I just covet their strength

Chapter 319 What is Qinghui Succubus?
Before Westhead's arrival, the two armies had actually already begun to coordinate and communicate, but the scene was not very friendly.

In the martial arts arena beside the woodland, Knight Yonglan laughed at the String Sound Swordsman of the Royal Court wantonly:
"You are such a weak guy, your forehand is weak, your backhand is not good, how can you compete with us?"

"This is so funny. What's wrong? If you don't sing or form a team, you can't fight? And you want us to give way? Are you treating the battlefield like a game of house?"

"If that doesn't work, you can be a cheerleader in the back, we won't mind."

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A group of string swordsmen were ridiculed until their faces turned red, and they kept muttering things like "barbarians", "do you know what a musical concerto is", "you'll know you're wrong when we start playing concerto" and so on.

But all the excuses of the elves are somewhat untenable. After all, in fact, they are more susceptible to influence. They were beaten in several competitions. Strength is the supreme rule of the mortal world. If you are not good at it, practice more! Don't play if you can't afford to lose.

"That's enough, Mephis. Go and stop them. It's fine if they do it in your own territory, but why do you keep stepping on me in the royal court? Don't say anything that is not conducive to unity."

Westhead instructed the blue-haired girl to mediate the dispute between the two teams. Fortunately, after such a long expedition, the Yonglan Knights were completely convinced of the new Knight King. Once the Knight King's order was conveyed, everyone immediately stopped mocking the String Sound Swordsman and turned back to their positions.

"Mr. Qinghui, this..."

Amitron looked at his extremely depressed team and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"There's nothing much to say about the Yonglan Knights. Once they get too excited, they can't do anything. The only way is to try to separate the two armies. By then, the width of the battlefield will be wide enough to support the two armies without interfering with each other."

Westhead thought for a while and gave up the idea of ​​having Yonglan Knight cooperate with String Sound Swordsman.

Perfect self-circulation, self-enclosed output process, top adaptability, this is Yonglan Knight! But such a harmonious and super model panel also means that Yonglan Knight can hardly cooperate with any other profession, and even Yonglan Knight and Yonglan Knight cannot cooperate with each other.

One man makes an army, this has been the positioning of the Yonglan Knight from the beginning to the end.

"Let's go and take a look at the Seiki Guards in the distance, folks!"

Westhead turned to look at the Elf Lady: "Ms. Amitron, do you think the Qinghui Guards can cooperate with you?"

"Then please let me explain the path and characteristics of the String Swordsman."

Amitron nodded and gathered the swordsmen to show Westhead the abilities that the Royal Court warriors were proud of.

Although it is indeed not as powerful and comprehensive as the Eternal Storm Knight, the String Sound Swordsman is by no means weak. This is a typical operating mechanism-based extraordinary profession. The principle is the same as all resonance paths, which is to mobilize the melody of the Land of Music for one's own use.

However, unlike the Tuner who can't even walk without the Thousand Temperament Codex, the melody used by the String Swordsman comes from the harmony between himself and the kingdom, and therefore is not affected by the status of the Thousand Temperament Codex.

On the battlefield, a team of string swordsmen with tacit cooperation can use swords as strings to weave a variety of dazzling techniques through exquisite ensemble.

Spell bombing, healing shield, control delay, buff blessing and combat skill linkage.

They can do anything and accomplish anything. A group of string swordsmen cooperate with each other and have no blind spots when they have perfect tacit understanding. They are nearly omnipotent.

That being said, but in Westhead's eyes, it was just a fancy profession.

It's similar to [River of Clear Light].

Listening to the explanation of the silver-haired elf swordsman and observing the strict discipline of the String Swordsmen, Lord Qinghui couldn't help but have such thoughts.

The white-blonde girl next to him was even more outspoken:

"Isn't this the River of Clear Light from our Bright People? Remember to indicate the source next time."

Amitron was stunned: "What? Is the fighting skill of the Bright People also like this?"

"Don't worry about it, it's just a double-cook ecstasy."

Westhead waved his hand and said:

"And the principles should be very different, but the forms of expression are similar."

