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Your Grace, I represent the royal family of the Nature Elves and invite you to visit our tribe." Betty also gave him an elegant smile, "I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness. I am not interested in that for now!" Then, the two of them started fighting again with smiles on one side of their faces. Werther watched in a daze. He had never seen such a strange combination of opponents. On one side, it was a smile and a greeting, while on the other, it was a battle of killing intent and malice.

He was the same as Betty, almost reaching the highest level of a Golden Warrior, only as thick as a piece of paper away from the Sword Saint. Moreover, the strong bow in his hand was also very powerful, it should be a first class holy weapon, yet it did not seem to be at a disadvantage when compared to Betty's sharp sword. One had to know that even Werther did not dare to touch that sharp sword. He could only use the sticky and slippery method of Taiji Sword Technique to slowly wear out her battle qi. It was also because of this that the two of them were truly evenly matched. If this continued, it was unlikely that the outcome of this battle would be decided next year.

Just as they were bored, another sound came from the distance, an old man's voice sounded, "Sir Fanny, you came all the way to the prime material plane, of course we natural spirits have to treat you well, lest others call us stingy!" Then, a teasing voice sounded out, "Old dog Mu De, don't make it sound so nice. You aren't qualified to keep me here!"

The two of them were both in the Saint level realm, and could be considered to be top tier experts. He had to be careful, since he had already completed the promised task, and it would be a huge loss if he didn't get hurt or lose his life. He hurriedly hid behind a big tree and peeked his head out.

A black ray of light flashed in the distance, and in the blink of an eye, a beautiful dark elf appeared, exuding a mature charm. Compared to her, Betty was like a green grape, she couldn't even compare to her. A palm wind transformed into a huge black dragon, clawing at the elf prince with bared fangs and claws.

His eyebrows and beard were like tangled vines in the mountains, and he was in a mess. He held a magic staff that looked like it was made from dried up vines in his hand and loudly chanted an incantation. A gale rose from the ground, and a long green dragon also appeared out of thin air. The elderly elf, Mud, smiled and said, "Sir Fanny, why are you making things difficult for our Prince? Why don't we compare notes?"

Both of them were Saint level experts. In a fight between a Mage and a Warrior, which one of them had the higher chance of winning? This question had caused countless heated debates in the past. Some said that warriors were invincible in close combat while mages generally had weak bodies. Naturally, warriors held the advantage. On the other hand, some retorted that mages' magic techniques were endless, while the soldiers' attacks were simple. If a warrior couldn't fight in close combat, sooner or later, he would be blown to death by the mages' endless ranged spells.

This topic had been debated for more than a thousand years, but the final conclusion was that the outcome was random. This reflected from the side that the result of the fight between the mage and the warrior was random, and depended on the timing of the attacks. If the mage was close to the warrior, 80% of the battle would be avoided, and once the mage was close to the warrior, it meant that the mage's win rate was higher by 50%. Werther had imagined countless times that this kind of peak duel would take place, and today, he finally had the honor of witnessing it with his own eyes.

Fanny rolled her eyes and chuckled, "Elder Mudd, Your Highness and I are only here to get some fresh air. We are about to go back, why would you bother sending us off?" His voice was full of charm, but he did not slow down. He suddenly turned into a black ray of light and charged into the area less than a meter away from Mu De. Elder Mudd had a calm smile on his face, "Sir Fanny is too courteous. How can we not congratulate the dark elves on their reappearance in the continent?"

A dagger suddenly pierced through her heart, but the smile on her face didn't change in the slightest. Her body suddenly turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared without a trace. It turned out to be a magical illusion.

Fanny revealed her figure, her eyes revealing a look of fear, but she still smiled: "Elder Mudd, I want to get close to you, how can you create an illusion to tease me?" If one didn't look at her fatal blow and instead viciously attack just now, just from the voice alone, you would definitely think that this was the act of a lover acting coquettishly.

