Arrogant! It's so arrogant!

The thought popped into the minds of all present at the same time.

You must know that although many dark elves are very arrogant and arrogant, there are undoubtedly very few people like Henry who are now in the eyes. To duel with a dinner fork is no longer an ordinary provocation, it is simply a naked humiliation.

Rasaona was so angry that she couldn't speak, and stood in the center of the dueling arena and let out an angry roar: "Ah!!!!!! I'm going to chop you into minced meat!!!!!!!!! ”

"Huh! Dogs that don't have strength usually bark fiercely. Henry continued to taunt mercilessly, and stepped into the dueling arena.

His goal is simple, to attract all the powerful fighters in the shortest possible time, and then completely build his reputation. As for how many people will be offended, it is not in the scope of consideration at all, anyway, the city will definitely be destroyed in the end, and not a single one will be able to run away at that time.

Seeing that the two of them were already standing in the arena, the organizer Sandel immediately shouted at the top of his voice: "Everyone's attention! Now another duel is about to begin! The challenger is Nime, a wandering warrior from the dangerous wilderness, who looks like he is not yet an adult, but his tone is surprisingly loud, and he wants to use a fork against a powerful dark elf warrior, hoping that the ending will not be too miserable. Well, now I declare, the duel begins! ”

"Rasaona! Hurry up! We're going to see this kid get disemboweled! A dark elf spectator shouted with a fist waving.

"That's right! Rip his intestines out! ”

"Let this guy's blood be spilled all over the dueling arena!"

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Henry turned a deaf ear to these clamours, and did not even look back. Instead, he gently flicked the tip of the fork with his fingers. With a cynical smile on his face. He looked confident. Don't worry about being a loser in the slightest.

"Arrogant boy! Go to hell! Rasaona finally couldn't take it anymore and rushed forward with the giant sword in his hand. The rage had burned the last shred of his sanity, and he didn't even notice the smile that flashed across his opponent's lips.

The distance of a few meters flashed by, and the sharp blade of the sword went straight to the throat in less than a second. Just as everyone was waiting to see the blood splattered on the spot, Henry sneered and turned sideways to get out of the way of the sword, and then with a light kick of his left foot, Rasa'o instantly lost his balance and staggered a few steps. Fell to the ground with a thud.

At this moment, the tavern quickly fell silent, and a needle could be heard clearly, and someone was unconscious when the cup was spilled on his clothes, completely stunned by the scene in front of him.

"As I said, a warrior of your level, I don't even need a weapon, a dinner fork is enough." As he spoke, Henry clenched the fork in his hand and stabbed it hard at the other hand's sword.

"Ah!!!! Hand! My hand!!!! ”

With this scream, everyone present couldn't help but shiver. I saw that the small fork that was originally used to fork food pierced Rasaona's right hand directly, as the saying goes. Ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the hand is a relatively dense place for nerves. What's more, this time it seems that a tendon has been crossed.

Henry ignored his opponent, who was rolling on the ground due to severe pain, and instead picked up the fallen greatsword on his toes and copied it in his hand.

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Greatsword: "Scorching Blade"

The advantages of this sword are obvious: it is especially accurate, and each attack emits fire, which deals fire damage in addition to normal damage. It's a weapon that can kill trolls, though it's not told in poetry or lore.

Combat Capabilities:

Each hit will produce fire damage and burn the target, which is very useful for trolls, winter wolves and other creatures that are afraid of high temperatures

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Once he had the details of the sword, he knew immediately why Rasaona had been able to make such a name for himself, and in addition to the sturdy armor, the weapon was also crucial.

The Dark Elves themselves are known to be quite afraid of cold and heat, as they live underground and maintain a constant temperature between fifteen and twenty degrees Celsius throughout the year, so they are completely unable to adapt to sudden cold and heat.

Just like a normal person will subconsciously dodge when they see a red soldering iron flying over, the flames produced by this sword will also make the dark elves feel very uncomfortable, as long as the difference in strength between the two sides is not large, then the person with the sword will definitely win.

Unfortunately, Henry was not a dark elf, and he was never afraid of fire, and when the flaming blade swung at him, he didn't even feel the slightest nervousness or discomfort. With the current magic resistance on his body, even if he was burned by this bit of flame, he would only cause a little skin trauma, and he didn't need to pay attention to it at all.

In just one second, the duel was decided. Rasaona's right hand was useless, and he couldn't hold anything at all unless he could be healed by divine magic. What's more, he is now sweating from pain, and the weapon that he relied on to become famous has also fallen into the hands of others.