Prince Qinghui walked forward, stretched out his hand, condensed a soft and bright light, and shaped it at will.

Although Westhead usually does not use skills passed down by his ancestors such as Ninghui, they are nothing compared to the various innate powers he uses on a daily basis.

But at least he has the important talent of [Pure Brilliance Revealed in the World] for constructing the path, and Westhead still has some understanding and mastery of the way of condensed brilliance. After taking advantage of Yulda's expertise for free, he has become the best person in the world.

"Old guards with five years of military experience, step out!"

At Westhead's command, the loyal and elite Bright People immediately stood up, imitating the monarch's movements, with shaped condensed light extending from their hands.

What followed was a series of demonstrations. [River of Clear Light] was a compulsory course for every guard, and it was not difficult to follow Westhead's operation.

Amitelun's beautiful eyes lit up when she saw this:
"Is this the [Condensed Radiance] of the Bright People? It really does sound like the sound of an ensemble."

"How? Can we work out some cooperation?"

".I don't know, but we can give it a try. If Lord Qinghui's army can also join the ensemble, then perhaps it can make up for the gap in the battle formation caused by the lack of a tuner."

Once you have an idea, you can put it into practice immediately.

As the leaders of the two teams, it was naturally Westhead and Amitron who were the first to make the demonstration.

The two of them were almost stuck together. The breath coming from the man who was so close to her made the silver-haired elven swordsman's delicate body tense up and his head felt dizzy. He could only rely on muscle memory and instinct to cooperate with the other party in showing his skills.

Westhead saw it all.

After the running-in training, which he didn't know whether to call enjoyment or torture, Westhead returned to his residence in the evening.

Amitron had been under secret orders from Ilevitt to keep an eye on any suspicious behavior of Lord Qinghui, but over the past few days, there was nothing suspicious about Westhead.

The only thing that made Amitron unbearable was that this guy had a party almost every night, and the people were not fixed.

Be it her close confidants, maids and attendants, or even the Witch of the Clear Ring, she would watch every scene and accept being played over and over again.

It was a torment for Amitron, and it also gradually destroyed her psychological defenses in front of Westhead. Finally, a few days later, when the silver-haired elf returned to the room in a trance, she found that there was no one else around Westhead.

"Mr. Qinghui, you will...

"They all have things to do, so I'm not going to rest in my room tonight. It's a good opportunity to go out for a walk. I've been in the Royal Court for a few days, and I haven't been around much here."

Amitron heard this with a complicated look in his eyes. After thinking for a moment, he finally spoke:

"Wait, you can't go out."

Westhead laughed when he heard this and asked, "Why?"

Amitron said righteously: "Do you still need to ask why? Don't you have any self-awareness? If your unlimited desires cannot be vented, you will definitely impose your filthy desires on your fellow elves in the royal court!"

"Let's not talk about your outrageous inference. Even if it is true, do you still want to use violence to restrict me?"

Westhead stroked his chin.

Amitron said sternly, "Of course not. You are an honorable guest and ally of the royal court. I will never resort to violence against you. Besides, I don't have the ability to do so. But on the other hand, in order to ensure that my compatriots in the royal court will not be violated by a shameless person like you, I will take insurance measures in advance."

"Safety measures? I'm curious about what you're going to do."

"As long as I use up your energy first, there will be no need to worry about other compatriots being harmed."

What is the amazing wisdom of feeding the devil with one's own body?
"Hmph, it's disgusting, but I have to do this in order to fulfill my duty."

Amitron took a deep breath and tried her best to suppress her pounding heartbeat to avoid revealing her true feelings on her face. Instead, she glared at Westhead with a look as if he were a piece of trash, and then slowly squatted down.

The dividing line that is showing amazing wisdom
The next day, Yulda came to Westhead's bedside, and the elder brother pulled her up:
"I thought she was such a difficult character, but the elf doesn't look much more than that."

Westhead raised his arms to make it easier for Yurda to change his clothes:
"It's easy to take down, because I'm the Seiki Succubus!"

"Don't say that!"

