As Reiger and Gawain entered into an intense battle, on the other side, Tristan, who originally planned to assist Gawain and confront Reiger together, was stopped.
"Get out of the way!" Tristan glared at the elf girl blocking his path and said, "Don’t stand in my way, okay? I have no interest in so country bumpkin elf who ca from who knows where!"
The person stopping Tristan was none other than Altoria.
"No!" Altoria stared back at Tristan, as if trying to psyche herself up with her glare, and said, "I won’t let you outnumber him and bully him!"
"You’re the ones who barged into soone else’s territory to cause trouble, and now you have the nerve to accuse others of ganging up on you?" Tristan scoffed, "Are you stupid? You must be. If you’re an idiot, then get out of my way before I decide I don’t want to kill you!"
Tristan then stretched out his finger, gathering a pitch-black Magic Power at his fingertip, forming a magic bullet, and shot it toward Altoria.
Altoria imdiately raised her chosen staff, the crystal on it shining like stars, creating a semi-transparent barrier in front of herself, blocking Tristan’s magic bullet.
"Bang!"
Tristan’s magic bullet hit the magical barrier, exploding on impact as if it had struck hard steel.
Seeing this, a dangerous gleam appeared in Tristan’s eyes.
"Sure enough, you country bumpkin elf are also a magician," Tristan said, clearly annoyed, "One after another, you all spring up out of nowhere. As if it isn’t enough for the Fairy Country to just have and Lady Mother as its magicians."
While speaking, Tristan continuously fired magic bullets, creating unrelenting explosions against Altoria’s magical barrier, sparking a cacophony of blasting sounds.
Altoria quickly infused her magical barrier with Magic Power, strengthening its defensive power, while also feeling puzzled.
Her point of confusion was simple.
"Are you going easy on ?" Altoria cocked her head and said, "It feels like you are not as strong as I imagined."
When she stepped forward to block Tristan, Altoria had actually been beating an internal drum of anxiety.
Having grown up in the Fairy Country of Britain, even as a rural elf, Altoria had always heard tales of the Elf Knights.
People often said that Elf Knights are the strongest knights under the Queen’s command, unmatched by any.
People also often said that Elf Knights are universally powerful, not to be compared with ordinary elves.
Their strength has always been above all other elves; not even the most valiant warriors of the Tusk Clan could be equated with them, and even Woodworth, though he was a Re-Fyarl, didn’t fare well in front of an Elf Knight.
Indeed, that seed to be the case.
Lancelot is known as the strongest among the elves, and in terms of sheer strength, indeed surpasses Woodworth, the Re-Fyarl.
Although Gawain is overshadowed by Lancelot, she is by no ans inferior to Woodworth, and if her lineage were scrutinized, it might even be considered on par with his.
Knowing all this, Altoria had ntally prepared herself to be beaten into a frantic retreat by Tristan within a few moves before stepping forward.
As an Elf Knight whose na stood alongside Lancelot and Gawain, Tristan’s strength was undoubtedly extrely formidable in Altoria’s eyes, at least no less than that of Woodworth.
Woodworth could make Altoria flee in a panic, a fact that had been tested in Salisbury.
If Woodworth could do it, then Tristan, as an Elf Knight no less formidable than him, should ostensibly be capable of the sa.
However, after facing Tristan directly in battle, Altoria began to feel an unsettling doubt.
This one... doesn’t seem that strong...?
Altoria, who both thought and voiced her impression, undoubtedly hit a sore spot for Tristan.
"...You despicable country bumpkin elf, how dare you be so insolent?"
Tristan’s expression changed, no longer seeing Altoria as insignificant. His face turned ashen as he glared at her and spoke through gritted teeth.
"Anyone who dares to look down on has to be killed!"
With murderous intent, Tristan picked up his harp and began to play.
Invisible attacks imdiately stord out, enveloping Altoria.
"Wait, wait...!"
Altoria, seemingly unprepared for Tristan to lash out so suddenly, was both startled and quickly raised her chosen staff, casting magic to fight back against Tristan.
Between the onslaught of invisible attacks and the bombardnt of magic bombs, the fierce battle between Tristan and Altoria also began.
Lancelot glanced at the two elf girls locked in fierce combat, and after a while, as if bored with their squabble, turned her attention to Reiger and Gawain.
"Bang!"
In the rising blast of impact, the two combatants separated; one was sent reeling back several steps, while the other was sent flying.
To everyone’s surprise, it wasn’t Gawain who was sent flying, but Reiger.
The collision between the delicate, gossar-thin longsword and the blazing greatsword ended with Reiger’s utter defeat.
"His strength has waned," Lancelot muttered, "But his speed has increased by a lot."
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