Chapter 871: Dark Elf Wearing a Bronze Mask

At the beginning of June in the Glorious Year 9764, after Weilin had dealt with all the affairs of the Qixing Territory, he went to inspect the Zeferus Territory.

In the city of Parkup, Weilin left the teleportation array and walked out of the teleportation hall. He looked at the prosperous city with satisfaction in his eyes.

Sure enough, handing over the territory of Zephyrus to Orlando was a very correct choice.

Weilin did not inform Orlando in advance of this inspection.

If nothing unexpected happens, this guy must be hanging out with his girlfriend Silver Dragon now.

"My Lord, shall we go directly to my elder brother?"

Having not seen each other for ten years, Hebrew missed his elder brother very much and wanted to fight with him especially to see who was stronger.

Looking at Hebrew's expression, Weilin easily knew what he was planning.

Kyle, who was standing aside, opened his mouth and was about to say something, but was stopped by the look of his master.

Only a few people knew that Orlando was promoted to a low-level Soul Knight. In Qixing Territory, only Baird, Weilin, Xuemiya and Kyle knew about it.

Thanks to his master's bad taste, he actually wanted to know what expression would be on Hebrew's face when he found out that the big brother he wanted to challenge was already a low-level soul knight.

With plenty of time, Weilin did not rush to the City Lord's Mansion. He first added a layer of [Shallow Cognition Spell], and then strolled around the city to see what the security situation was like there.

Walking on the street, Weilin counted carefully. Among the ten creatures, there were two half-dragons, three dragon creatures, two humans, an elf and two half-elves, and occasionally a silver dragon.

Judging from the limited information, the prosperity of Parkup City may be more than what it seems on the surface.

"Damn you, you sold me fake stuff!"

Hearing a voice mixed with dragon language, Weilin pricked up his ears, dived into the crowd, and came to a street stall.

An exquisite carpet was spread on the ground, with various sculptures placed on it, and an aura of magic surrounded it.

Weilin looked up at the stall owner and saw that she was wearing a brown-gray cloth dress and a bronze mask on her face. Her pointed ears revealed her identity.

The elf just looked at him coldly, not caring about the scrutiny of the people around him, and said calmly: "This is not what I sold to you."

The half-dragon was furious when he saw this, but when he thought of the city's rule prohibiting fighting, he had to suppress the urge to beat the other party up and shouted coldly: "I spent 300 gold coins to buy it from you, and you actually don't recognize it."

"I said, this is not what I sold you, so it is not."

In an instant, the half-dragon's face turned pale and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

His knees went weak and he knelt on the ground, supporting his body with his hands. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead like beads from a broken string. His eyes were full of fear and his lips trembled uncontrollably.

"Dark Elf."

The moment the other party intimidated the half-dragon, Weilin sensed a clue.

Not surprisingly, the bronze mask on her face is a key item in concealing her racial characteristics.

Kyle's eyes sparkled, and he had the idea of ​​researching it. He asked his master in his mind, "Should we capture her?"

Hearing Kyle's voice, Weilin waved his hand and said in his heart, "Play the long game to catch the big fish."

Seeing this, Kyle suppressed the urge to take action.

"roll!"

The half-dragon's expression softened. He didn't dare to stay any longer. He picked up the wooden sculpture and crawled away.

Some half-dragons saw the ugly behavior of their own kind, showed disdain and spat at them, but had no intention of stepping forward.

The situation was resolved and the crowd slowly dispersed.

Weilin left a mark on his body and then left with the crowd.

"Where is Hebrew?" Weilin looked around and asked curiously, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Hearing this, Kyle pointed to the arena behind his master.

Turning around, I saw Hebrew lifting a three-meter-tall dragon man and throwing him off the stage.

"This kid has learned to play the pig and eat the tiger."

Muttering to himself, Weilin walked towards the ring with curiosity.

Seeing this, Kyle glanced at the elf wearing a bronze mask in the distance and left a mark on him as well.

At this moment, the elf who was immersed in carving had no idea that he was being targeted.

On the stage, a thin half-dragon stepped onto the stage and saluted Hebrew with a solemn and dignified gesture. He then announced his name: "Fessech, Captain of the First Squadron of the Third Battalion of the Third Battalion of the Zeferus Legion, high-ranking silver, and a warrior by profession."

Hebrew looked up and down at the half-dragon in front of him, his eyes revealing confidence and composure. He raised his chin slightly and said, "You attack first."

Upon seeing this, the half-dragon Fesech thanked him, then drew his sword and began to attack.

Seeing the opponent's steps, Hebrew grinned. He was very familiar with this style of fighting. After dodging the attack, he teleported behind the half-dragon Fesech and kicked him off the ring.

It all happened too fast, there were no fancy fighting techniques, only simple and direct attacks.

Amid the astonishment of the crowd, the elite officer of the Zephyrus Legion was defeated.

Below the ring, Weilin looked at Hebrew's smug look and couldn't help but shook his head.

"Childish."

Kyle nodded in agreement.

In the following time, several more officers from the Zephyrus Legion came onto the stage, but as expected, they were all knocked off the stage by the Hebrews within three moves.

Many dragons, half-dragons and dragon-like creatures expressed their admiration for the strength of this human named Norns, but they were unwilling to give in in their hearts because this was their home ground and they had to fight back.

"My Lord, Lord Orlando is here."

After hearing Kyle's words, Weilin looked up and saw a blond young man falling from the sky and standing on the ring.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Hebrew looked at the person in front of him, swallowed, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Hebrew, I wondered who it was, it turns out to be you." Orlando looked his brother up and down and said in a deep voice.

"Brother, when did you become a Soul Knight?"

With a look of vigilance in his eyes, Hebrew retreated to the edge of the ring, ready to escape at any time.

Seeing that his brother's expression did not seem fake, Orlando suddenly realized what was going on. He turned his head to look at the audience and indeed found the master.

Meeting Orlando's eyes, Weilin nodded involuntarily and made a secret gesture, indicating that he should not let the boy go and should give him a good beating.