Chapter 198 Are you kidding me?
Muradin Bronzebeard was stunned. There was indeed a clause in the Millennium Covenant that stipulated that no race should attack humans without cause, otherwise the other races would join forces to punish them.
But those "humans" refer to the Western Continent people who have been fighting with other races for hundreds of years! At most, the Great Xia Empire, which secretly supports the Western Continent, might also be included. Fusang, a closed island nation, a people who previously didn't even know what other races looked like, why should it enjoy the protection of the "Millennium Covenant"?
"Fusang is our Dwarf territory. For thousands of years, we Dwarves have provided them with protection. Noble elves, please don't 'interfere' in our affairs!"
Muradin's meaning was clear: this territory of Fusang was theirs to protect, and outsiders shouldn't interfere. As for the protection provided, it referred to the occasional misbehavior of foreign tribes who frequented Fusang, in which case the dwarves would step in to resolve the matter.
Allen's mockery deepened; he didn't bother to say a word, simply standing there. If Murad wanted to go to Ninja City, he had to deal with Allen first. He wasn't capable of being watched from behind by a powerful archetype without flinching.
“There aren’t many elves left. It looks like we’ll lose another one today.” Muradin finally raised his axe and hammer, his aura rising, making his short stature appear taller.
"All these years, you dwarves have been hiding in Mount Fuji to have children, how many more people have you added to your population? Heh!" Allen drew his "Bewitching Light" longsword and casually uttered a vicious remark to Muradin.
"Ah! You have insulted me! The great Mura will fight you to the death!"
Allen's words stung Muradin. The reproduction of different races had always been a huge problem, especially for dwarves. The elves had the Tree of Life to help them reproduce, the vampires had a special method of bloodline inheritance, and the orcs, being non-human, had powerful mating abilities. Only the dwarves, who had not participated in any wars for thousands of years, had not seen much population growth.
“I am not human, so I don’t need to make so many excuses. Dwarves are all stupid and dumb. I think it’s because of your intelligence.”
Dwarves' penchant for dueling isn't necessarily due to their irritability and anger; perhaps it's simply a way to circumvent the Millennium Covenant and unleash their inner sins.
Allen swung his longsword, the dazzling light causing Muradin to squint. He habitually held his battle axe in front of him, his warhammer poised for attack. If he could block Allen's sword, his warhammer would launch a fierce counterattack.
The longsword drew a light circle, grazing past Muradin's battle axe, and went straight for his neck. Muradin's long beard began to tremble with fear.
"mean...."
With a furious roar, Muradin spun around to dodge, and at the same time, swung his warhammer. Allen felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him. Dwarves revered strength; they believed that fighting should be head-on, and that any kind of maneuvering or fancy technique was despicable. This showed just how confident they were in their own power.
This was the first time a noble archel had been called "despicable," and Allen's long hair stood on end, a sign of his extreme anger. Allen's face was icy as he spun his longsword rapidly, pressing it against Muradin's battle axe, attempting to wrench it away with a single hand.
Elven combat techniques heavily emphasize "borrowing force," and Qin Mo's weapons were often knocked away when he fought Allen. But Muradin was clearly not Qin Mo; his immense strength allowed him to firmly grasp his battle axe, though his short frame was pulled to a slightly crooked position.
The two used their respective skills to fight each other. The light of the longswords became more and more dazzling, and the dwarf's roar became more and more loud, but the sound of metal clashing was very rare, and only occasionally could one or two sounds be heard.
"Why are you going around in circles...?"
"Do you dare to have a real fight...?"
"You're not a real man..."
Mura's uncontrollable roar made the great elf realize that the dwarves were not only short-tempered and stubborn, but also had venomous tongues.
An elf is already engaged in close combat with you dwarves, what more do you want? If they had hit you with a "Moonfall" from afar, you would have been half-dead, if not dead. You're probably already here collecting kills yourself.
Allen swung his sword and charged forward, first twisting away the battle axe that Muradin was using for defense, and before the warhammer could swing, he punched the short man in the nose.
Allen's words and actions have always been graceful, as has his fighting style, with his sword flashing and movements elegant. But now, his sudden, rude punch caught Mura completely off guard.
"You cheated..."
"Ouch..."
Muradin missed a move and was immediately caught in Allen's combo. The longsword always managed to interrupt the dwarf's two-handed battleaxe and warhammer, while the elbows kept pounding on his body.
It's true that elves pay great attention to their appearance and demeanor, but how could their renowned combat skills be without violent means? Enraged, the great elf flew around, treating Muradin like a rag doll and striking him repeatedly.
"Grass…"
Muradin threw his right-hand warhammer directly at Allen, but Allen easily dodged it. Taking advantage of this brief opportunity, the dwarf scrambled away and ran a long way.
Allen's smile grew even more contemptuous. "You've already thrown away your weapon, do you want to try some hand-to-hand combat with me? Even Qin Mo couldn't beat me, you shorty, if you want to play ground fighting, are your arms and legs long enough?"
Muradin had no intention of using any physical tricks. He simply took out a strange-looking object from the leather pouch behind him. It was made entirely of refined iron, with a fist-sized iron pipe at the front.
“Great Elf, you have successfully angered the great Muradin Bronzebeard. It’s not too late for you to give up now. As the kindest dwarf leader, I will not hold your offense against Thor against me.”
Allen remained silent, staring intently at the iron pipe that Muradin had taken out, feeling a strange sense of déjà vu about it.
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