Blood Elf Monarch

Chapter 88 - Aesir

When the two figures came out, all the barbarian warriors took another step backwards and the fight instantly stopped. The abruptness of the action stunned Tristan and the others, leaving them slack jawed.

Even so, Tristan still did not drop his guard as he could feel the hooded figure was especially strong. The result of the scanner further convinced him to not take the figure lightly.

Besides, not only did the hooded figure feels powerful, but its appearance also drew respect on the barbarians as Tristan could clearly see the revenant look in their eyes which was directed at said figure. 

The hooded figure walked up and stopped a few meters away from the group. Tristan could only see half of his face but he could tell that he was looking at him curiously.

Realizing that the fight was being paused, Tristan stabbed his bloodstained claymore into the ground and said, 

"Are you what they called Aesir?"

Instead of answering, the figure took off its hood and Tristan could see a young man in his twenties. The man's appearance raised his eyebrows.

The young man was bald. No. Rather than bald, hairless would be the correct word to describe the man's appearance. There simply wasn't any hair visible on his face at all, not even a brow.

His entire face was pale and his cheeks sunken. If Tristan could not feel his extraordinary aura, he would definitely think this man was one of those patients that already had one foot on death's door, lying weakly in a hospital bed.

The figure still did not answer the question after he took off his hood, unlike what Tristan expected. He began approaching Tristan closer with calm steps and said, 

"Yes… Yes, I am.. Vidar."

The pale-looking man, who introduced himself as Vidar, took his time walking around to see Tristan from several different angles. A moment later, he seemed to be done with his observations and said, 

"What about you..? I have never seen an elf quite like you."

The pale guy, who now stood only two meter away from Tristan, probably liked to chat. However, Tristan definitely had no plan to be friendly in a situation such as this. He took advantage of this opportunity to try and use his skill on the man.

[Blood Seal]

[Human, undefined battle power]

[Skill unable to take effect]

[Target beyond host's capability]

Tristan inwardly sighed. He knew that would be the case, but he still had to try. Right? 

At the moment, Vidar was looking straight into Tristan's eyes. Hence, the two were locking gazes, observing and analyzing each other.

The Jarl standing behind Vidar seemed a bit irritated by the stillness of the situation.

"my lord Vidar, Can we just kill him already, Our campaign has been delayed for far too long because of this one elf"

The Aesir raised his hand, and the Jarl who already drew his weapon quickly put it back, bowed and became quiet.

"No... Not Yet... There is something unique about this elf, something… particular."

He once more put his full attention on Tristan.

"I see that you were using blood before..  then it's not normal enchantment magic...Was it dark magic? Is there such a thing as blood magic?" the Aesir said, sounded like a murmur to himself, but also a question to Tristan. Either way, it was not important.

From the words that the figure blurted out, Tristan assumed that the whole battle previously was this Aesir trying to see through his power. Hundreds of lives were sacrificed, all in order to sate the curiosity of this figure.

Knowing that the situation could not keep going like this, Tristan thought that if he could not control the Aesir, he would settle for the next best thing. The Jarl.

Without further ado, he immediately carried out his thoughts.

[Blood Seal]

[Human, battle power 52]

[250 Blood Essence required to proceed]

[Sealing success rate : 79%]

The amount of Blood Essence needed was a little bit higher than usual, and the success rate was lower when compared to other humans with similar battle power. However, as the Jarl of the barbarians, he would be a very important blood puppet for Tristan.

"Yes, proceed."

In an instant, thin red mists began emerging out of Tristan flying toward the Jarl. the Aesir obviously noticed the mist, but he let them approach the panicked Jarl.

[Blood Seal result : Failure]

"!!!"

Tristan was dumbfounded by the result. Was he really so unlucky that he failed on 79% chance?

He quickly tried it again, with the belief that he only had a single bad luck.

When the mist appeared once again and made its way towards the Jarl, the man screamed out loud asking for help from the Aesir. Even though the Jarl already screamed until his throat hurt, the pale man ignored the former nevertheless.

[Blood Seal result : Failure]

"..." Tristan truly did not know if today was his unluckiest day or what.

On the other hand, the Aesir smiled as he looked at the Jarl. "Stop your screaming! The stone was effective to protect you"

Upon hearing that, Tristan became curious about the said stone. What kind of stone could possibly have the ability to block his skill.

Tritan immediately deliberated what kind of actions he should take now. With his blood seal restrained then.. There was only the option of fighting or… diplomacy.

"Why are you attacking us? I am not really an Arcadian. I don't have quarrels with any of you."

Hearing this, the Aesir became even more excited as he let out a wide grin.

"The complete annihilation of the elf from this planet is our goal, the humans who help them are just extra. Tell me elf, why don't you know this…? you are... not from this planet are you?"

After saying that, the Aesir laughed loudly. "A dangerous outlander elf? You Definitely a threat to us!"

The Aesir's eyes suddenly turned completely white, and astounding energy spreaded out all over his body.

"You shall die now!"