Chapter 92: Forced Elves' Relocation

Pure-blooded elves with blond hair and blue eyes are extremely rare in the nine kingdoms.

Elves have long lifespans, are naturally agile and have powerful spellcasting talents, and most of them are handsome. They can be said to be a race favored by the gods.

However, they usually live in a semi-closed manner in Silvermoon High Court and rarely come into contact with the outside world.

The most common creatures people encounter on a daily basis are half-elves or drow elves from the Underdark.

Cicero is a pure-blooded high elf, with long, smooth golden hair and a slender body, but compared to other elves, his eyes are a little too sharp, which makes Cicero's temperament less elegant and more aggressive.

At this moment, he was sitting in front of the Porcupine Knight, staring at the lord with sharp eyes.

Even the porcupine rider who was capable of killing a griffin on his own felt uncomfortable facing Cicero's aggressive gaze, as if he were a prey being stared at by a hawk.

The Porcupine Knight felt annoyed by his stare. If he hadn't seen that these elves were all wearing the costumes of Silvermoon High Garden, he would have ordered them to leave.

Now that the Alchemy City has been destroyed, these small lords have lost their backers. They naturally dare not offend a powerful kingdom like Silvermoon High Court, so the Porcupine Knight can only politely ask them to sit down and then ask, "Sir Cicero, may I ask why you are visiting so late at night?"

Cicero spoke in a magnetic voice, "Mr. Lord, I believe you already understand that the Alchemy City has been destroyed and this land has become a no-man's land. I wonder how you plan to deal with the chaos that will follow."

The Porcupine Knight retorted, "What do you mean by no man's land? I am the legal lord of this land."

Cicero laughed and said to the Porcupine Knight: "Your legal authority comes from the recognition of the Alchemy City. Now that the Alchemy City has been destroyed, this area will enter a purely brutal war. You are like little bugs in a jar, forced to fight each other. Maybe someone is lucky enough to survive to the end, but do you think you will be that person?"

"This is my problem. You elves from Silvermoon High Court suddenly appeared just to taunt me?" Porcupine Knight said, suppressing his anger.

Cicero shook his head and said, "Of course not. We are here to give you a chance, a chance to survive. Before this land falls into chaos, we elves hope to prevent the war from happening. We may be able to find a way to resolve the dispute peacefully."

"So, Silvermoon High Court wants to rule this kingdom that is on the verge of collapse. You came here today hoping that I can serve Silvermoon High Court?"

The Porcupine Knight was somewhat confused and excited. Could it be that these elves were recruited to surrender? To join Silvermoon High Court? This seemed like a good choice.

Although I don’t know much about the elves, this group of elves don’t seem to have done many evil things. Anyway, they were all small lords before. What’s the difference between joining those alchemists and joining the elves?

If the elves are really willing to surrender, joining in advance might be beneficial.

Cicero smiled and said, "Mr. Lord, you are a smart man, but not that smart. The elves generally do not cooperate with outsiders. So, today I came here to discuss with you. If you are willing to evacuate peacefully, we at Silvermoon High Court can guarantee your personal safety."

The Porcupine Knight thought he had misheard and asked, "Evacuate? You mean, let us give up our territory?!"

"It's not like we're giving up completely. Perhaps, after we stabilize the situation, we'll allocate a piece of land to accommodate you."

"Place them..." The Porcupine Knight had already grasped the long sword at his waist and said to the rude elf: "Elf, watch your language. I invite you to be my guests. While enjoying the rights of a guest, you must also behave in accordance with your status as a guest, otherwise!"

Politeness is not unconditional. The Porcupine Knight is now the leader of an alliance nominated by several nearby lords. He must always maintain his dignity and cannot give his allies a sense of excessive weakness, otherwise this fragile alliance will soon collapse.

"Oh, Lord, your courage really surprised me. The lords I met before didn't even have the courage to look up at me. However, there is sometimes only a fine line between bravery and recklessness."

Cicero stood up and looked down at the Porcupine Knight.

"Mr. Lord, if you want to assert your rights as a master, the prerequisite is that you have the corresponding strength. Before the formal negotiations, both of us need to confirm our positions in this negotiation."

The Porcupine Knight waved his hand, and the sound of bows being drawn and strings being strung was heard in the reception hall. More than a dozen crossbows were raised and aimed at the group of arrogant elves.

The Porcupine Knight also stood up, drew the long sword from his waist and said, "Elf, I can give you a chance to reorganize your language. Although Silvermoon High Court is powerful, this is not your territory. If arrogance is your cultural habit, I can forget the unpleasantness just now and communicate with you in a friendly manner again."

Although he said those cowardly words, the Porcupine Knight had already clenched his sword tightly.

When the crossbows were raised, he did not see any fear on the faces of the elves, so he knew very well that this battle was inevitable. However, he really did not want to conflict with the elves at this time, and these words were his last choice.

Cicero turned a blind eye to the arrows aimed at him and said calmly: "Go ahead, don't kill anyone for the first time."

The Porcupine Knight didn't care about that and immediately gave the order: "Shoot!"

Arrows flew out and shot towards these elves. Each elf was locked by several arrows. It was impossible to miss at such a short distance. However, the magic shields on these elves instantly lit up, and the arrows hit the shields and immediately deviated.

Cicero was even more outrageous. He picked up three arrows flying towards him with one hand, as easily as picking leaves.

