Blood Elf Monarch

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Tristan got to admit, the strategy Illiana devised was beyond his realm of comprehension. He was so shocked by what was happening right now that his mind was lost for a moment.

All of a sudden, his 400 Uruks were outnumbered by the other side. And to make matters worse, they were also surrounded from both sides. At this point, it was apparent that Tristan had unknowingly stepped into the trap prepared by the other party for him and there was seemingly nothing else he could do to somehow allow him to escape this predicament.

At the moment, Tristan's force was now about to fight against 500 enemy at the front as well as 500 at the back. Being sandwiched from the front and back with no path of retreat was the worst possible situation one could end up with in a battle. 

The Uruks, as overwhelmingly strong as they were, were not as agile as humans. This had somehow made their defensive formation easily crumble when put under pressure of pincer attack, which is exactly what happened when the other party's side launched their offensive at once.

Quickly, his 400 Uruks went through what could only be described as a one-sided massacre. Every second, several Uruk on Tristan's side would fall while the other side suffered half of their result most of the time.

Illiana, or rather, her designated representative had certainly fooled him with their strategy. The only way those Uruks were able to come from behind his troops was for them to advance toward his hill but decided to not attack the force stationed and defended the hill. They instead routed around and entered the path Tristan's main force took, successfully trapping the latter without much difficulty.

It was certainly a brilliant plan, but not something that could be easily executed without predicting what kind of actions Tristan would take. After all, this plan could easily backfire on her.

This result was proof that Iliana, the female dark elf, had managed to predict his choice of tactic.

Although it was clear that he was losing his numbers fast, Tristan wasn't discouraged. He would definitely not give up and easily give the win to the other party. Everything was still undetermined until the last possible second.

Tristan shook his head, cleared his mind off unnecessary thoughts, and tried to think what he could do to remedy his evident mistake. 

He realized that he needed to alleviate his disadvantageous situation otherwise his loss would be a matter of time.

With that thought in mind, Tristan quickly cast the strongest fire spell in his repertoire.

[Firewall]

Multiple pillars of fiery flame soared high into the sky in several locations at the back and front, burning dozens of Uruks attacking his troops. The flame pillars immediately extinguished after they did their job, but their brief appearance had given Tristan's troops a respite and a leeway.

Looking at the slightly clear path before him, Tristan nodded his head. Everything would be over when he grabbed the enemy's flag, and that was exactly what he would do. He decided to push forward, pierce through the defense the other party prepared, and reach the objective.

With a loud battle cry, his body shot forward which was followed by the Uruks. As he sped across the terrain, dozens of familiar blades were created by Tristan's [Blood Synthesis]. The blades rapidly flew everywhere around Tristan as they attacked the Uruks in the way, reaping dozens of lives.

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On the balcony, the dark elf king's expression turned apprehensive as he saw Tristan's powerful fire spell and blood-synthesized blades.

"A High Elf who could cast fire magic…" He drawled and then turned toward the beauty standing next to him. "His blood spells are also very powerful"

The king's words brought whispers to all the elders around who were also watching. 

It was Rogan the eldest of the triplets that commented,

"My king, it was only a low level fire spell, nothing special."

Even though he knew that the spell Tristan cast was still very powerful despite its low-level moniker, the king however kept his silence.

The king looked upon Iliana and said,

"Are you sure you can win, daughter?"

"Don't worry, father. Everything is as planned."

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Splaattt!! Splattt!!

Triatan was actively killing the enemy Uruk to make up for the number differences.

But as Tristan mowed the Uruks that were in his way of charging through, finally as he expected, the large elf with a mask dashed and headed toward him. 

Even though he saw the approaching figure, Tristan continued his act of killing as if he didn't realize the other party's intention. Of course, that wasn't the case because Tristan constantly kept some of his attention on the latter.

This elf was the one at the Peak Crescent Moon stage, with the spirit force as high as queen Leena of the Vanyar.  The masked elf was introduced before as Dios. 

What was unique about this elf was that He only had one element affinity, metal. Even though the metal element looked and sounded quite underwhelming, it was actually one of the strongest elements for direct confrontation especially for defense.

This statement was somewhat proven by looking at the elf's every move that caused the ground to slightly tremble. Knowing that a head-on fight was the last thing he wanted to do with the other party, Tristan decided to throw a [Fireball] at the elf to test the water and see the other party's strength.

The elf didn't show the slightest indicator of dodging and eventually he received the fireball directly with his body. 

Kaboommm!! Kabooommm!!

Smokes appeared and hid his figure, and seconds later, he shot through the smoke with his clothes completely burnt. Although the clothes were basically destroyed, Tristan couldn't see any injury on his body. Instead, his skin was gleaming with golden metallic sheen.

[Golden Skin - Tier 5 Metal Spell]

This was the strongest known defensive spell below magus-level spells. Hence, it was no wonder that Tristan's [Fireball] gave no effect to the other party. Even so, he still didn't give up and sent another attack.

"Let's see if your skin can block these.."

Tristan dispatched all his blood-synthesized blades toward the elf. These blood synthesis blades were upgraded when Tristan fought captain Jenkins of the space knight.

One of them was able to match a tier 5 weapon with ease. They were certainly stronger than his [Fireball] spell, and Tristan was confident of their strength.

Swisshhh, swishhh, swisshh; the faint sounds of air being ripped apart resounded as the half a dozen blades rapidly approached the elf.

Seeing the incoming attacks, the elf just quickly brought his arms to cover his face while continuing his advance. As a result, all the blades struck his arms and shoulders squarely.

Clank!! Clank!! Clank!!...

Tristan was completely taken aback, the synthesized blades were only capable of making scratches on Dios' body, causing his arms and shoulders to look like they were cut by razors. In short, they were ineffective!

Unbeknownst to Tristan, it wasn't just Dios' [Golden Skin] that made him to be so durable. The large elf had been part of the dark elf king's experiment, where his flesh was tempered for hundreds of years by scorching hot flames. Hence the reason he had a much tenacious body than the other elves.

The truth was Tristan's achievement to be able to draw a blood on the elf's body was already considered as an achievement on Illiana and the king's eyes. They were, in fact, quite surprised when they saw Dios' shed blood,

They both knew that if Tristan's blades hit the elf's eyes or vital parts, the elf could still be in grave danger and even die. 

He was still surprised by what Dios displayed that the latter managed to tackle his body.

BAM! 

A loud sound rang in the area as Tristan's body was tackled and launched to the air by Dios. 

Immediately after, the elf took out his weapon, two long chains with black round steel attached on its end. The way the chain gleaming Tristan can tell it must be another high tear weapon.

While Tristan was still in the air, the elf stomped the ground and leaped to where he was.

Using his two arms, Dios grabbed Tristan's body from the back. At the same time, the chain was rotating in the air and strangely was able to tie the two of them together.

"What… are you… fuck!!"

Tristan quickly found himself bound by the elf's surprisingly monstrous strength and his chains. It was at this moment that he finally realized Illiana's plan for him.

Tristan was unable to move his body, not even an inch, with such strong restraint binding him. He could only watch as his 400 Uruks were being massacred in front of his eyes.

"Aaarggghhh!!"

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