Chapter 200

"Do you have a pass?" The magic-patterned female elf who was almost stepped on smiled and drew her curved blade, dancing a sword flower with her hand, and asked kindly.

Everyone shook their heads collectively.

"Do you have an invitation?" The female elf thought for a moment and asked.

Everyone shook their heads.

"A token? A letter of introduction?" The female elf asked.

Shook their heads.

"Then you must know someone, right? Name an elf you know, otherwise it will be very difficult for me. If you break in without anything, I can only chop you!" The female elf said angrily.

Negris's eyes lit up, and it hurriedly responded: "We know, we know, we know Galadria and Kalandair."

It would have been fine if they hadn't mentioned these two names, but as soon as they did, the female elf became furious: "Damn it, how dare you call our respected Queen by her name?! Go to hell!"

The female elf brandished her curved blade, making a gesture to chop over, cursing fiercely: "It's still not too late for you to turn around and go back now, otherwise I'll chop you! My sword technique is very powerful."

Everyone looked at each other. It could be seen that this female elf wasn't really going to do anything to them; at most, she was scaring them away.

Ang suddenly remembered something, flipped his hand, and took out a badge.

"Ah! This is..." The female elf leaned over to look, her face changed, and she hurriedly retreated a distance, put away her curved blade, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully: "Very sorry, I offended you just now, noble guest. Nightblade elf Jielika pays respects to the noble guest."

"Wow? That's the Noble Guest Badge?"

"Does the Noble Guest Badge look like that? Have you seen it?"

"Never seen it, how could I have seen it? There are too few who can become our noble guests; you might not see one in a lifetime."

The Nightblade elves all around were in an uproar, whispering.

After Silver Coin received those rewards from the elves, he kept some commercial permits and tax exemption certificates, but he dedicated all non-commercial things like the Noble Friend Badge to Ang.

Anthony looked at Jielika strangely and asked somewhat puzzledly: "You just confirmed that this badge is real? No need to verify it? And..."

Ang's scarecrow hat was broken, so he was now in a suit of soul armor, black energy permeating, and there was an undead horse.

These Nightblade elves were not only not afraid, but they put away their weapons as soon as they saw the badge. Don't they need to verify the authenticity? Are they not afraid of undead creatures?

"Hehe, how do you think the Noble Badge needs to be verified? When a noble guest takes it out, the God of Life tells us through the whispers of the forest that it is real. A guest recognized by the God of Life is a noble guest, not just anyone who can become an elf's noble guest by holding a badge." Jielika's respect was obviously only for Ang. She glanced sideways at Anthony and said with a smile.

So that's how it was. This badge probably just triggered the whispers of the forest, equivalent to sending a message to the World Tree: Are these guests? If not, beat them out.

World Tree replied: Yes, yes, yes.

The World Tree not only told them that these were guests, but also told them who these guests were. Jielika stroked her chest and saluted, saying to Ang: "This should be Lord Ang. Welcome Lord Ang to the Elf Forest. I am Nightblade elf Jielika, the guardian of the border. May I ask what your orders are?"

Ang tilted his head.

Negris took over the conversation familiarly: "We are chasing an enemy. He has already killed an ice bear on the snow mountain and then fled into the forest. We must find him."

Jielika responded subconsciously: "Impossible, no one can break into the Elf Forest under the guard of the Nightblade elves. Every tree, every vine, every flower, and every grass here is an elf's sentry. No one can break in silently."

Everyone couldn't help but turn their eyes to Ang and the little angel. It was the two of them who said the God's Body ran into the forest.

Just at this moment, a roar of 'Ying' came from the depths of the forest.

Jielika's expression changed: "It's a Nightblade Leopard, a Nightblade Leopard is injured." She immediately turned and swept toward the direction the sound came from.

The movement of the Nightblade elves was very strange. When they darted forward and landed, they merged with the forest, and then flashed away rapidly. The naked eye could hardly see their figures.

Not only her, but countless elves darted out from the ground and treetops all around, flashing away like ghosts.

Anthony frowned and turned to Negris: "God of Knowledge, can your soul sense them?"

The soul perception of undead creatures is the most restraining to stealth and invisibility.

Negris shook its head: "I can when they move, but after they stop, they merge into the background of the forest. I can't feel it. You were almost stepping on them just now, and I didn't find her."

"Then how did my lord find her?" Anthony asked Ang.

Ang tilted his head and said inexplicably: "Saw it."

Alright, as soon as Ang said this, everyone understood. Ang saw it, others couldn't, it was a matter of ability.

As they spoke, everyone had already followed the elves to chase.