Then, a cloud of mist emerged and covered the entire hall.

In an environment where it is pitch dark, bows and crossbows lose their meaning.

The Porcupine Knight had already raised his sword and slashed at Cicero in front of him. His sword was very fast, and it was obvious that he was a well-trained warrior. However, the sword fell, but there was nothing. Cicero seemed to have predicted his move long ago, so he dodged in advance.

In the smoke, the Porcupine Knight swung his sword based on his memory. His movements were as smooth and swift as the tide, and he swung out three swords in just a few seconds.

The vertical chops, horizontal sweeps, and upward thrusts were all moves that were clearly calculated to allow the opponent to dodge, but the sword's tip ultimately just sliced ​​through the thick fog and failed to cause any damage.

When the Porcupine Knight was a little exhausted, a dagger stabbed out and hit his waist.

The sword was sharp, leaving a deep cut on his armor, and it was just a little bit away from penetrating. If the Porcupine Knight had not dodged swiftly, his waist would have been bleeding profusely.

The opponent was not only agile, but also used an enchanted weapon.

Although the Porcupine Knight's armor was made of ordinary steel, it was made of real materials. As a result, it was almost pierced by a slight stab. If the armor could not play a protective role, the Porcupine Knight would definitely die in this battle.

After just one round of fighting, the Porcupine Knight realized that he had encountered an enemy he could not defeat.

Just as they were preparing to distance themselves and regroup, they found that the thick fog quickly dissipated. The only ones still standing in the hall were the Porcupine Knight and these elves. As for the other guards, they had all fallen to the ground.

When the Porcupine Knight saw this, he realized that he had lost.

This group of elves are probably all high-level adventurers. They are powerful and have good coordination. There is no chance for me to win.

"Now, can we sit down and talk?" Cicero said to the Porcupine Knight.

The Porcupine Knight still held the sword tightly. Perhaps resistance was useless, but if he gave up like this, wouldn't it be the same as handing his life over to these elves?

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Are you still not giving up?"

Cicero waved his fingers and an orange-red light flashed between his fingers. He chanted the spell so quickly that the Porcupine Knight only heard a few syllables and didn't understand what was happening before the sword in his hand began to heat up.

The metal sword became extremely hot, as if it had just been taken out of the stove. The Porcupine Knight could only scream and drop the sword.

The second-ring magic, Scorching Metal, can make the metal on the target's body become blazingly hot, and is most effective against warriors in full body armor like the Porcupine Knight.

If the long sword falls, the Porcupine Knight will completely lose his ability to resist.

Cicero said to the Porcupine Knight: "You are a qualified warrior, but you are facing the Silvermoon High Court. Human, this time we still come with good intentions, today is just a reminder. But if you are unwilling to give up the territory peacefully, then the next time we show up, we will bring death to you."

The Porcupine Knight looked at his scorched hands and realized the gap between them.

"Is this how you express your goodwill along the way?" the Porcupine Knight asked Cicero.

Cicero nodded and said, "Yes, many lords have agreed to our peaceful relocation plan. So, please think about it carefully. We elves don't like to cause unnecessary killings."

The Porcupine Knight's expression turned very ugly.

His territory is located on the outskirts of Alchemy City, the core area of ​​the kingdom. It is far away from the border with Silvermoon High Garden. As a result, the elves have already sent the vanguard here?

Has the border area completely fallen into the hands of the elves? Why can't I get any news? The Porcupine Knight is now filled with despair. Is he really going to give up this land that he bought with blood? Back then, in order to stand out, he rushed to the front in the Warcraft invasion war and killed a giant griffin by himself, which earned him the title of knight. But now, these elves want to turn him back into a civilian with just one word?

But if they disagreed, could these few small lords stop the elves' attack? Even if they could gather enough troops, with the ability of these elves, they could just sneak in and assassinate directly, without having to go to the battlefield.

Countless questions came to his mind, but in the end the Porcupine Knight lowered his head and said to the elves: "If you can give us enough supplies and time, we will leave."

Wood cannot block the sword. No matter how stubborn it is, it will eventually depend on strength. The Porcupine Knight has no choice but to accept the elves' request.

"Very good. You are calmer and more willing to compromise than I thought." Cicero took out a contract that was emitting magical light, placed it in front of the Porcupine Knight, and said to him, "Sign your name. We swear in the name of the gods that we will guarantee your basic personal safety."

Porcupine Knight took the contract, glanced at it, and then signed the agreement.

The moment he put down the quill, he seemed to have aged a dozen years and sat back in his chair as if he had lost all his strength.

At this moment, the door of the hall was opened again, and a terrifying atmosphere filled the air, causing everyone's expression to change.

Cicero turned his head with a serious expression and saw a young magician with black hair and black eyes standing at the door. The terrifying pressure was emanating from him.

The young man who suddenly appeared was naturally Amberxiu who had transformed into a human form. He didn't know the lords nearby very well, so his first choice was to find the Porcupine Knight and talk to him about the ransom issue that had not been negotiated before.

Who would have thought that what they would see when they entered the door was a group of elves bullying the Porcupine Knight.

Have these high elves already reached here?

Porcupine Knight was even more shocked. No matter how this guy appeared here, he should have come a few minutes earlier!

The third update is complete, just over 10,000 words! 　　 　 (End of this chapter)