Blood Elf Monarch - Chapter 361: Siege 2

The three Cursed elves who had planned to attack Tristan at the same time now managed to accomplish what they wanted, knocking the man down and hitting him while the bloodthirsty look on their faces grew fiercer every second.

GROWL!

ROARR!

​ Even though it felt a little heavy, Tristan’s hands were holding the sword right above his chest, preventing the three murderous creatures from having a bite of himself. Right now, he gave his all to try and defeat the combined power of the 3 cursed elves who were scrambling to sink their sharp teeth into his body, tearing him apart if they could.

Tristan’s one hand was scratched by the blade of his own sword, causing his blood to drip out and blending with the blood of the cursed saint level high elves he had slashed earlier.

In response to this, Tristan growled and unleashed all the strength he could muster. The muscles in his arms, chest, and neck seemed to tighten, straining from the brunt of weight he had to push.

In the meantime, the saliva of the cursed elves that were half transformed into wolf forms continued to drip all over Tristan’s body, some even splashing onto his face.

While he was struggling against the wolf-turned elves, Tristan remained confident in his [Monarch Body Stage 6] strength. And his sharp eyes caught a glimpse of the gap, his legs free to move.

And without thinking, Tristan kicked the creature that used to be a peak crescent moon level magus.

CRASH!

Levi’s body was thrown backwards and flew in the air, far enough to hit the stairs that lead to the top floor. As a result of his impactful landing, the man let out a pained howl that shook the wall.

At the same time, now that the burden he had to fight had been reduced, Tristan managed to get rid of two cursed saint level high elves with ease. Then without any hint of hesitation, he swung his sword with all his might.

SWISH!

SPLATTT!

In the blink of an eye, two heads were separated from their bodies. The bodies of the two cursed saint level high elves convulsed on the spot for a second before stopping moving and hit the ground with a thud.

Then, the two heads that were slashed apart from their neck slowly turned back into the face of a high-elves saint level, normal, as before. However, both of them were already lifeless, with their tongues sticking out.

Tristan stood up again and immediately used his [Blood Extraction] skill. His body was now covered with the elves’ blood, but it didn’t seem to faze him one bit.

[Blood Extraction]

The familiar red mist swiftly came out of Tristan’s body, moving to cover the lifeless body of the elves.

[1500 blood essence obtained]

Tristan’s sharp eyes immediately moved towards Levi, the only cursed elf left. However, the creature possessed a higher level of intelligence than the other wolves, especially the wolves who were still busy attacking from all directions outside the castle.

Seeing that he had very little chance of winning against Tristan, Levi seemed to choose to hold himself back.

Instead of pouncing on Tristan, he decided to look for other prey now that his sense of smell had drastically improved. It appears that the prey he sensed was now on the top floor, as Levi was seen quickly dashing towards the stairs.

“No–no, don’t you go from me…!”

Tristan immediately rushed to catch up with Levi, who had jumped up the stairs quickly ahead of him. Arriving upstairs, he found Levi immediately jumped at Kolvar, who was guarding the high elf king, Castian.

Unfortunately for Levi, the opponent he chose this time was not less weaker than Tristan.

[Sub Zero] Tier 7  Ice element spell.

Levi’s body instantly froze from head to toe as he leapt for the man, becoming an ice sculpture frozen in the air.

…

The battle between the elves against the wolves outside the castle was still going on, and was getting even fiercer as time went on. However, judging from how the battle was progressing, it seemed that the elves were slowly losing their advantage.

The wolves that weren’t killed from the elve’s magic attacks seemed to have managed to heal themselves. Very quickly, from the burned or blistered skin, a new layer of skin that covers completely has emerged. The charred flesh had grown into fresh new meat with increased muscle mass.

The most brutal and destructive Night Wolves had managed to enter from all directions. From the east, south to west, they relentlessly tried to approach the castle ignoring the casualties occurring among them.

The roars, growls, and howls of wolves combined with explosions, storms, and the cracked ground painted the very depiction of a scene of destruction.

The former Arcadia King, Callan, and his Kingsblade warrior, Hanz, were back in the line of defense of the west gate with Queen of Vanyar, Leena, and Wood elf’s elder, Haladar.

“Keep it up!” Callan shouted while swinging his long sword without stopping for a second to ward off the wolves.

SPLAT!

One of the wolves lost both front limbs when it tried to land its sharp claws at Callan. The wolf howled in pain as blood gushed out of his perfectly severed paw.

However, the wolf’s severed bones regenerated in a matter of seconds along with perfectly flexed muscles complete with new blood vessels, flesh and layers of skin.

It was apparent that the wolves’ regeneration process was extremely fast, that as long as it wasn’t a severed head or a torn heart, the wolves couldn’t be stopped.

“Slash their heads off or stab their hearts! Don’t waste the time!”

SPLAT!

Callan slashed at the head of the wolf that had just finished its regeneration. With its brain pierced through, the wolf convulsed on the spot and its blood gushing out profusely from the wound in its head, drained before ending in silence, motionless.

GROWL!

ROARR!

A Night Wolf pounced from another direction towards Callan in surprise, and it managed to stab its pointed teeth into Callan’s golden armor. However, before the sharp teeth touched his skin, the man had already raised his sword, aimed it at the wolf’s heart, and stabbed it horizontally with great force.

SPLAT!

The tip of the silver blade pierced the wolf’s heart until it came out through its back. Immediately after, Callan pulled his sword back out of the night wolf’s body and kicked it with his right leg. Its body was quickly flung and fell to the ground, where it didn’t move anymore.

“This will take forever,” murmured the Queen of Vanyar, Leena, while spreading her arms in the air. She prepared to cast another skill even more powerful than her trap magic [Bramble Maze].

“Are you tired now?” Callan’s reply made Leena feel offended as well as motivated to show her prowess.

“I will finish them all!” Hanz exclaimed tirelessly, swinging four swords at once using both hands.

“HIYATT!”

Hanz lunged at the four wolves at once in front of him. His target now focused on slashing at the creature’s head. He then activated a magic skill that he had been hiding all this time, the [Luminous Blade Talisman], a sword skill that combined with magic power to unleash extraordinary prowess.

CLANK!

In one fell swoop, Hanz slammed the four swords in both hands.

[Luminous Blade Talisman]

A bright light suddenly appeared on the blade of the long sword. As time went on, the light grew brighter and more dazzling. The wolves who were nocturnal creatures seemed to tilt their heads, covering their eyes in an instant before being blinded by the light.

Hanz’s four swords had fused into one, a large sword with a broad blade from root to tip. The blade glowed according to the magic skill that was being used by the owner.

SWISH! SPLAT!!

The blade of light on Hanz’s hands relentlessly slashed his enemies around as fast as the light speed.