Blood Elf Monarch

"Sir elf, we really have to go!!" urged the white uniformed lady, the expression on her face clearly showed her emotion.

The middle-aged lady, the one with short hair that exuded an extraordinary aura, introduced herself to Tristan as Reika. She was one of the Kingsblade's captains, which meant she was no ordinary person.

At the moment, she was standing together with her squad right behind her. An impatient look was seen on her face, as Tristan told her he needed a moment to take care of something before he left with them.

In her mind, the annoyance of her was justifiable as nothing was more important than her king. She wondered what was so important that could make Tristan risk the king's wrath for waiting.

Well, if Tristan could hear what she was currently thinking, he would definitely answer it, in his mind as well.

Blood Essence.

The newest innate skill [Blood Synthesis] consumed too much Blood Essence for its activation, especially when it was being used in high amounts like the shield he previously created for example. In addition to the self restoration skill he used before, Tristan currently ended with almost zero in his Blood Essence reserve.

In this world, where danger and peril were hidden and lurked everywhere, that was clearly a no-no. Hence, extracting blood was his main priority at the moment; all in order to survive.

Tristan casted his gaze over the battlefield, where nearly a thousand corpses were scattered all around. Some of them died with one critical injury on them, some of them died with several holes in their bodies, some body parts were strewn around haphazardly with burns all over, while the conditions of others were simply too gruesome to look at.

Moments later, the familiar sight of red mists emerging from the bodies unfolded to everyone. The orcs and Tristan's companions just watched with awe in their eyes, while the Kingsblade group observed with pure curiosity.

[8000...]

[9000...]

[10000…]

[A mix of 12000 low quality blood cells were found]

[Extracting and filtering the blood cells...]

[5200 Blood Essence gained]

This process of extracting and filtering blood cells, until they eventually converted to Blood Essence felt like mining gold for Tristan. He could clearly feel the joy of finding gold ore, melting it and watching it turn into a gold bar. That was exactly the feeling.

When he finished extracting all the blood from the current battlefield, Tristan walked towards the abandoned fishing port, where hundreds more corpses remained, before proceeding to extract all of them.

[2000...]

[3000...]

[4000…]

[A mix of 4500 low quality blood cells were found]

[Extracting and filtering the blood cells...]

[1700 Blood Essence gained]

Even though the others in her group were interested, Tristan's action, which consumed much more time, seemed to almost make the Kingsblade captain explode. The upset look on her face clearly told him what she was feeling at the moment.

Tristan was a little concerned, but in reality, he didn't really care. He never voted for this so-called king. His experience of election in America ended up giving the authority of that superpower to what the people all around the world described as a clown. Furthermore, he was asked to come by them, not the other way around.

Still, he wondered what kind of ruler this King Callan was.

It appeared the elderly lady could not take it any longer as she said, "Sir elf, we are honestly asking you to follow us just for courtesy. Please be aware that we are prepared to take you by force."

Even so, Tristan still waved his hand in nonchalant manner, "Hold on, hold on... Just a little bit more."

Tristan was definitely not a person who would leave a single coin on a street, let alone one drop of Blood Essence which was worth way more than that. Hence, even though he said a moment, he had no plan to leave out even a single drop. After all, he never knew when he would have the chance to experience this kind of feast again.

He was a miser and he was proud of it.

All in all, after he was done with his [Blood Extraction], Tristan was left with a number in his bank acc-, Blood Essence.

[Blood Essence : 7120]

He was a little bit disappointed when he saw the number. He thought there would be much more. Then, he remembered about the second Jarl's army, those who were run down by the cavalry units. Tristan quickly made his way over to their bodies and continued extracting blood.

[1000...]

[2000...]

[3000…]

[A mix of 3800 low quality blood cells were found]

[Extracting and filtering the blood cells...]

[1300 Blood Essence gained]

Looking at the number, Tristan was delighted. Even though it was less than the first two extraction, it was still a substantial amount of Blood Essence nonetheless. When he turned around and saw the expression of the elderly lady, Tristan secretly laughed. 

Alas, the lady noticed his action.

When he saw that the lady was about to flare up, he quickly interrupted her, "I'm done... Thank you for your patience."

Tristan's words as well as his sincere smile stopped the elderly lady. In the end, she only sighed and walked towards her group.

The Kingsblade people were only tasked to bring him and his sister. As for the others, they would be escorted by the cavalry commander to Erantell City. On the other hand, Barry had received confirmation from the mayor through the communication stone about a piece of land not far from the city that the orcs could occupy.

When he heard that, Tristan told Karra to go and bring all the orcs and rugrats there. Naturally, he still planned to repay their help. What Karra and the orcs did for him despite him having left them there before made Tristan feel indebted to them. He plans to become a real chief for them when he returned.

Before Tristan and Layla left with the Kingsblade, Reika unexpectedly told him to remove that mysterious enchanting ability he had from the Arcadian citizens. To put it simply, she wanted him to release the Blood Seal.

It was obvious they knew a lot about him, more than he thought. Tristan had Barry as the prime suspect for that.

"If you know about that, then you also know I could just use the skill on you," said Tristan.

[Human]

[Battle power 112]

[Spirit force undefined]

[Skill unable to take effect]

[Target beyond host's capability]

When Tristan tried to use the Blood Seal on the elderly lady, he received her stat which was quite terrifying. This then made him curious about the other Kingsblade fighter.

[Human]

[Battle power 98]

[Spirit force 382]

[1900 blood essence required to proceed]

[Sealing success rate 24%]

Tristan secretly inhaled a huge amount of air. That was a lot of Blood Essence needed for an attempt. Besides, what was that low success rate?

The elderly lady replied to Tristan's words, "The king has given us a mandate to kill you immediately if you are trying to do so."

Tristan knew that these dozen Kingsbalde were definitely people he did not want to mess with yet, at least not now. Therefore, he decided to follow the request and released both Barry and Borin from the blood seal influence.

The moment he was freed from the Blood Seal, Borin immediately became terrified when he saw Tristan. Seeing this, Tristan looked at Reika and said, "The order only to release them right? There's nothing about not killing him."

When Borin heard Tristan's undisguised chilling words, he became even more terrified.

"Although the king said nothing on the matter, we still hope you refrain from doing such a thing, sir elf."

Tristan recalled what Borin had done for him. Even though he was under his control, his contribution was still significant. Moreover, Tristan was asked by Reika to drop the matter. Coupled with the king waiting for his presence, he decided he wouldn't worry about Borin anymore, choosing to let the latter go.

As for Astrid, the elderly lady showed no interest in her. She had no concern at all, regarding the enemy being sealed by Tristan's ability.

Tristan thought there was still some use for her. Hence, he ordered Astrid to follow Karra until he returned. Before they parted ways, the old dwarf master said his thanks and told Tristan to come visit Asheforge Clan sometime in the future. Tristan nodded his head on the old master's invitation.

Lastly, there was Herrera, the female magician obsessed with Tristan, who wanted to follow him at all costs. Unfortunately, Tristan just ignored her and jumped into the ship with his sister.

With Herrera's screaming accompanying it, the ship's massive door closed and it swiftly flew towards the north.

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