BXBX NOVEL Chapter 260 A Draconic Elf
POV Young Arrogant Master:
A large town sprawled across the valley. The streets were empty, with flames burning all around the town, the haze of smoke and the smell of death drifting through the streets.
"Dammit, what are these cowardly NPCs doing? Why are they dropping their weapons." A player in richly decorated plate armour forged out of unknown, slightly glowing metal funned in anger.
The soldiers kept ignoring him, running around him in panic and fear.
\'How dare they ignore me !\'
A group of players with whacky body add-ons like tails, horns and wings stood in the middle of the street, surrounding the richly dressed player.
The clanging was resounding all around them as the human soldiers ran down the streets, dropping their weapons, their eyes distorted in fear.
Corpses in black were sprawled around them, blood slowly forming a small river moving down the street.
"Shitty NPCs, as always, we players have to do everything for them..."
"Yes, master, look at these useless weaklings. Only you can protect this town!" Multiple players nodded, the young master immediately feeling better.
"Graaaah!" a loud, high-pitched shriek pierced into everyone\'s mind, their ears ringing and their sight turning hazy.
Ding!
// New faction mission:
Objective: Escape or defeat the miniboss!
Reward: Calculated upon the completion
//
A shadow descended down, and something black with an orange glow landed before them with a loud bang, raising a cloud of dust from the dirty road.
Orange flames and blue electricity flared up within the clouds, pulsing. A set of golden eyes opened up, looking straight at the players.
The players quickly woke up from shock and shook their heads while brandishing their weapons. They quickly moved, the heavily armoured tanks moving forwards, the loud bangs of their shoes closing towards the boss, with the rustling sounds of robes belonging to their mages moving backwards.
A sound of something metallic dragging through the ground came out of the smoke, and a tall silhouette of a knight slowly walked out, dragging a huge sword behind him.
Everyone\'s eyes immediately fell upon the sword. They were all filled with greed and excitement.
Its shiny toothy blade glinted with high-grade runes glowing along its whole length. A terrific pressure radiated out of the sword, the stone road melting around it, leaving a trail of lava in its path.
Small blue cores glowed in the sword\'s cross guards shaped like three dragon heads with necks, two facing to the side with the third one facing forwards, the blade of the sword coming out of it as if it was a dragon breath. Each of the heads\' eyes burned in light, energy moving through the sword crackling with lightning.
"I want this sword. Kill the boss and offer it to me!" The richly dressed player immediately looked at the sword, his heart pounding as he imagined himself carrying such a magnificent sword.
\'Finally, a sword worth of my greatness!\'
"Yes, young master!" at once, the players calmed down and moved forward.
"Haha, you garbage want a sword forged with the blood of my master?! Impossible." The black knight immediately flared up in a rage, the air around him catching fire and the road melting under his feet.
"Cursed firestorm cleave!"
In an instant, the black knight rose up his blade and swung it, creating a trail of neon-red fire and lightning that formed into a wave that rushed towards the players. The armoured tanks raised their large shields forming a living barrier of steel.
The waves crashed into them like a tidal wave against a cliff, pushing them backwards, their shields turning red from the heat with the lightning moving up their armoured gauntlets, the vile curse power weakening them.
"Dammit, it is a curse attack that penetrates through the defence. Next time don\'t block but retreat and let the mages isolate it."
Glowing arrows, glaves of winds, bolts of lightning, spikes of ice and orbs of mana launched as the mages and rangers unleashed their attacks.
They loudly whistled, their light illuminating the whole street.
However, the knight moved to the side, the ground cracking and melting under pressure exerted by his leg muscles. The mass of armoured moved with impossible speed, the projectiles landing by his side and exploding, the bangs echoing through the abandoned street.
"Dammit, stop delaying it and give me your sword."
"Cursed firestorm cleave!" the knight raised his blade again, the armoured players immediately taking a step back, creating gaps in their formation. Barriers of light quickly formed before them, their surfaces moving and rippling like water.
The knight bent his knees and shot forwards, passing through the newly made gap in their formation to everyone\'s shock, the massive blade of the sword falling down at the barrier.
The young master couldn\'t even blink before the barrier shattered as if it was made of fragile glass, and the black knight miniboss passed through it, his swords moving towards the mages in their backline.
"I can\'t believe that you have fallen for it!"
"How dare you mock! Do you know who I am?"
POV Vesuvius:
The dragon hovered above the central citadel of his city. A small crowd of his minions stood there, observing the young elven girl lying on the altar, the magic radiating from her already subsiding.
She looked almost the same as before, but her horns turned longer and turned crystal. There was also something weird and aetherial above her, and long crystal claws sprouted out of her fingertips.
Her long blonde hair was in a mess, and the only things covering her body were the flames burning around her and massive wings growing out of her back.
Still, Vesuvius felt the elements moving and bending around her, \'It looks like she gained some kind of elemental powers. Well I will see when she wakes up.\'
Vesuvius quickly used his analysis on the still-unconscious elf.
Ding!
//
Analyze result:
Name: Alesia Quercus
Species: Vesuvian Draconic Elf
Occupation: NPC/The Dragon of Craftmanship/Runesmith/Miniboss
Level: 53
Danger level: dangerous
//
\'What, how can a small girl be equivalent to a level fifty-three monster?\' Vesuvius shook his head inwardly, realizing how nonsensical the magic was.
\'I wish that I was this strong right after I hatched...\' he couldn\'t help but feel slightly jealous, realizing that he had to fight for his life while his minions simply got huge boosts in the strengths just from drinking his superpowered blood.
He wasn\'t blind and saw how the effects of his marrow and blood were becoming more powerful as he grew. His first dragonkins were weak, but their power had gone through the roof.
Suddenly the elf stirred, her eyes opening with her heterochromatic eyes brightly glowing, mana surging through her body with her wings and claws retracting back to her body.