Yuerda angrily hit Westhead with her head and corrected him:
"Brother, how can you belittle yourself and lower your standards to the same level as a succubus?"

Westhead smiled and said, "Sorry, sorry, I just think her way of looking disgusted on the outside but upright on the outside is so funny, it's almost like you."

"I don't. I know very well that my brother likes this kind of sentiment. We all know it, but that guy is still deceiving himself."

"It's not bad. Actually, I can't say that her willpower is weak. In the end, it's my fault. But it only took me a few days to win over a powerful person in the royal court. This really helped me a lot. Now that the surveillance has been removed, I will be able to move around more freely in the future."

Westhead changed his clothes with the help of Yulda and left the room.

"Your Majesty Westhead, where are you going?"

Not long after Lord Qinghui walked out of the palace, he was stopped by a voice. He saw the cold and beautiful elf lady walking towards him radiantly.

Westhead: "I have received quite a few invitations and am planning to visit the residences of the royal nobles."

Amitron: "And then violated it, just like you did to me?"

No, how can you say that? What happened last night? You are trying to put the blame on someone else, right?

Westhead could not help but admire the effulgent swordsman's shamelessness and clapped his hands:

"Okay, okay, so I put it this way, I didn't put up any resistance. In order to avoid conflict, I let you control me for almost half of the time. Logically, for such humiliation to me, you should immediately duel and die to atone for your sin!"

Perhaps because she felt that she was in the wrong, Amitelun's pretty face turned cold, she crossed her arms and snorted:
"Then it was a test of you. The result is clear, Lord Westhead. You are indeed a beast without any bottom line, vulgar and cruel, a collection of the worst desires. Yet, someone like you is a guest of honor in the royal court."

The Elf Queen seemed to recall something, and even smiled and mocked:
"Humph! I will sacrifice myself for the purity and safety of the noble lords in the royal court. Do you really think I would have any thoughts about trashy humans? How ridiculous!"

Westhead: “.”

I almost believe what you said. Also, don't look at me like a scum, and don't speak to me in such an arrogant and harsh tone. Even though I know you are pretending, I still feel a little angry. Now that I am in the mood, I can't do any work for the whole day.

In order not to waste precious time, Westhead could only sigh and say:

"Yes, you saw through my evil ambitions! But you didn't succeed last night, and I have endless energy."

Amitron raised her long and pretty eyebrows, and said in a tone that was hard to conceal her cheerfulness:

"You scumbag. There's nothing I can do. Just let me..."

Westhead interrupted, "This is not a game. I will attack you in a form that is ten times stronger than last night. You have to think carefully. I will not show mercy and I will not let you down."

"!!!"

The pupils of the silver-haired elf swordsman in a high ponytail trembled, ten times the intensity! Last night's level alone was already too much for her life to bear, and she was going to continue to increase the pressure. No, it's impossible, she will definitely die!

Westhead's words were very serious, but Amiteren didn't think he was exaggerating. His charming violet eyes were still smiling, but it made Amiteren unconsciously take a step back.

This human monarch and hero is actually a complete monster beneath his gorgeous and dazzling appearance!

"If you really don't want to, you can report to the Grand Attorney and ask someone else to assist me, so that I don't have to perform this embarrassing duty."

It is impossible to give up. I have already tasted the sweetness and fallen into the river of perdition. After tasting that kind of taste, it is impossible to give up anymore.

It was not until this moment that Amitron realized a cruel fact - she could no longer leave Westhead, and had become this man's almost eternal pursuer.

Westhead tempted again, "Or another way, I will treat you with favor as gently as possible, and you will turn a blind eye?"

Without letting Lord Qinghui wait any longer, Amitelun quickly turned his head and said:
"Your awfulness is truly an eye-opener for me. You are even more disgusting than the maggots in the kitchen waste. Even if someone else takes my place, I will keep an eye on you to prevent your stench from polluting the entire Central Royal Court."

It was unlikely to directly ask the silver-haired elf swordsman to swear allegiance, but this answer was already a tacit agreement.

(End of this chapter)