Blood Elf Monarch

His current opponent was an elven elder. With his wrinkling skin, Tristan could deduce that the elf had most likely been around for about a thousand years. And in those years, he must have accumulated the skills needed to engage in combat.

Water element invisibility spell, water element summoning, and a healing spell. From the stats and the spells that he used, it was clear that the old elf was a support type magician. These types of magicians were normally weak in terms of close range combat or any physical combat.

Unfortunately, what he lacked was made up for with the artifacts he possessed. The armor as well as the dual daggers were definitely magic items, and potent ones at that.

Tristan had seen what a high tier item imbued with magic could do. He wondered what this one was able to accomplish.

Now that the old elf had removed his tunic, Tristan could see that the full plate of golden armor he was wearing covered almost all of his body, up to his neck.

Honestly, the armor's appearance evoked a sense of strength and superiority that really did not match with the elf's pale, wrinkly skin… 

Tristan was like, "Please... Cover it up, old dude..."

The old man's appearance combined with the malicious smile on his face bothered him, somehow.

The elder said in a calm manner. "It appears I will be killing two mayors in a week."

Tristan appreciated the old man's honesty. Now he had no need to worry about any reprimands from the king or the other elves when he eventually killed the old bastard. 

"You are so confident, old goat!"

"You will see why!" replied the elf

The old elf cast his spell again. From what Tristan could tell, it was a speed buff spell, making the elder's sinewy body move at an inhuman rate. [slipstream] and added with [Mirage], were both powerful Tier 4 water element spells to boost speed and render its user invisible. A dangerous combination indeed.

Swiiissh! Swiish!

Tristan could tell from the movements in the wind that the dagger was coming, but it was simply too fast. If only he was able to see his physical form; he could dodge the attacks better then.

Splaaatt!! 

Tristan has been trying to dodge and parry the attack but still, the old elf had managed to strike at least half a dozen wounds into Tristan's body, injuring him. 

Since his eyes seemed to be playing tricks on him, Tristan decided to close them shut and started to depend on his other senses and Katra to predict the old elf's movements.

Swiishhh!! Swisshh!! 

He starts to depend on the sounds of the earth around him and the flying dusty wind whizzed past his ears, that's when he can tell the enemy's movement and react faster.

"To the right!"

Clankkk!!

"Lucky guess!"

Tristan was unable to dodge or parry all of them, but just like before, Tristan's body had the capability to adapt to his opponent in the heat of battle. It was as if his body has a memory and every each repeated attack only made the body react better.  It can also be said he was relying mostly on his instincts. 

Surprisingly although he was still barely able to see the enemy, It didn't take much longer before Tristan was able to predict the coming attacks with even more precision. This time, he was able to counter them more effectively.

Clankl!!

Unfortunately, despite his efforts, it appeared that he merely hit the plated armor... Such an annoying opponent.

Tristan could see the elder elf decloak from his spells a few meters away. Although he was not able to injure him directly, the old elf still seemed shocked from the hit. Tristan smirked.

The wrinkle elder looked very irritated now. Once more, he cast the summoning elemental spells, and again three towering pillars emerged from the ground, eventually transforming into three humanoid water elements who charged directly at Tristan.

Now with the three elementals added to the fight, Tristan could no longer sense the enemy's movement like before. There was simply too much to focus on. 

"Shit!" 

It appeared that the elder had figured out his strategy. He was looking to overwhelm Tristan's senses by adding more opponents.

He could dodge the elemental attack very well with his speed, but it was the old elf's dagger that kept managing to reach his body.

With blood dripping from the wounds on his body, Tristan thought of an idea. His elf body could handle the wound easily but then he decided to pretend to be weakened by all the attacks. He lowers his speed, reaction and opens himself more to be hit. 

Finally, the move Tristan had been waiting for had come. The old elf decided to stab him from the front to hit his heart and end the battle.

All Tristan needed to do was move a little at the right moment just to make sure he didn't hit the heart.

Spllaatttt!!

When the dagger pierced Tristan's body, The elder grinned at first, but upon seeing the wicked smile that had spread on Tristan's face, he quickly tries to dislodge the dagger. Unfortunately for him, Tristan had grabbed the old elf's shoulders with his two large hands, pulling him in, letting him pierce the dagger deeper.

"I got you now!! taste my strongest move! Elvish headbuttt!!"

Baaammmm!!

With such high battle power, that single hit instantly made the elder's nose begin to gush violently with blood. He didn't realize this elf was so crazy. He tried so hard to release himself from the grip. But he can't move his body at all. Tristan's grip was too strong for him. 

"Haha! You must be really regretting that you didn't wear a helmet, aren't you!"

Baaaammmm!! 

The second headbutt was enough to almost knock him out completely.

"Safety first! Always safety first! wear a helmet!!"

Tristan's wicked laugh and spur of words he dont gets was the last thing he heard before,

Baaaammmm!!

Finally, the third headbutt made him fall unconscious.

Although his body bleeding here and there plus a huge headache from all the headbutting, Tristan couldn't help but feel satisfied that he had won.

By the time Tristan had finished the duel, he saw that the orcs had also already finished up all the elves warriors. He stood up straight, valiantly looking towards his troops as blood dripped down his forehead. 

"We have won!!!"

The sight of their bloodied chief screaming of victory made the orcs shout with him in Unison 

"Golug!! Golug!! Golug!!"

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