Overturned Tower

"...Your Excellency, are you all right?"

When Russell woke up from the brief paralysis caused by the impact and severe pain, he heard a steady and old voice coming from the corner.

He didn't respond immediately, but immediately raised the sharp blade enduring the severe pain, and looked at the mercenary who was originally confronting him.

But what came into view was only a headless corpse lying on the ground.

…fine.

Your Excellency Bad Day finally did not betray me.

Russell had some complicated thoughts in his heart.

He knows very well that it is impossible to even get close at his own level. Not to mention beheading with one sword.

Under the extreme fear and tension before, the miracle of being able to chop off projectiles with a sword is almost impossible to perform again. If Russell was asked to perform again, he might just be killed on the spot.

However, as long as he makes a single mistake, he may be blown to nothing...

...no, wait.

I see.

Russell suddenly realized the train of thought of the bad day.

Because Russell is a fake hero, this sword was not cut by him at all. He has no military training, so his dexterous body depends entirely on the talent he got from his soul relatives.

Just as humans with dogs as soul relatives may acquire a sense of smell close to that of canines; humans with pigeons as soul relatives may inherit the ability to recognize the direction of magnetic fields. These are not necessarily changes in organs, but more of a kind of "spiritual connection" that is almost superpower.

For example, Bad Day, his nose structure is the same as that of Russell, but his sense of smell is probably stronger than that of ordinary people—as for how strong it can be, it depends on luck.

It's like Russell's mother—her digestive system is not weak, just like ordinary people. Even other foods and medicines are not contraindicated and can be eaten normally.

But she just can't eat chocolate...just because "neither can desert cats". There is no other reason.

This unreasonable connection that transcends causality is the "spiritual relative" passed down through blood.

In order to prevent your child from belching due to some taboos suddenly, when young children begin to gradually become spiritualized, they need to undergo a physical examination to identify individual peculiarities and clarify personal taboos and strengths.

The bad day must have been when I got my medical report from my parents when I was young. That's why he knew that he could remain relatively safe in battle.

However, with Russell's strength, facing an enemy of this level, it is difficult to defeat even one-on-one.

Not to mention one against four.

— So, a bad day is intentionally waiting to get hurt.

At least the injury must be to the extent that it will obviously affect the combat effectiveness. For example, obvious damage to internal organs, muscles and bones.

Only in this way, after Russell became famous, it would not bring him troubles that he could not solve because his fame was much higher than the real level.

Russell had an excuse of "not as strong as in the news".

That said, bad days have been borderline OB. At the moment when the other party caused enough obvious injuries to himself, Bad Sun immediately beheaded the man out of thin air at a distance of 100 meters, without letting him inflict a truly fatal injury on himself.

...You should tell me in advance.

Russell muttered in his heart, and slowly let go of his heart.

Of course, Russell also knew it in his heart—if he already knew that he was going to be injured intentionally, the injury might be even worse. For example, he may not be able to explode the projectile that explodes. And without enough determination, I am afraid that it is impossible to stimulate the real power of this psionic arm.

But this feeling of surviving after a catastrophe still made him feel exhausted.

"-Your Mightiness?"

The old man called out again, and Russell finally realized it.

"I'm fine."

Although he was still very tired and complained in his heart, Russell immediately put on a very pure business smile: "Don't worry, old sir. The remaining three have also been knocked down by me. We are safe .”

It's "we" not "you".

Russell emphasized this point emphatically.

"Great, sir! You saved our lives!"

Tied to the captain's chair, the captain who could only operate the empty boat in front of him and couldn't turn his head could not see Russell's appearance at all, so he could only shout loudly without turning his head: "After you recover some physical strength, can you Do you want to untie me as soon as possible? I can’t reach the control lever that makes the airship start to slow down and descend, so I can only control the airship to hover above the island of happiness.”

"no problem…"

Russell replied gently.

He didn't bear the pain, but made no secret of his weakness, staggered, and walked to the captain.

After he lost his "determination", the light blade on the psionic weapon also disappeared. It changed back to the ordinary short sword before.

Russell panted heavily, and vigorously picked up the rope on the captain's body. And carefully removed a device with needles hanging around his neck.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around and untied the old man in the corner.

