Unexpectedly, in the instant he leaped forward, that bone sword pinned him to the ground.
"Trash, who permitted you to lift your head and watch the fight between kings?"
Helmer's hooves stomped the opponent into the ground.
He coldly said, "Or perhaps you think I can't smell the lingering scent hidden on you?"
The elf let out a painful whimper, at the wound that pierced through, vicious flesh wriggled.
In the next moment.
The elf turned into a dark shadow, storming towards Helmer with the speed of thunder.
His bulging muscles made him look like an inflated balloon, and the bone knife drawn from his body shimmered with a chilling cold light, with one slash, the skies were clear.
Helmer was slightly taken aback, then laughed loudly a moment later:
"Good, good, good, now I permit you to raise your head."
His actions were faster than his words, that terrifying long blade finally piqued his interest.
So Helmer made his move again.