Not long after, intense fighting sounds came from the front. When they got close, a strong, bald human had already fought with Jielika.

Jielika held two curved blades in her hands, dancing them like flowing mercury, clanging and chopping on the bald human's body.

But the bald human's body was like steel. The curved blades chopped on it, only able to chop out a string of sparks. After dozens of chops, the blade of the curved blade actually curled.

The bald human danced his hands with great momentum. Although his hands couldn't even touch a hair of Jielika, he wasn't annoyed at all, his eyes expressionless, neither sad, nor happy, nor angry.

Under his feet, a Nightblade Leopard had its spine broken, tears in its eyes, whimpering in a low voice.

Twang! A string sounded, and a powerful arrow nailed into the bald human's body. The arrowhead shattered and flew away.

Jielika took the opportunity to slash a blade between the bald man's legs. When the curved blade couldn't chop the man's body, Jielika's attack quickly shifted to those fragile vital points.

The bald man didn't dodge or evade, swinging a punch on his own, heading straight for Jielika's throat.

Jielika leaned her upper body back, her waist folded at ninety degrees, and her curved blade slashed back under the bald man's armpit. Many strengthening skills, such as petrified skin, are fragile in places like the armpit and crotch. Jielika was obviously experienced.

However, these experiences were ineffective on the bald man. The blade dragged across the armpit, sparking a series of sparks.

Twang! Another string sounded, and a powerful arrow headed straight for the bald man's eyes.

There are countless divine archers in the elf race, and there are quite a few even among the Nightblade elves who are not good at long-range. This arrow was timed accurately, fast and fierce, sticking into the bald man's eyes at once. With a 'thud,' there was a sound like shooting into hardwood.

Some elves cheered, but soon, they found that they were happy too early.

The bald man didn't care about the injury to his eyes, slashing down with one palm. Jielika, who was leaning back at ninety degrees, faced this palm with her lower abdomen. If she were hit, half of her body might be smashed.

In a hurry, Jielika blocked with her arms, and a layer of shield emerged.

High-end battles are often simple and unadorned. The bald man's palm broke the shield without any fancy tricks, continuing to slash toward Jielika's flat lower abdomen.

Just when his palm was about to hit, a purple-gold palm inserted between him and Jielika's lower abdomen, steadily supporting the edge of the palm.

Ang, transformed into a sturdy bone, supported the God's Body's palm blade, and at the same time, punched toward his cheek.

The God's Body had no expression on his face, and the other hand swung a punch to meet it, colliding with the Hand of Dimensional Passage.

A very simple punch, without any fancy tricks or changes, but the impact force produced was astonishing.

Jielika was slapped to the ground by this impact force, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The next moment, she was hooked by Ang's foot and thrown out of the range of their battle.

The left hand of the God's Body that collided with Ang's punch had its skin and flesh cracked, oozing golden blood.

The God's Body didn't care at all, his figure shrank back, and the other punch swung over again.

Ang's Hand of Locke met it, bang! The fists of both sides collided again, just like two giant dragons colliding, and the huge shock wave blew away the surroundings.

The other arm of the God's Body also cracked, oozing golden blood.

However, the God's Body didn't care about these injuries at all. The arm with cracked skin and flesh was like it hadn't been injured, and it swung back again.

In a short six seconds, he had exchanged seventeen punches with Ang, without any fancy tricks, all a contest of strength.

The skin and flesh of both hands exploded and shattered in the first few punches, and only bones were left later. The God's Body finally couldn't hold on and was smashed back by Ang's punch.

Almost the moment he retreated, Ang roared, and the soul impact hit the opponent, causing the God's Body to lean back suddenly.

Ang threw a right hook, hitting the God's Body's left temple. The entire left face exploded, revealing the bones under the skin. The God's Body also flew sideways, continuously breaking several big trees, then rubbed against the ground, plowing out a deep ditch before stopping.

All the elves and people around were dumbfounded.

Ang and the God's Body's head-on fighting style had no beauty or technique to speak of. However, every punch was like a thunderbolt, containing terrifying destructive power, shaking everyone to the core. Not to mention blocking, even if they were grazed, they might have their bones shattered and flesh torn.

Ang rushed to the place where the God's Body fell, only to see a light shadow dart out from the God's Body, darting toward the depths of the forest, twisting and disappearing.

Ang was about to chase, but the effect of the transformation quickly failed, and he changed back to the appearance of wearing soul armor.

Anthony and Jielika rushed over. Jielika spat out blood, staring hatefully at the disappearing light shadow: "Chase, can't let him run. Wake up the forest, don't let him run, cough cough cough..."

