Duke Orler, who was still neatly dressed and had the same aristocratic demeanor in the crowd, and raised his bow slightly.
The elves are good at archery and long-range attacks, so Duke Oriel is her target.
"call out--"
After the arrows were shot out, they turned from one to countless, all aimed at Duke Orel.
“Ding ding ding—”
Although there were many arrows, Duke Orel was protected by many people, and each of them tried hard to block Wushuang's attacks.
Wushuang closed his eyes silently, took a few deep breaths, and then suddenly opened his eyes, and his attack became even more powerful.
Wood magic, talismans, spells, etc., one deadly move after another was used to harvest the lives of the human race.
Wushuang originally didn't want to be so ruthless. The last time she went to rescue the captured tribesmen, she did not harm any human lives.
But this time they came here to die, so don't blame her.
"The light shines—"
A large-scale light healing magic with a very wide range enveloped the elves, quickly healing their wounds, and then they engaged in a more intense battle.
Relying on her powerful fighting ability, Wushuang found her way to Duke Orel at some point and quickly fed him the pill she had made.
"Duke Oriel, I can't kill you, but I can make you live a life worse than death." Wushuang fed him the elixir and quickly retreated. Before leaving, she even destroyed Oriel's magical talent.
Duke Oriel is a member of the royal family of the Ansel Empire. As a duke, he has great power and of course has a good talent for magic.
But now they have all been destroyed by Wushuang.
Ansiel is not the only royal family member of Oriel. After his magical talent is wasted, his territory will soon be taken back by the king of the empire and distributed to other royal families.
As for what she fed Oriel...
Doesn't he like to capture people of other races and sell them as slaves?
What Wushuang feeds him is what can turn him into the slaves he tortures.
“Ahem…” Duke Oriel was stunned after being defeated by Wushuang. Is this dark elf princess so powerful?
He was clearly just an elf who had just reached adulthood. How could he break through the heavy protection around him and attack him?
Wushuang ignored Oriel and followed his father and partner to kill off the human invaders.
The elves are not easy to mess with. Although their number is much smaller than that of humans, they are able to occupy the Elf Forest and not be destroyed. Isn’t it because the elves live long and have high talents?
It would not be easy for Oriel to deal with them impulsively.
Although some of the elves were seriously injured this time, at least they did not die immediately. They can recover by being sent back to the Elf Mother Tree and treated with the Fountain of Life.
However, many people died on the human side, and now that coach Olaer has been dismissed, the morale of the people has collapsed.
"retreat--"
The human invaders ran away, and the two trump cards invited by Oriel, the Mage Saint and the Sword Saint, were beaten half to death by Frehall and Berkebil, the father-in-law and son-in-law.
The two men originally wanted to escape, but Berkeley quickly subdued the Sword Master.
Although Berkebil and the Elf Tree had already expelled Fiona and no longer accepted her as an elf, Berkebil, the Elf King, was very unhappy with the Sword Master's treatment of the elves.
Thus, the Sword Master lost his life here.
The Mage Saint did not have as high aggro value as the Sword Saint, but under Frehor's dark magic, the Mage Saint's cultivation had regressed a lot.
His cultivation level fell from the original Mage Saint to the Grand Mage. This time he really lost more than he gained, and suffered heavy losses.
This battle may not seem like much to say, but it actually lasted for a day and a night. After all the human race had retreated, Wushuang burned the corpses.
"Are you hurt?" After killing the Sword Saint, Berkebil came to Wushuang and asked with concern.
Wushuang shook his head, "I'm fine, with you and my dad here, no one can hurt me."
Berkeley was still worried about her and cast a few light-based healing spells on her, fearing that she might get hurt without him knowing.
Of course, during Wushuang's battle just now, Berkebil also threw several light escape armors at her, blocking many attacks.
"Darling Nita, are you really not hurt?" Freihall came over, looked his daughter up and down, and said, "Dad must have been worried sick."
Wushuang: “…”
"I'm fine, really fine... uh..." Wushuang was a little confused, she looked down at her stomach.
"What's wrong? Are you really hurt?" Seeing that her expression was a little strange, Berkebil immediately brushed away his father-in-law's hand, turned Wushuang around and stared at her and asked.
"Nita, what's wrong with you? Tell me." Berkebil asked nervously.
Wushuang: "...I..."
"I'm pregnant." Wushuang said.
"What?" Frehall cried out in shock.
Berkeley was still in a daze, and it was obvious that he had not realized what Wushuang had said.
"Nita, what's going on? How are you pregnant?" Freyhall pushed Berkebir away again and asked, holding his daughter's shoulders. "You're pregnant? How did you get pregnant?"
Freyhor looked at Wushuang's helpless expression, then quickly glanced at Berkebil, "Did this bastard attack you?"
How old was his precious daughter? Only 600 years old, still an innocent little girl. How could Berkeley, an old man over 3,000 years old, actually attack his precious daughter?
"I'll beat you to death, you old bastard!" Frehor wanted to hit Berkebil angrily, but Wushuang stopped him.
"Dad, I was the first to attack." Wushuang said while hugging Frehol's arm.
Frehaul froze.
What?
Was it his daughter who attacked first?
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