Chapter 218 - Episode Thirteen - High Elf Sorcerer, Devin (6)

The time limit is one hour, if thats okay. The winner is the one who hunts with your Ortem and me with my Stone Servant and kills the most dragonheads within the time limit. The Golden Dragonhead you just missed can be made into a special hundred of them if you can hunt Do you need any other handicaps?

Yeah, no problem.

I have to give this stupid elf a good scolding.

The stone servant or something just now and my World Tree, if its just performance, then my World Tree Ortem wins.

Im sure this elf still has some more hidden cards, but if it is limited to this game with its strict rules, there is no reason for him to lose.

Its hard to imagine this prideful elf licking the soles of peoples shoes just because he lost, but he can break their noses.

It doesnt matter what the terms were.

I didnt care what kind of promise I made, I just dont expect them to keep it.

Dont you want to pull out that stone I buried?

I pointed to the Elfs Stone Doll, Stone Servants, and the like, pointing.

It seems that its not looking good, you know.

As soon as he said, the elf took out a magic formulad pebble from his pocket.

He threw it and waved his staff in the air.

Stone, serve me.

The pebbles got bigger and bigger, and by the time they landed on the ground, they looked just like the stone doll I had just smashed into the ground with my World Tree Ortem.

I see, so its a portable minion,

Then let us begin. At best, scramble to make sure that an hour of the game does not become a lifetime.

At the same time as the elfs words, the stone doll started running towards the dragon head in the distance.

I watched their state still.

The stone doll charges at the group of dragonheads and disperses them, retargeting two of the fleeing dragonheads and giving chase.

Haha! Look! Im going to hunt two more! What, afraid of my Stone Servant, you cant do anything? I guess the only big thing was your mouth and your attitude.

I pointed my wand at the dragon head that the stone doll was chasing.

In a straight line, the World Tree Ortem flew through and overtook the stone doll in a flash.

hmm?

The elf rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, as if he couldnt believe his eyes.

Such a thing would not change the scene in front of him, and the next time the elf opened his eyes, the World Tree Ortem was about to kick Dragonhead away.

Agwu!

He unleashed a vigorous kick to the screaming dragonheads abdomen, followed by a blow to the second dragonhead, blowing it away.

With the Stone Servant frozen in place, unsure of what to do after being robbed of his target, he chased after the other dragonheads.

As I watch, the elfs face turns pale.

I glare at the elf and snicker at him.

I hear the only big thing was your attitude and your mouth.

The elf glares at me, his lips quivering in a rut.

Mea, lets go for a walk. Ive got an hour of free time, after all.

Is there something to do?

Im going to look for Dragonheads poo. I want to see what it feels like when I step on it.

I said it out loud on purpose.

Of course, it was to put pressure on the elf, who was supposed to lick my shoes if he lost.

A, Abel Im starting to feel a little sorry for him.

The elf didnt have the luxury of time to devour the hunting of the World Tree and the stone doll, muttering weakly, This cant be.

U uhhh, ugh

The elf stared at me slowly, slowly, as he bit his teeth.

It seems that It was humiliating to imagine how I looked at him.

The elfs eyes were filled with a thin layer of tears.

Im sure he wasnt used to losing so much.

As I watched him cry, he seemed to notice the tears in his eyes and turned his head downward, blushing.

After about twenty minutes, there was already a wide gap in the number of dragonheads they had hunted.

The World Trees Ortem would immediately try to crush the dragonheads it found, but the speed at which the stone doll was running was not much different from the dragonheads.

It is as if they are chasing after it and waiting for the opponents stamina to drop.

On top of that, if you hunt one, youll miss the other dragonheads in the flock. It was clearly not a game anymore.

I was lying against a tree, with Mea massaging my feet, watching the World Trees Ortem put up a good fight, while the elf watched desperately, biting down on his lip and muttering to himself.

The eyes are always open. I wonder if they will never dry up.

Halfway through, I took my eyes off of the World Trees Ortem and watched, somewhat sympathetically, as the elf desperately cheered for the stone doll.

After thirty minutes, there were sixty dragonheads hunted by the World Trees Ortem and five by the stone doll.

The elf were pounding the ground and cursing the performance of the stone dolls, such as when the dragonheads, which the stone dolls should have taken the time to hunt down, used the other dragonheads as bait to disappear and escape.

Hey, isnt it good enough already? Id like to move on now. I dont need you to lick my shoes, its just rather uncomfortable.

By now, the dragonheads in this floor must be running out of numbers.

Its doubtful if there are sixty of them left, and theyre just barren any longer.

The elf did not respond.

He just shook his shoulders and hunkered down uncomfortably, not even looking at me.

I miss the early days when he was so talkative.

ah!

The elves shouted happily.

In front of the stone doll, there was a group of five dragonheads, including a golden one.

It was probably the Golden Dragonhead that he had just missed.

I, I remember that the golden one was enough for a hundred! Thats right!

The elfs eyes widen and he shouts to me.

No, that was my own personal handicap

G-, go! Take him! Kill! Dont let him get away!

The elf are either not listening, or hes deliberately not trying to listen, and are desperately cheering for the stone dolls, raising his voices.

The stone doll headed in a straight line toward the dragonhead herd, including the Golden Dragonhead.

