In summary, the blonde elf is afraid of him.
Shami walked forward, slowly approaching the blonde elf, making Lureya retreat several steps.
Verification successful.
Shami relaxed his mind. He almost thought he had encountered the Elf Race's Hero and would die there today.
"You, you, you, don't come any closer... Come any closer and I'll draw my sword!"
A twisted space appeared in front of Lureya, from which she drew a delicate White Jade Soft Sword, the panic on her small face was already difficult to conceal.
This further confirmed Shami's guess was correct.
A completely clueless elf.
"I see you don't know anything, huh?"
Along the stone steps, Shami walked straight up to Lureya.
In the great greenhouse of the Elf Forest, under the protection of the clan elders above and the care of the academy teachers below, there is no concept of danger whatsoever. Even the duels in the academy are conducted under the premise of safety first.
At this moment, the little greenhouse flower blonde elf holding the sword, her hands began to tremble slightly, her legs also fearfully shivered like a taut bow, with quivering cherry lips.
"Understand, understand what?"
Could it be the Demon King Heir had taken a liking to her beauty, wanted to kidnap her to become the Demon Queen, brought back to the village to squeeze her day and night, to birth a bunch of demon babies, thereby rejuvenating the demon race?
No way, she is a noble elf, not some breeding machine!
In a blink of an eye, Shami had already reached Lureya, and to intimidate her, he deliberately displayed a highly mysterious great villain expression, which further fueled Lureya's panic.
Lureya was startled, hurriedly unleashed Elf Technique, chanting Elf Language softly while waving the sword in her hand.
The surface of the White Jade Soft Sword in her hand was enchanted with a bright white light, waved towards Shami.
Slow, too slow.
Shami, now, is a full-level villager, with agility that counts as top-notch in ordinary professions. Besides, there were times when chasing chickens and ducks, whose escape speed was faster than this.
In his view, Lureya's sword swing looked like a frame-by-frame PPT. As soon as she swung the sword, Shami dodged the soft sword and grabbed the wrist of the blonde elf and took the chance to inspect the elf's basic information.
Name: Lureya Youze Aigal
Race: Elf
Status: Preparing to plead
Profession: None
Level: None
Power: Spiritual Qi Stage Three
Spiritual Qi is the unique cultivating power of the Elf Race, formed by condensing the spiritual energy from heaven and earth in the Elf Forest, used to gauge an elf's strength. Spiritual Qi Stage Three basically just means weak. (Thumbs down)
"... "
Shami looked at the hand of the flat-panel elf he had caught, already scared enough to close her eyes, and understood.
Turns out it's a useless elf.
No wonder she only dared to spew trash talk.
Lureya's face turned pale, tightly closed butterfly-wing eyelashes trembling with fear.
Doomed, a pure-hearted elf maiden captured by the evil Demon King Heir, the next plot is surely the elf maiden being forced into corruption, completely turning into the demon king's plush toy.
Facing the elf that poses no threat to him, Shami released Lureya's wrist once she calmed down.
But he did take the sword with a White Jade-like blade from Lureya's hand, to prevent her sudden stabbing, and acquired the sword's basic information.
Name: Elf Race's Common Ladies' Sword
Type: Item
Quality: Special
Attribute: Jade (expensive)
Note: Made from the Jade White Stone deep in the Elf Forest, although it doesn't add to attack power, the hand feel is smooth, one of the favorite swords for elf women. Extremely expensive.
"I really don't understand what you're saying? I'm just a regular villager, here purely for tourism."
Without the sword, Lureya lost the initiative even more, already a weakling, without a weapon, now truly useless.
Though not strong in power, she's not silly; realizing her current situation, she knows when to give in.
"I always knew it was this. I was just testing your reaction."
Opening her eyes, Lureya promptly retreated two steps, then awkwardly switched to a cheerful demeanor as if nothing happened.
"Hey, give me back that sword, villager sir. The sword isn't worth much. If I don't go home for dinner soon, my mom won't let me in."
A brief moment of submission is quite necessary. But judging by what happened, Lureya can firmly conclude the guy in front is the Demon King Heir.
Once she escapes his claws, she plans to bring back reinforcements to capture him later.
She squinted, thoroughly scrutinizing Shami, as if to engrave his appearance in her memory, wanting to devour him with her eyes.
"But once witnessed, it's witnessed, things already occurred cannot be changed."
Shami sighed, knowing he's not stupid.
The flat-panel elf had conceded, but based on her previous words, it's evident she saw everything that transpired.
Simply letting her go is like releasing a potential time bomb that could expose his identity.
"I, I really didn't see anything. Everyone knows elves are nearsighted over a thousand degrees, nearly blind creatures. You're slandering a blind person for voyeurism..."
Lureya suddenly started sobbing, her big eyes watery, face written with grievance.
"Don't randomly assign such lacking settings to elves!"
Her plea did not change Shami's decision.
But he didn't want to kill just like that. Not to mention the consequences of killing an elf, the question now is whether he can actually kill this blonde elf.
You must know, this elf in front is at Spiritual Qi Stage Three. The last person at certain Qi Stage Three was already the Flame Emperor. This flat-panel gold hair might possibly be holding the protagonist's script.
He swings a sword, suddenly triggering some peculiar Elf Race protection device, several Elf Race Douzong powerhouses tearing through space, cracking the air, coming for him, what then?
Furthermore, even though he is now the Demon King Heir, killing this apparently foolish elf directly without psychological burden makes him feel uneasy.
He began seeking other solutions.
"What's your status in the Elf Race?"
"Huh?"
"Hurry and say."
"Clan's recognized new generation most beautiful elf maiden?"
"Who's in your home?"
"Mom and dad?"
"What's their status?"
"Parents of the clan's recognized new generation most beautiful elf maiden?" Lureya cautiously responded.
"..."
Shami took a deep breath, pinching his forehead.
That's it, forget it.
He planned to inquire if this flat-panel elf was some princess type from the Elf Race. Now, judging by her intelligence alone, Shami can virtually rule it out.
If an Elf Race princess had such low IQ, it would instantly mean declaring the extinction of the race!