BXBX NOVEL Chapter 436 Prince Findir Of The Northern Wind (1)
『Status』
[Name: Findir Adthana]
[Race: Demonic Dark Elf]
[Class: Prince of The Northern Wind]
[Level: 50/50] (200/200) XP Needed
[HP: 100/100 MP: 50/50 SP: 80/80] - Above Human
[Strength: 100] - Above Human
[Defense: 85] - Above Human
[Magic: 100] - Above Human
[Speed: 320] - Above Human
[Skills: [Dagger Coating] [Dagger Enhancement] [Dark Elven Meditation]
[Dark Elf Nature Connection] [Haste] [Empower] [Eagle Eye] [Assassination Presence] [Assassination Breath and Nature Assimilation]
[Prince of The Northern Wind Skills: [Wind Control] [Wind Assimilation] [Advanced Air Magic] [Flight] [Rule Over Northern Winds] [Summon: Lesser Wind Spirits]
[Passive Skills: [Dark Elven Nature Affinity] [Corrupted Nature Affinity]
[Constitution of a Tarturling] [Prisoner of Tartarus] [Iron Speech] [Demon's Gluttonous Stomach] [Potion Organs] [Blessing of The Northern Winds] [Approval of The Wind King]
[Rune Path: [Sheer Tornado Body] [Throne World: Devastated Land of The Wind King] [Locked] [Locked] [Locked] [Locked]
[Equipment: [Magic Ring] [Storage Ring] [Wind King's Staff]
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"I hope this is good enough for the residents here…" I meekly smiled as hundreds of glowing red eyes stared down at me from the stupidly big branches sprouted out from each gargantuan trunk.
"Why have you come here," A chilling voice echoed from behind me.
"To see Sir Mammon," I replied, slowly turning around, meeting eye contact with a beautiful dark elf. But unlike the dark elves on the overworld, she had long black hair instead of white hair, and two massive demonic horns sprouting from her forehead.
"Not just anybody can meet him," She replied, her terrifyingly dark and threatening eyes digging into my face. I attempted to be nicer and take a calmer approach, but if it meant me getting underestimated and then taken for a fool… I'd rather kill them now.
They were strong. All of them. But if I used my throne world I doubt any of them would be able to retaliate against me. They were threatening for sure, but it was easy to sense that it was enhanced through a skill. They were just puffing up their feathers as if wanting to scare me off.
Slowly, my calm expression fell into that of a glare. The woman in front of me instantly shot back, sliding against the burnt black grass below us before taking out both of her curved white daggers. And judging from the smell that I was picking up, they were dripped out from head to toe in dangerous poison.
"That's a bit…"
"What? Don't want to fight anymore?" She asked, sweat dripping from her brow before dropping off her face and moistening the blades of dehydrated nature below us.
"If I don't have to fight, I'd rather not. So, what do you want to do? Scrap right now or take me to your lord… I'm sure he's here. You can't hide him from me."
"What is your intention of meeting him then? I don't sense much hostility but seeing how you're proficient in assassination, I doubt what I sense is real… so what is it that you want? And speak quickly otherwise I'll slit your throat-"
FWOOSH
In an instant, I closed the gap, the two marked white daggers that I sheathed on both of my hips tearing out and nearly slicing her head off. But, if it wasn't for her little underlings that immediately held their daggers to all of my vitals from practically every direction, then she would have died. No doubt in my mind.
"Tch… step away," The dark elf clicked her tongue, but upon seeing her underlings hesitate, she grit her teeth and yelled, "I ORDER YOU ALL TO STEP AWAY!"
Quickly, they backed away, leaving both of my knives to press up against her neck. Both of them were already cutting into her carotid arteries meaning if I pulled away now, a burst of blood would come shooting out, sealing her death in an instant.
"So, what do you want to do now? I don't care about your life. It means nothing to me, so I hope you pick your words carefully otherwise I'll be meeting the demon lord with your head in hand. And everyone else as well. You shouldn't have ordered them to step away… because now you have no negotiating power.
"I ordered them to step away because you would have killed me… don't try and act innocent when your bloodlust was going to kill me before those daggers even had a chance of cutting my neck."
A smile spread onto my face as the woman bit her lip. Not only was she trying to suppress any movement of her neck as it would absolutely kill her, but she wanted to stay calm, knowing something bad could happen to this forest if she made any rash moves.
"You're an elf through and through…" I smiled. "It's nice to see an elf have an attachment to their natural habitat. On the overworld, the regular elves are like that, sure… but the dark elves have always hated nature. Mother nature especially as she cursed us with the resentment of forests, jungles, plains, savannas… anything you can think of. Even the fucking ocean hates us."
"I'm sorry to hear that… but can you lower the daggers. I swear on my honor and loyalty to Mammon that I nor my underlings will do anything to you. If something were to happen, then may my elven heritage be revoked, and may Mother Nature curse me for times to come."
I just stood there, my daggers slowly softening as I heard a dark elf speak such words for the first time in my life. It was so grating to hear that it was almost uncanny like it was something that should never exist. It made goosebumps erupt from my skin and my hair stand on end. It made this lurking feeling in the back of my brain want to throw up and purge everything that I had just heard.
"You're mistaken if you think Mother Nature already doesn't hate you…" I muttered, lowering my blades completely, letting the woman cup both sides of her neck while applying a light green glow.