Quiet! The whole tavern was silent, and even the few guys who had just shouted the most wisely kept their mouths shut. Everyone saw the huge gap in the strength of the two on the field, especially the seemingly insipid kick, which was simply good, it would be dodged early, and the blade would cut the throat mercilessly when it was late.

Of course, this also has something to do with the fact that Rasaona was carried away by anger, otherwise as a warrior above the fifteenth level, no matter how bad he was, he would definitely not be so unbearable.

But the dark elf society advocates that the winner is the king, and the loser is the villain, no matter how despicable the process is, no matter how dirty the means, as long as the victory is won, then there will never be any blame.

Henry is clearly a victor now, and he has beaten his opponent with dignity. Although it used a little trick to provoke the enemy, in the eyes of the dark elves, it was full of wisdom and should be praised rather than despised. Especially when he looks so young, as long as he doesn't anger the mistress and the queen of Rose. The future must be limitless.

Now all the people are watching. Watch how he disposes of his captives. This is very important. After all, Lhasa Ona is the direct male of the first family, and he is also a nobleman, and if he is killed on the spot, it will definitely trigger a series of consequences, such as the ensuing revenge.

Know that the Dark Elves are not a race that keeps their promises, and unless you are very powerful, they will stab them in the back at any time.

On the surface, the duel of life and death seems to be the life and death of both sides, and neither side can use the power of the family to retaliate. But there are actually too many small actions that can be played. In particular, the top ruling families can always transfer their enemies into patrols to carry out the most dangerous missions, and then tragically die in a fierce battle.

In front of everyone's eyes, Henry looked very calm, admiring the giant sword in his hand, and said to Rasaona who was kneeling on the ground: "I will give you a chance now, a chance to live." You know, we're in a life-and-death duel, and I can cut off your head at any time if I want to. ”

"Say, as long as I can do it, I will definitely not refuse." Rasaona gritted her teeth and replied very simply. Like most Dark Elves, he has a strong will to survive. As long as there is a glimmer of hope to live, I will never give up.

"Good. I like people who are knowledgeable about current affairs. Swear to our Goddess that you will do everything in your power to help me, or your soul will suffer in her kingdom. As he spoke, Henry raised his greatsword and rested on top of the other's heads.

This is a naked threat, as long as he hears a word, then the sword in his hand will be cut down directly.

Every Dark Elf present understood the meaning of this action, and Rasaona was certainly no exception. He endured the pain and shame, gritted his teeth and whispered: "I swear in the name of the god queen Rose that I will do my best to help Nim do one thing in the future, otherwise the opportunity soul will suffer in the kingdom of God." ”

"Hahaha! Very good, now come over and lick my boots clean and then it's time to roll. Henry laughed. He looked very arrogant, humiliating his opponents without any scruples, and did not seem to be afraid of revenge at all.

Holding back her anger, Rasaona fell to her knees and licked the dirt, blood, and unknown dirt off her boots with her tongue, then covered her face and rushed out of the tavern without saying a word. I'm afraid he won't appear in public for a few years, and for anyone, this is an unforgettable experience, and it will form a psychological shadow if you don't do it.

Henry, who was victorious, was not satisfied with this. He threw the loot "Scorching Blade" directly on the table, grabbed two long knives and shouted at everyone in the tavern: "Trash! Didn't you just scream so happily? Come on! I'm here to take everyone's challenge. Come one and kill the other! Let's kill two and kill a pair! If you have the courage to step in, I'll make this tavern bleed!" Hahahahaha! ”

"Head! I guess we'd better get out of here, this guy is a madman, and once he's dead, the dark elves will take their wrath out on us right away. A gray dwarf warrior reminded in a whisper.

"Wait...... Maybe a miracle will happen. Carrig said in a slightly trembling voice. He was trembling all over his body now, half frightened, the other half angry.

It's not that the caravan leader doesn't want to go, but he can't. Not to mention the agreement reached by the two in private, the more than 40,000 gold coins advanced after entering the city alone are already all his belongings, if he leaves, I am afraid that he will not even be able to get a copper plate, and there will be no second choice except bankruptcy at that time.

As the saying goes, it's easy to get on a thief ship, but it's hard to get off a thief ship. Carrig deeply regretted at this moment that he had not been able to resist the temptation in the first place, knowing that this king of the surface was so capable of tossing, he would never agree to come down. But it's too late to say anything, and the only thing left to do is to pray silently to the patron saint of the gray dwarves, Radug, that his investment won't be lost...... (To be continued......)