Even though his jacket was removed, he was tied to a corner, unable to move, and handcuffed, he was still hale and hearty, with calm and calm eyes. It was as if he had already seen a scene many times bigger than this, and there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

Yes, this was an extremely rare old elf—the clock in the corner of Russell's vision told him that the year was 1202.

The word "elf" is the transliteration of "longevity species" in human language. The pronunciation of the word "human" also comes from the "short-lived species" in the elf language.

The biggest difference from humans is that elves do not have the phenomenon of "spiritual relatives". They don't develop any **** features, just pointy ears.

In Russell's view, these elves are more like "human beings" in his impression than "human beings".

In fact... Among the knowledge Russell has learned, some elf scholars believe that the phenomenon of "spiritual relatives" is a kind of "deterioration".

If all the animal features are removed through the computer model, the last thing left is the appearance of an elf. They believe that it is precisely because of the phenomenon of spiritual relatives that "short-lived species" cannot obtain a long life span.

Russell thought so too back then, but now Russell knows—this is nonsense. The knowledge of another world told him that even without furry cat ears and dog ears, he would still not be able to live for a hundred years.

But all elves have a lifespan of more than a thousand years.

But the one in front of Russell was already very old.

This means that this old man was probably born before the "zero year".

"Please don't fight, or I may cut you."

Russell softly whispered, untying the old man.

The old man nodded slightly.

As for status...

No need to worry.

It can almost be said that all elves - one hundred percent, are big people.

Among the seven giant corporations that ruled the world, at the highest level of their power—that is, the "board of directors", half of the positions are longevity seats.

In other words, the elves control half of the world's power.

The remaining half of the positions are used to compete for ephemeral species.

For short-lived species with a lifespan of less than a hundred years, at most they use the backward forms of "family" and "kinship" to barely preserve their wealth and status.

There will be loss in this process, and the loss is huge. Coupled with the active intervention of the elves, there are almost no human families that can maintain their status for more than four generations.

But almost all of these elves were born before the two world wars.

They have experienced two world wars and have profited enough from the wars. And today's human beings don't even know who the two sides in the two world wars were.

Compared with the kind of elves that Russell saw in the works of art in another world, who lived with the forest for thousands of years and only learned how to shoot an arrow, and even couldn't shoot arrows well, the elves in this world are simply " frozen power".

They have not become lazy because of their longevity. Instead, become extremely patient, learn knowledge in various fields, and let the wealth and power in your hands expand slowly and firmly through the most conservative operating methods.

The wealth obtained by these elves has not lost a cent due to the change of generations... On the contrary, it has continued to expand with time.

And until now, they still haven't died. Even more than half of the elves are in the prime of life.

With such a long lifespan, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com allows wealth and power to be directly solidified in their hands. Knowledge, secrets, connections, influence, handles... At the same time, they are extremely united.

Although there are extremely fierce struggles within the longevity species...but as long as there are external enemies, the elves of all companies will unite and fight against the outside world.

Even human beings with amazing talents can only climb to the starting point of elves in their whole life. That is to say, dragging the body that has begun to enter old age and enter the "board of directors". Less than fifty years later, he turned into bones and returned his position.

If you want to say in this airship, whose memory has special value...

Then there is no doubt that it can only be the elf old man in front of him.

But another doubt arose in Russell's mind—

The characteristics of the elf are so clear that you can know his value just by looking at it. So, why do you need to search the memory one by one?

"Son," the old elf asked softly, "Is the one in your hand the 'Saint Beheading'?"

"…you are?"

Russell felt a little uneasy.

In fact, he didn't know the origin of this psionic weapon, so he could only ask a little weakly.

"My name is Amirus. This name means 'persistence' in the Elvish language. And my identity is the general manager of Thothling's branch in Happy Island."

The old man said calmly: "The mind protection chip behind your head is the third generation developed fifteen years ago. And its last model was developed by the research and development team led by me sixty years ago."

He showed a gentle smile, and made an old and kind voice: "In fact, the psionic weapon in your hand is also named after me.

"You are...Alice's child, aren't you?"