Blood Elf Monarch

Chapter 423 Revelation

"King Castian, there is no need for this. Let me be the one to talk to them,"

Callan spoke up and volunteered himself, hoping this confrontation would not end in a senseless bloodshed. King Castian stared at Callan for a while, before he finally nodded in agreement.

"We came to ask for aid from a Legacy Aesir to do something important. I hope there will be no need for unnecessary bloodshed between us," Callan said. His words have had an effect, and at last, the tension seems to disperse bit by bit.

"Why do you want to see a Legacy?" the old man asked with an inquisitive tone.

"We have found the Bifrost Gate. However, only a Legacy would be able to open that gate. We, the elves, intend to return to our ancestors through the gate," King Castian said, cutting in just as Callan was about to explain.

The moment the old man heard what the elves said, his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets in shock.

"Bifrost Gate? You have managed to find it…?" the old man whispered, bewilderment and anger evident in his tone.

"No, that gate… That gate will not be opened, and will never be. You will never be able to open it, and there will be no Legacy Aesir who will open it for you." The old man trembled and stepped back, his anger evident from his twisted expression.

Seeing such blunder rejection, King Castian once again angered

"We are not here to ask nicely!"

As King Castian spoke of his rage, the magus-level elves stood in line and began to cast each of their magic. Two elves cast a lightning storm that rumbled across the skies. King Vizier has turned his body into solid steel, while Hanz has drawn out three swords at once. Only Callan remained calm and refrained from pulling his weapon out.

"Stop them!"

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The guards had thrown their spears with all their might. Their aim is really accurate. However, with only King Vizier creating a gigantic metal shield, the spears fell before they managed to shed anyone's blood.

With that command,

"Useless, you all will die!"

The old man realized that their power gap was too big. And if they fought, even if they won in numbers, there was no hope for them to win. He looks panicked and tries to stop the fight as he shouted.

"There is no legacy here! They had gone across the ocean a few days ago to destroy Arcadia and all of you elves!"

The old man's explanation made the magus-level elves stare at each other with revelation. For the first time after setting foot on Asgardian land, they finally realized that the Asgardians had gone for battle.

"An invasion?" Callan asked

"You don't know that? Ha ha ha. That means you missed it. You came here while your house, wife, children, and grandchildren are on fire, hahaha?" the old man suddenly laughed in a strange voice. A satisfied smile spread across his face.

King Vizier almost lunged at the old man had King Castian not patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.

"Ha ha ha ha. The frightened elven leaders comforted me greatly. I know that legacy predictions are really accurate. Picking the right day to crush you when the strongest is not around. Everything must be going really well." the old man provoked again

"You damn old man!"

"King Callan, Seeing none of the Aesir is here... I think it's the biggest invasion they ever send, Arcadia is in danger." Hanz said anxiously.

Callan nodded in understanding and said.

"Don't worry. My uncle, Ivaasar, Queen Leena, and the Blood Monarch are there. We cannot be defeated so easily. Right now we should stay focused on getting a Legacy Aesir to come with us."

Callan hoped that his words would get through to them. He entrusted everything that happened to the three of them.

"Callan is right, Tristan is there. They have to kill the immortals first in order to win." King Vizier was relieved again.

Seeing the elves before him regain their composure was not a good sight in the eyes of the old Asgardian man. He was worried again, biting his own lip until it bled.

"Sir, what should we do?" one of the guards asked him in a whisper.

The old man didn't budge and raised his wand in the air, his eyes focused on the elve magus with a serious look,

"You guys are looking for a Legacy? There is only one Legacy person left in this place. I am the Legacy, and I will not let you all open the Bifrost Gate."

At that moment, with his voice shaking even more violently, suddenly the old man stomped his staff on the ground violently once, and the next second, an explosion occurred.

Boom!

Blood and body organs splattered out. The old man just blew himself up

The elven magus wiped their faces from the fresh blood that splattered on them.

The moment before the old man exploded, they could feel the pressure of an enormous power from within his body.

King Castian growled in anger. He was annoyed with himself for not realizing what was going on in the first place.

Meanwhile, the Jarl and the guards were also shocked by what had just happened before. Their expressions were one of utter horror, shaking and unable to do anything except stand rooted on the spot.

King Vizier couldn't hold back any longer and sped up to grab the Jarl, Strangled him, and lifted him into the air.

"Where are the other Legacy Aesirs?" he snapped in a trembling voice.

However, instead of the answer he got, the man who kept kicking the empty air beneath him smiled faintly,

"You die here with us, you rotten elf!" He spat out a spit after saying his last words in King Vizier's face. And in the next second, metals grew into claws in place of the dark elve's fingers before he used those claws to squeeze the Jarl's neck into pieces.

The body was cut off from the head and King Vizier was now covered in fresh blood.

"We have to hurry back! between the Asgard manage to destroy the Arcadia or Tristan kills all the Legacy Aesir both are bad for us" He growled while trembling in anger, then he threw the disembodied head towards the guards who had fallen to their knees on the ground.