The flock of dragonheads didnt move and stayed in place.

Good! Go! Goooo!

Almost as soon as the stone doll pounced on the Golden Dragonhead, nearly a dozen dragonheads jumped out of the nearby grass.

Ah.

Golden Dragonhead is usually smarter than the other.

He was angry at the annoying Ortem and the stone doll chasing after his compatriots, and seemed to have a plan.

The dragon heads surround the stone dolls and spit fire all at once.

One after another, Dragonhead took a bite out of the stone dolls that were smoldering under the high heat.

When they were unable to move, Golden Dragonheads excellent tackle was decided upon.

The stone doll was lightly blown into the air and then fell off to the ground.

After that, it continued to follow the inertia, gouging the ground for a while, and then it stopped moving.

As soon as the stone doll stopped moving, the elf collapsed on the spot.

A magi-, magic beast magic beast, a mere magic beast To, to do such a cowardly

He was afraid to look at me and stubbornly refused to turn his face toward me.

I walked over and tapped him on the shoulder.

Well dont worry.

Uh, Uoop, oveeh!

The elf put his hand over his mouth and spat out the vomit.

The fact that he had suffered a complete defeat against an opponent who he had looked down on, a fact that his pride as a high elf couldnt admit, and it must have fallen into his stomach as stress.

I didnt want the scent to transfer, so I quietly backed away from the scene.

As the Dragonheads looked at each other and cleared their throats, sharing in the victory, the World Trees Ortem appeared.

He kicked the dragonheads, who began to flee at once, one by one, and grabbed the Golden Dragonheads tail, slamming it to the ground and knocking him unconscious. It was a brilliant move, even for my work.

As it was, it carried the Golden Dragonhead and came back with great enthusiasm.

The elf, who had been lying face down, turned his attention to his battered stone doll and then looked at the World Tree Ortem, who was coming back carrying the Golden Dragonhead.

The elf squinted the blue eyes of his right eye and opened the bright red eyes of his left.

He readies his staff and points the tip toward the World Tree Ortem.

Is it desperation, cant get rid of the grudge at this point, or is it an impulse?

Maybe his pride didnt allow him to admit defeat and leave without doing anything.

Anyway, there was no doubt that he was determined to take it out on the Ortem.

Oh, hey!

Two magic circles float on top of each other, with an elfs staff piercing the center of the circle.

The Fairy Kings arrow

A straight line of light that appeared immediately afterward burned away the extension.

The high-density magical rays of light hit the World Tree Ortem.

As if, the elf might have seen it.

I- I will not admit it! I wont accept this game! Behold! What is the meaning of such a toy in battle, which would be sunk by the blow of my magic arrow

The World Tree Ortem moved upward in a circle around the magical ray and rushed over the ray to the elf.

The elfs face turned startled.

As he hurriedly tried to re-position his staff, the Ortem had already darted out in front of the elf.

When Ortem was about to slam his head-butt into the elfs pintail, a magic circle unfolded to block.

It doesnt look like the elf did anything but something, a magic tool that can be activated automatically.

Im not sure if there is a mechanism in that uselessly large robe.

The moment it touched the magic circle, the Ortems movement froze in midair.

The elfs breath was ragged, and with a drawn-out face, a distorted smile appeared on his face.

Fu, fufu thats unfortunate. These vestments are the national treasure of our sky country, Alfheim. It uses the wearers own magical power to block external shocks. You cant even touch me with the unclean hands of you norcs

The pausing Ortem broke through the magic circle and fired a head-butt into the elfs abdomen, where it glided for several meters.

Pew!

From the mouth of the elf, a delicate mixture of vomit and blood spurts out of the elfs mouth.

He rolls flourishing and bounces his body up the hill. After slamming his body from his shoulders to the ground, he glares at me and flicks his mouth.

I, Im in such such Thi-, This cant be I am

As expected, He wouldnt have the energy to chase us or resent us anymore.

But why was a high elf wandering around here when he should rarely come down to the ground?

I took one look at the elf and then decided to head for the next staircase.

Mea also looked at the elf for a while, feeling sorry for him, and then followed me.

You dont do anything to that man, do you? Mea thought you were seriously going to make him lick your shoes.

Its not someone I want to be involved with for too long.

I was able to get the difference in strength into my head, so Im happy with that. I dont want to meddle with them anymore.

Im basically a pacifist.

Are e going to go to the next level? Your legs, is it okay?

Ohhhh, and thanks to Mea, Ive recovered a bit. And it seems that there are a lot of rare magic beasts here. Im beginning to wonder about the road ahead.

It is said that in the witchs tower, the danger of the magic beasts that appear increases by one rank every time you go up one level.

The first level is F-class, the second level is E-class, the third level is D-class, the fourth level is C-class, the fifth level is B-class and so on.

There are no reports of going to the sixth level yet, but if one were to think about it in the right way, there should be A-class monsters at the sixth level.

There must be some good research material lying around. This is no time to play around with all those talkative high elves.

And when it comes time to go home, all you have to do is blow a hole in the wall and make a staircase. We wont have to walk around all the way. No, it would be much easier if we made a ramp ?

Mea covered her face with her hands and dropped her shoulders.