Chapter 871 The Dark Elf Wearing a Bronze Mask
At the beginning of June 9764 in the Glorious Calendar, after Verin finished handling the affairs of the Prayer Star Territory, he went to inspect the Zeferus Territory.
In Parkpu City, Weilin left the teleportation array and walked out of the teleportation hall. He looked at the bustling city with great satisfaction in his eyes.
Sure enough, handing over Zephyrus territory to Orlando was a very right choice.
Verin did not notify Orlando in advance of this inspection.
As expected, this guy must be tired of being with his Silver Dragon girlfriend now.
"My lord, shall we go directly to my elder brother?"
After not seeing each other for ten years, Hebra missed his elder brother very much, and especially wanted to fight with him to see who was stronger and who was weaker.
Looking at Hebra's expression, Verin easily knew what he had planned.
Kyle, who was standing aside, opened his mouth and was about to say something, but was stopped by his master's eyes.
Only a few people knew that Orlando had been promoted to a low-level soul knight. Only Baird, Verin, Shermia and Kyle in the Qingxing Territory knew about it.
Thanks to the Lord's bad taste, he actually wanted to know what the expression on Hebrew's face would be when he learned that the eldest 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 wandered around the city to see how the security situation was here?
Walking on the street, Weilin counted carefully. Among the ten creatures, there were two half-dragons, three dragon-shaped creatures, two humans, one elf and two half-elves, and occasionally a silver dragon was mixed in.
A glimpse of the leopard shows that the prosperity of Parkpu City may be more than what it seems on the surface.
"Damn ****, how dare you sell me fake goods!"
Hearing a voice mixed with dragon language, Weilin's ears perked up, he got into the crowd and came to a stall.
A beautiful blanket is spread on the ground, with various sculptures placed on it, surrounded by an aura of magic.
Weilin looked up at the stall owner and saw that she was wearing a brown-gray cloth, a bronze mask on her face, and her pointed ears already indicated her identity.
The elf just looked at him indifferently, not caring about the scrutiny of the people around him, and said calmly: "This is not what I sold you."
When the half-dragon saw this, he was furious, but when he thought of the rules prohibiting fighting in the city, he had no choice but to resist the urge to beat the opponent violently, and shouted in a cold voice: "I spent three hundred gold coins to buy it from you, and you actually... Don’t admit it.”
"I said, this is not what I sold you, then it's not."
In an instant, the half-dragon's face turned pale, and his body trembled involuntarily.
His knees weakened and he knelt on the ground, supporting his body with both hands. Cold sweat fell from his forehead like broken beads. His eyes were full of fear, and his lips were trembling uncontrollably.
"Dark Elf."
The moment the opponent threatened the half-dragon, Weilin noticed a clue.
Not surprisingly, the bronze mask on her face is a key item to conceal her racial characteristics.
A glimmer of light flashed in Kyle's eyes, the idea of research arose in his heart, and he asked his master in his heart: "Are you going to arrest her?"
Hearing Kyle's voice, Verin waved his hand and said from his heart: "Put a long line to catch the big fish."
Seeing this situation, Kyle restrained his intention to take action.
"roll!"
The half-dragon's expression softened and he did not dare to stay for a long time. He picked up the wooden sculpture and rolled and crawled away from the place.
Some half-dragons looked disdainful when they saw the ugliness of their fellow tribesmen, and spit on them, but had no idea of standing up for them.
The situation was resolved and everyone slowly dispersed.
Weilin left a mark on him and followed the crowd away.
"Where's Hebrew?" Weilin looked around and asked curiously, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.
When Kyle heard this, he pointed to the ring behind his master.
Turning his head to look, he saw Hebrew lifting a three-meter-tall dragon man and throwing him off the ring.
"This kid has learned how to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger."
With a murmur and curiosity, Weilin walked towards the ring.
Upon seeing this, Kyle glanced at the elf wearing a bronze mask in the distance, and left a mark on his body as a mark.
At this moment, the elf, who was obsessed with carving, had no idea that he had been targeted.
On the ring, a thin half-dragon man stepped onto the ring, saluted Hebrew, his movements were solemn and solemn, and then announced his name: "Feseqi, the third battalion of the Zeferus Legion." The captain of the first squadron of the third brigade, high-level silver, and a warrior by profession. "
Hebrew looked up and down at the half-dragon man in front of him, with confidence and calmness in his eyes. He raised his chin slightly and said, "You attack first."
Upon seeing this, the half-dragon Feiseqi thanked him, then drew his sword and began to attack.
Seeing the opponent's steps, Hebrew grinned. He was familiar with this style of fighting. After dodging the attack, he teleported behind the half-dragon Fesage and kicked him off the ring.
It all happened so fast, there were no fancy fighting skills, just simple and direct attacks.
In the astonished eyes of everyone, the elite officers of the Zeferus Legion were defeated in this way.
Under the ring, Verin looked at Hebrew's triumphant look and couldn't help but shake his head.
"Childish."
Kyle nodded in agreement.
In the following time, several more officers from the Zeferus Legion came onto the ring. As expected, they were knocked off the ring by Hebrews within three moves.
Many dragons, half-dragons and dragon-like creatures admired the strength of this human named Norns, but they were unwilling to give up. 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 descending from the sky and standing on the ring.
The smoke and dust dissipated, and Hebrew looked at the person in front of him, swallowed his saliva, and subconsciously stepped back a few steps.
"Hebrew, I thought it was someone else, but it turned out to be you." Orlando looked up and down at his brother and said in a deep voice.
"Big... Big brother, when did you become a soul knight?"
With vigilance in his eyes, Hebrew retreated to the edge of the ring, ready to run away at any time.
Seeing that his brother's expression did not seem to be fake, Orlando suddenly realized, turned his head and looked down the stage, and indeed found the Lord.
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.