Speaking in a hurry, Jielika bent over and coughed wildly. The impact just now should have injured her internal organs.

From this, it can be seen how terrible the collision between Ang and the God's Body was. It didn't even touch her, just the shock wave shook her, and it could injure a Nightblade elf.

Among the Nightblade elves under her command, one took out a horn from her waist and blew it hard. The low sound of the horn spread far away.

Not long after, whistling arrows flew up in the distance, the arrows making a sharp sound, flying toward the sky of the forest. One after another, the whistling arrows were shot out, and the alarm spread like ripples.

"Cough cough, the whole forest... cough... has awakened. Let's see where you can escape to. Noble guest, what is that thing? How can it be so hard?" Jielika asked puzzledly.

Ang didn't answer, but cast a few Cleansing Arts on her.

"Eh? Holy Light healing? Are you people from the Light Church?" Jielika was surprised.

Negris flew over and laughed: "For these questions, go ask the God of Life. If you can know, it will tell you."

"Ah? Is it confidential? Then forget it, forget it, I don't know anything." Jielika hurriedly waved her hands.

Ying ying ying... A painful sound came, it was the Nightblade Leopard with its spine broken.

Jielika looked at Ang and asked embarrassedly: "Noble Lord, I don't know if a Nightblade Leopard with a broken spine can be cured? If it can be cured, can I ask you to treat it? We are willing to offer everything."

The Nightblade Leopard is not only a mount, but also a relative and companion of the Nightblade elves.

Ang nodded, first put the God's Body into the Palace of Rest, and then came to the side of the Nightblade Leopard.

First, a soul scan to determine the location of the fracture, then consciousness to cut off the Nightblade Leopard's nerves, dissect the broken place, reveal the broken bone, drip essence liquid, use Holy Light to heal the broken bone, and then let the skin and flesh heal. After a dazzling operation, the Nightblade Leopard climbed up.

In the village of the Nightblade elves, the Nightblade elves took out aged moon pulp wine, picked fruits and nuts, and warmly entertained the noble guests.

Jielika slapped the wooden table, her pink face flushed, and shouted: "Drink! Are you raising fish? Don't think that just because you are a man you don't have to drink. I know you humans, men are the ones who fight and work, just like our female elves, you can't be lazy, drink! Cheers!"

Jielika picked up the wooden bowl and finished it in one gulp, showing heroism.

Anthony, the only human, was flushed, his eyes blurred. He really couldn't bear the enthusiasm of the elves, waving his hands repeatedly: "Don't drink, don't drink, can't drink anymore."

"Drink, we elves are all hospitable, if you don't drink, how can you feel our enthusiasm?"

"Don't drink, don't drink, if I drink more, I'll vomit."

"Vomit and then drink, drink some moon spring to rinse your mouth, it's good for your stomach. Moon pulp wine is delicious and doesn't go to your head. Sleep until tomorrow, refreshed, wake up and use moon pulp wine to wake up, and drink again tomorrow."

"Are you really elves? Why do I feel that even dwarves can't drink as much as you."

"We are Moonblade elves, different from those twisty guys. The arrival of noble guests makes me too happy, come, cheers."

Under Jielika's warm hospitality, Anthony soon slid to the ground.

Some non-human things were watching the show on the side, occasionally bringing the moon pulp wine over, letting Ang purify it with the Spot Removal Art.

Ang's hand reached into the Palace of Rest, moving slowly.

In the Palace of Rest, a lonely hand bone moved on the God's Body, Holy Light wiped over, and the missing parts healed rapidly.

A white ghost stretched out two small hands, chasing the Holy Light and floating back and forth, happily roasting.

Suddenly, the wind blew in the forest, and a rustling sound sounded.

Jielika, who was in the middle of drinking, stopped, tilted her head to listen, and soon she turned to Ang, saying incredibly: "Noble guest, the God of Life wants to meet you. May I ask if it is convenient for you?"

The God of Life wants to meet Ang, and actually has to ask if it is convenient for him? Is this noble guest's background so big?

Ang pulled out the Hand of Dimensional Passage and looked at Negris. Negris nodded, and he also nodded.

Anthony, who had slid to the ground and was dead drunk, sat up as if nothing had happened and urged: "Hurry, hurry, go see the God of Life."

The little ghost floating back and forth chasing the Holy Light in the Palace of Rest suddenly found that the Holy Light was gone, and it was so anxious that it spun around, circling the place where the hand bone disappeared several times, and finally stopped helplessly, dejected, the whole body exuding frustration and loss.