Blood Elf Monarch

Chapter 199 - High Quality

50 elven warriors; Tristan totally understood how strong this kind of group was. 

During his experience of travelling to Vanyar before, he had seen with his own eyes how 50 elven warriors could easily stop and subdue dozens of human trappers within a matter of seconds.

Thus, there must be something wrong with Tristan's head if he decided to challenge them with just a hundred orcs. A mere hundred of ferocious orcs simply wasn't enough to tackle the fifty highly skilled and relatively more intelligent elven warriors.

However, at the moment, Tristan was just unable to accept any more insults. Those elves must pay the price for hurting his people, and he would personally make them cough out the payment by force if he had to.

Either way, Tristan had already made his preparation. Now, he would have to see if it was enough to defeat those elves.

…

As soon as Tristan and the orcs reached the outer periphery of the mines, the elves could sense their loud arrival. The sight of a hundred orcs riding on horses with a white-haired elf leading them across the horizon was reflected in the elves' eyes.

On the other hand, through his enhanced senses, Tristan could clearly perceive from afar that there were only a half dozen elves waiting for his group at the entrance of the mines.

"Small group? Lucky!" Tristan happily thought.

The moment they arrived several meters away from the elves, Tristan could see that the latter were too arrogant and never thought that they came for a fight.

"Are you bringing those orcs to help?" asked one of the elves in a condescending tone.

Tristan didn't immediately answer the elf's question. Instead, he kept his calm attitude as he approached the said elf slowly but surely. 

The moment he was close enough to the latter, he swiftly drew out his sword and did a sweeping motion. 

"What are you.."

Splat!

In the blink of an eye, the elf who was still looking at him arrogantly was instantly bisected in two at his waist.

The other elves were taken aback by his sudden and unexpected kill. Furthermore, Tristan was already one step ahead of them as he took the lead charging at them. As a result, he managed to take out another elf before the others started casting their spells. 

Unfortunately, the elves' reactions were a bit late as the sudden attack was followed by assault from Karra, Gazef, and Astrid. The three people who were each stronger than the elves swiftly commenced a bloodbath, killing the few unfortunate elves who were still in the middle of their casting.

One elf was trying to escape to the mine entrance in order to warn his other brethrens. Alas, the man was pierced on the back by Tristan's sword before he could reach his objective.

Even though none of the elves survived, Tristan knew that these elves had very good sense. Those who were in the mines should know about this commotion, and soon, the remaining of them would certainly emerge to find out what was going on.

"Be ready!!" shouted Tristan as he pulled out his sword out of the elf's back.

The orcs responded in their own language, "Chiiwikkkk chiwwiikk!!" 

Tristan looked at the elf's body lying on the ground and then realized that this was the first dead elf he got his hands on. 

With the trademark wicked smile plastered on his face, Tristan quickly cast [Blood Extraction].

Seeing the elf corpse on the ground Tristan just realized this is the first dead elf he ever found.

With a wicked smile, he quickly cast his [blood extraction]

[A mix of 50 high-quality blood cell were found]

[Extracting and filtering the blood cell..]

[220 blood essence gained]

"!!!" 

Tristan was very surprised when he saw the amount of Blood Essence listed on the notification. 

He just had to check the number once again, and it was indeed true. This one elven warrior gave him almost as much Blood Essence as a golden adventurer. Realizing this, Tristan couldn't help but be amazed. The elves' indeed of high quality blood.

It took Tristan three minutes before he managed to extract from all the elven warriors' corpses, which netted him an average of 200 Blood Essence per body. All of a sudden, he felt an exhilaration welling inside him as they waited for the other elven warriors who would come out soon.

Not long after, Tristan could perceive many energy signatures approaching their location from the direction of the mine entrance. Several seconds later, the Forlorn Elves were seen coming out with their elder leading at the front.

"Hmm.. What do we have here?" said the elder. "The orcs are following the mayor's order? This is indeed interesting."

The elder clearly saw the dead body of his subordinates, but his expression didn't even change one bit.

"Lord Mayor, have you decided to change your mind?!" asked the elder as he stared straight at Tristan.

Hearing that, Tristan showed a shocked expression, as if he couldn't believe what he just heard. 

"No! No, of course not! I won't... I will naturally follow your prince 'request' It's just.." Tristan trailed his words, causing the elder to raise his eyebrow.

"Just what, Lord Major?" the elder asked, impatience evident in his voice.

Tristan looked at the elder and with a smile on his face said, 

"It's just, these orc friends of mine won't say yes without a fight!"

The elder scoffed when he heard Tristan's words. 

"Huh?! You dare fight us with orcs?! Seems like you are more foolish than I thought, Lord Mayor. 100 lowly orcs won't be enough! A thousand, maybe!"

Ignoring the last part of the other party's words, Tristan maintained his smile and said 

"We'll see, I am quite confident with my green friends here to kick your ass!"

Upon hearing this, the orcs quickly moved and stood in line. The elder was startled when he saw the orcs that were famous for being chaotic lined up in an orderly manner.

"What kind of tribe is this?!" asked the elder, who subconsciously raised his voice.

The elder then realized that at least one out of every three orcs had a larger body and tusks that were longer than normal orcs. A disbelief expression surfaced on his face as he recognized what they were. They were the infamous Orc Champion, and there were so many of them.

"H-How.. could this be possible?!" 

Tristan's smile widened into a smirk as he said, "No more need for chatting. Everyone, attack!!"

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