Blood Elf Monarch

[Battle power 200]

Looking at his current battle power, Tristan could not help but beam widely. 

"This is great!" He said to himself.

At the moment, Tristan felt his whole body was brimming with unparalleled strength - he felt unstoppable, as if there was nothing that could hinder the current him.

However, the elation did not stop there as there was still one extra surprise. Something that he had actually been hoping for, and unexpectedly, he did get it. A new innate skill.

The skill was called [Blood Synthesis] and Tristan could not wait to check out the feature of this skill.

The Stage Two upgrade previously gave him the overpowered [Blood Seal] skill that allowed him to do many unthinkable things. Therefore, he was sure that this new skill would not be any less superior.

For a moment there, Tristan forgot about the impending threat that literally stood right in front of him and acted like a kid who could not wait to open his Christmas present. Without further ado, he quickly accessed the skill tab in his mind.

[Blood Elf Monarch Innate Ability]

[Stage One Innate Skill - Blood Extraction]

[Stage Two Innate Skill - Blood Seal]

[Stage Three Innate Skill - Blood Synthesis]

He accessed the system and the related explanation of the skill was revealed to him.

[Blood Synthesis]

[An innate ability of Blood Elf Monarch which allows it to use Blood Essence to create forms and control them]

Upon reading the explanation, Tristan's eyebrows raised.

"Oh? Alright, this seems interesting. But how am I supposed to do that?"

Tristan delved into his mind, accessing the system. He had been using the previous two innate skills quite a lot before this. Hence, it was not too difficult for him to try to use the third one. Split second later, the innate skill took effect.

[Blood Synthesis]

Unlike the time when [Blood Seal] took effect, where the mist would make its way to the intended target. This time, the clumps of mist that came out of Tristan's body were just floating in front of him, forming into a literal wall of mist.

Tristan was puzzled as he looked at the crowd of mist. He knocked his head when he realized that he still had not ordered it to shape into anything. Thus, he concentrated his mind on it.

The moment he did so, it swiftly began to move and merged into a drop of blood that floated in the air.

Tristan then recalled the word form. Hence, he concentrated on the drop as his will decreed it into the shape of a small ball. Immediately after, the drop-like object gradually formed into some sort of small, shiny pearl made of blood.

Seeing that the skill was working, Tristan swiftly proceeded to make a few more. A moment later, five small and shining pearls were floating in the air in front of him.

The others who stood behind Tristan began to wonder about the floating pearls. They were about to ask the elf when a sonorous sound resounded through the air, startling all of them.

Thhhhhoooeettttt!!!

The sound of horns were echoing from the hill. This also meant that the barbarians were finally ready to launch their assault.

Through the dilapidated houses, Tristan could see a few hundred barbarians warriors walking forward, progressing towards the port where the group were with their shield positioned in front of them.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The barbarians were making their way steadily. Even though they only faced 10 enemies, they would still advance slowly and keep their position in the shield wall formation.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The moment the barbarians reached just outside of the port, blocked by the worn out building, they changed their formation and split into three smaller groups with around 50 each and went in from three different sides, spreading their forces and surrounding Tristan's group at the same time.

When Tristan saw the incoming barbarians, he quickly said to others, "Stick together!" He then looked over to Layla and said, "Stay where you are, and don't stray anywhere!"

Even at the moment where he could lose his life, Tristan would always prioritize his sister's wellbeing.

Currently, the barbarians had advanced enough of a distance where Tristan's group was now within their archers' firing distance.

Tristan could see a line of firing squad behind the rows of shields, where a dozen barbarians were holding bows that had already been drawn. The archers were stepping on their shields which were being lifted by their companions, allowing them to have a higher ground in this flat landscape.

The savage look on their faces clearly showed they were ready to take Tristan and the others' life.

Pssstt! Pssstt! Psstt! Faint sounds of the arrows splitting the air could be heard as they made a straight line through the air. The volley rained down from above, as their sharp tip pointed towards Tristan's group.

Borin as well as Astrid swiftly raised their shield, blocking those that came from the side. Meanwhile, Tristan perfectly parried those coming from the middle.

Seeing that the battle had commenced, the others also swiftly did their own part.

An arrow passes through and hits Seth shoulder follow by him screaming like a girl.

Bofir swiftly loaded and raised the two crossbows that were given by Tristan and began firing back. But at this time, the archers had already lowered the shields they stepped on, causing their bodies to be hidden behind the shield walls they erected. As a result, his retaliation could only hit the steel wall and did absolutely nothing.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The barbarians moved even closer while still maintaining their shield wall formation. Their rhythmic steps and chants could indeed give some degree of intimidation to their enemies.

At this very moment, Tristan discovered that this situation would be the best time to test his new gained skill.

Tristan walked a few steps forward, slightly leaving his group. The huge claymore was dragged on the ground behind him by one of his hands. As for the other hand, it was used to control the floating blood pearls.

"Let's see if this will work."

Tristan pushed his hand forward, forcing the pearls to fly towards the barbarians at high speed.

The small, insignificant-looking pearls unexpectedly pierced through the barbarians' shield like a sharp razor. Furthermore, they continued their flight and passed through the barbarian who stood behind the shield. Their current sight reminded Tristan of bullets back on Earth.

However, what made Tristan even more excited was he could feel the pearls were still floating behind the enemy line.

"Come back!!" Tristan shouted as he pulled back his hand. The small pearls swiftly conducted the return, killing three more barbarians on their way back.

"Haha.. HAHAHA!!!"

Tristan was laughing in excitement as he looked at the blood pearls hovering over his palm. The moment he lifted his face, a glint appeared in his eyes - one that told he was ready to slaughter everything that stood in front of him.