Werther felt goosebumps all over his body. "This old man is really shameless!" There's a knife hidden in the smile, and it's a stumbling block. I have to be careful in the future. But in comparison, Betty's heart is much brighter. Well, it seems that the Dark Elves aren't all bad people. "

Elder Mood appeared in the distance and smiled, "Aunt Fanny, this old bone of mine won't be able to handle your torments. Let's keep our distance from each other and talk." Fanny was fooled once, and did not dare to attack recklessly. Upon hearing the old elf call her 'Auntie', she immediately became furious. "Damn Mudd, how dare you insult me! I'll kill you! " His eyes were filled with madness and hatred as he charged forward once again!

Werther chuckled to himself. "This elder is also humorous. He actually angered her so easily. It looks like no matter what world she comes from, the taboo toward age will never change regarding a woman's pursuit of beauty." Eh? "That's not right!" Just as he was feeling that something was amiss, Fanny's body, which had been moving forward, suddenly turned. It was as if she had hit an obstacle, and was rebounded back. The target of her attack was the Elven Prince!

Mud had already predicted that the dark elves would be famous for their cunning and versatility in many aspects. A wave of natural elemental energy began to gather, forming a thick barrier in front of the elven prince. At the same time, Mudd's true form appeared, and he waved his staff, "Arrow of Nature!" Countless green arrows appeared out of nowhere and shot at Betty. This old elf was also very cunning, he was sure that Fanny was only attacking from all directions, her real goal was either to ambush him or to escape. But no matter what, as long as he could grab Betty's trump card, Fanny would not be able to do anything to him.

What he expected was right, Fanny's goal was indeed not to be the Prince. She did not even go through the green barrier, instead she just turned around in midair and flew away, leaving behind a sentence, "The enemy is powerful, let's split up!" He actually threw Betty aside.

Betty's eyes flashed with anger, but her face remained calm. Apparently, she was prepared for Fanny's' betrayal ', but a Saint level expert could fly, while a Golden Warrior could only fly step by step. She did not block the arrows, turning around and running away. That was true. The dark elves focused on assassination, and their agility and agility naturally had to be exceptional as well.

Mu De was a decisive person and shouted, "Your Highness, give chase separately!" It brought a green light with it as it headed in the direction of Fanny. He smiled wryly and followed in the direction of Betty. A strange expression appeared on Werther's face. He really didn't expect that this meticulously planned battle would end like this. "Sir Werther, thank you for your help. Rest assured, the Elf's promise will not change. I will visit your house in at most a month."

It was the voice of the Elven Prince. Werther smiled bitterly. "This guy respects me so much, he's afraid that I'll think he went back on his word. On one hand, this is the pride of the elves, and on the other, he's probably afraid of His Majesty and father, isn't he?" "Yeah, it's none of my business!" He didn't care about the mess after the battle. He put his hands behind his back, hummed a tune, and walked away.

Returning to the Count's house, he told his father everything that had happened, asking, "Father, the Dark Elves have sent a princess and an elder. That elder is a master of the Sword Saint rank, are the people sent to protect me okay?"

James smiled, "Don't worry. That Dark Elf Elder was immediately blocked by the elven elder the moment he appeared. The people sent out were not the slightest bit harmed. "It's good that you can ask them about their safety. Werther, you have to remember, in order to become a successful military expert and a politician, the first thing you have to do is to take care of your subordinates and put more importance on their lives than you do. Only then will your subordinates be willing to die for you."

Werther nodded. In his previous life, he had also been familiar with military strategies and knew that the most important thing to do in war was to share hardships with the soldiers. Only by doing this would he be able to train a flexible army. However, he did not have any plans to enlist in the army yet, so when he heard that his subordinate was safe and sound, he felt relieved. He bid farewell to his father and ran back to his room, impatiently checking his own cultivation.

By chance, he entered the Dao through martial arts, and with his primordial spirit body, he was able to comprehend the great Dao of nature that had existed since time immemorial. Not only did his primordial spirit receive further tempering and ascension, it also laid an extremely solid foundation for his next step of cultivation. Werther sat cross-legged. As soon as he started cultivating, he almost got scared.