Chapter 12. Orivande
Orivande was the typical Elf. Pride was carved into his bones, and he would use his actions to defend his dignity if anyone offended him.
If Ortlinde had only shouted "stop", it would not have affected him.
However, she shouted "inspect", which was an insult to Orivande.
It was a great humiliation.
"He's so handso."
Char hid in the crowd and sighed.
He and Evelyn were both wearing the full-body armor of the Light Fury Guards. Even if Ortlinde walked past them, she might not be able to recognize them.
The Dark Elf's slender fingers reached through the gaps in hos armor and poked the soft flesh on his waist.
Char turned around and looked at her.
"What's wrong, my dear?"
The Dark Elf had just opened her mouth when she was choked by the mushy words.
why would this pure-blooded elf listen to that fat pig? "
"What if I say I don't know?"
"I, don't, believe! And I'm warning you, I'm just asking, don't try to force to say anything strange!"
"Alright, alright."
Char's thoughts had been seen through, so she spread her hands and said, "He's Felix's most worthwhile investnt in his life. He bought Orivande from a slave trader and even gave him his family na.
"Soone actually dared to kidnap a Light Elf?"
as long as there is a market, nothing is impossible. You people of Andaheim lack history education. Otherwise, why do you think the elves would lower themselves to form an alliance with humans? The elves who had been married more than 60 years ago were, to so extent, Andaheim's offerings. Before that, they didn't believe in the Seven Holy Spirits, but the demons, slave hunters, and the various small tribes around them took advantage of the situation, forcing these proud elves to open their gates and form an alliance with humans."
Although she was happy to see her forr clansn suffer, she still found it hard to accept this past.
No matter what, they were still Elves. Why would they be sad?
"What about Orivande? Would he be willing to listen to this mixed-blood human?"
"That's where he's different from the rest. There's an old saying that an elf's promise is as precious as a Dragon's wealth. This is probably what Orivande is like. Felix had bought him for nothing more than to send him back to Glinland (the Forest Capital) for a bounty, but the young elf had sworn loyalty to his savior at that ti, and that hadn't changed even after he had beco a knight. Instead, it had beco more and more deep-rooted. He's now a high-ranking officer in the Light Fury Guards, but he didn't forget his cheap uncle," Char said.
As a long-lived species, they had an extrely long golden age, and the overall strength of the race was very strong. This led to the personality of most elves being closely related to pride.
They were arrogant and self-proclaid to be higher life forms.
Even if they were beaten up and had to cede land and pay compensation to give away their won, they still could not let go of this pride and reservation.
However, there was no lack of other elves like Orivande.
In fact, he was also proud, but his pride made him unable to go back on his promise and fulfill it.
True pride was carved in their bones, not written on their faces. In fact, most of the older generation of elves were like this, but the young Elves had no choice but to compromise because of the oppression of the United Holy Kingdom. Their rebellion and hatred had mixed into a twisted emotion, which made them stupid.
'Unfortunately, most of the people I t were idiots.'
Char thought helplessly.
The church's n were being held back by Orivande to the North of the line of fire, and the warhorses did not dare to advance.
Other than Ortlinde, everyone else's faces were red from the flas. No one knew how much humiliation and sha they had to bear.
The Valkyrie took a deep breath.
"I take back my offensive words, Elf."
"Is this an apology, Golden-haired Swordswoman? "
"Ortlinde, that's my na. We're looking for a fugitive," The girl said seriously. "His na is Char, and he's a Half-elf. Soone saw him leave from the South gate and then disappeared."
"I've never seen any Half-elves, my lady. However, your overbearing manner made understand that even if I said so, you would not believe . I did see a giant steel ship traveling on land heading south. There are still traces of it on the road, so the person you're looking for might be on it."
Ortlinde did not know the story of Maica and his MCV. When the car drove out of the shantytown, she was still buried underground. No one told her that the south wall of Astan City had been broken. She only treated it as a joke, but the serious expression on the elf's face didn't seem like a joke.
After a brief hesitation, she drew her sword.
"I'm sorry to offend."
The golden sword light cut through the curtain of fire and headed straight for the elf, but it was firmly blocked by the Sunfla Longsword.
Orivande was actually forced back half a step by her attack.
As an NPC, after experiencing the previous predicant, Ortlinde's level had risen by 10, reaching level 35.
Although she had yet to learn any of the Valkyrie's enhancent skills, the increase in her attributes was already shocking enough.
After all, she was the Valkyrie, an external profession with all her attributes adjusted to 3 per level. Her current total attributes were comparable to other mixed profession players who were above level 40.
Although Orivande was level 50, he had a single class, so his total attributes were at a slight disadvantage.
The first clash between the two ended with the elf taking half a step back.
The Valkyrie did not want to let go of this opportunity. She tightened the reins, and the horse neighed. Then, a bright golden light blood on the horse's body, and it jumped high into the air and passed through the fire curtain.
She was like an entire army, with the faint sound of thunder. The sword light was mixed with the montum of a charge, pressing forward with indomitable will!
Orivande took half a step back. The Sunfla Longsword burned with flas and drew a round arc in the air. Then the longsword trembled, and the flas gathered like fireflies in the sky, forming a burning spear in the air. It stabbed straight at the Valkyrie.
Crash!
The two collided, and golden light scattered like sparks. A beautiful figure jumped out from her horse, and a sword wrapped in golden light stabbed directly at Orivande.
The two finally clashed.
"Will that lEf be alright?"
Evelyn could not help but grab Char's arm.
Char was watching with great interest, and when he heard her question, she pouted and said, "Tsk, I have to find a way to kill this kid."
"Hey!"
"Alright, alright, I was just joking." Char explained in a low voice, "Don't think that the two of them were fighting back and forth. In reality, it was Orivande who held back. If he had really let go of his restraint, that [Glorious Sun Strike] just now would not have been sothing that a woman could block. Today, she had been buried underground and risked her life to save a bunch of trash. Now, she had not yet mastered the newly obtained power, and she had to catch up with him in a hurry. Her condition was not good to begin with, not to ntion that she was still a long way from this kid. She was holding on with one breath. But..."
"But what?"
"But Orivande doesn't dare to hurt her, so the two of them are on the sa level. The nature of the show is more important than the battle."
"Which side are you concerned about?"
The Dark Elf gave him a strange look, but in the end, she swallowed her doubts.
The Elf snorted.
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