Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong

Chapter 36: The Lord and the Half-Elf_l

Translator: 549690339

Gazing at Leo Ray’s smiling face not far away, the old Half-Elf suddenly felt a bone-chilling coldness. Beneath the calm expression of this young human, there lay a boundless killing intent.

Realizing this, the old Half-Elf’s hand, clutching his cane, couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

Originally, while facing the Half-Orc Shaman just now, he had wanted to exchange the lives of the twenty-plus Half-Elves inside the house for a slim chance of survival for the hundreds of tribespeople hidden in the spatial crevices.

There, there were also over thirty Tier 1 and a few Tier 2 elite warriors who might be able to break out of the encirclement.

However, the sudden arrival of a Tier 5 powerhouse and three Tier 3 powerhouses completely shattered his illusions.

At this moment, the old Half-Elf clearly understood that there was no possibility of escape in the face of such an impressive lineup of powerful individuals.

But then again, how could this young man have brought so many formidable fighters to this place?

Under his sagging eyelids, the old Half-Elf’s sharp brown eyes darted back and forth, seemingly considering something.

Could it be… he’s the Otherworldly Lord who descended into this forest two days ago?

He remembered that a century ago, an Ancestor who had not yet fallen mentioned it.

An ancient Elf prophecy foretold that after a century, countless Otherworldly Lords would descend upon the Earth, bringing about a complete transformation and catastrophe to this world.

Therefore, when he sensed the sudden surge of abnormal energy in the forest two days ago, the old Half-Elf had been preparing his forces, planning to eliminate the newly arrived Otherworldly Lord completely while his wings were still weak, so as to cut off any future troubles.

In this forest, he naturally wouldn’t allow another power of such great danger to exist.

Just like the several human armies that had invaded before.

However, before he could launch his attack, the Half-Orc army had crazily invaded the Barrier.

At this moment, cold sweat rolled down the old Half-Elf’s wrinkled forehead.

Thanks to the Ancestor’s protection, fortunately, he had not yet started his attack and made an enemy of this young Lord; otherwise, he would have died even faster.

At this point, the old Half-Elf had no thought of resistance left and hurriedly spoke respectfully: “May I ask, are you the Lord who descended into this forest two days ago?”

“Indeed.” Hearing the other party’s words, Leo Ray was slightly taken aback, and then quickly realized.

It seemed that in this world, the descent of an Otherworldly Lord was not such subordinates.

And since the other party had already noticed and quickly inferred his identity, it meant that this Half-Elf Tribe was likely already plotting against him in the shadows.

As he considered this, Leo Ray’s gaze towards the old Half-Elf grew even sharper.

On the other side, keenly aware of the gaze cast by Leo Ray, the old Half-Elf’s eyes became evasive and unnatural.

He cleared his throat, took a step forward with the support of the Half-Elf Girl, and gritted his teeth: “Lord, I presume you have come for our tribe’s Treasure too? I am willing to offer it to you!”

“Grandpa?” Hearing this, the Half-Elf Girl showed an incredulous expression and quickly inquired: ‘Why do you want to give the Treasure to them?” “A man with no sin bears the sin only when holding the jade.”

With a heavy sigh, the old Half-Elf seemed to age even more, replying, “In recent centuries, our tribe’s bloodline has been declining, and our former foundation is long gone.

Until today, we are at a point where we cannot even produce a single Tier 3 powerhouse.

If we stubbornly try to retain the Treasure, we will only attract disaster.”

Reaching this point, the old Half-Elf leaned on his cane, took another step forward, and looked determinedly into Leo Ray’s eyes: “Lord, I know you must be a kind and benevolent leader.

We can give you the Treasure, but we only ask, in consideration of our tribe’s grave injuries and the many children who have lost their parents, that you spare us a path to survival!”

On the other side, watching the old Half-Elf’s vivid performance, Leo Ray couldn’t help but curl his lips.

Well, he’s trying to bind me with morals, huh.

Regrettably, as long as I have no morals, you can’t bind me.

Moreover, if their roles were reversed in terms of strength, it was likely that he would have already been decapitated, and perhaps reincarnated as a spider or a slime.

“Your Excellency, I think there’s one thing you’ve misunderstood,”

Leo Ray said with a smile, “I am, of course, determined to have the Treasure.

However, I don’t see any difference between you giving it to me and me taking it over your dead bodies.”

Honestly, Leo Ray hadn’t expected the other party to agree to hand over the Treasure so readily.

So, since they had yielded, all that was left was for him to press his advantage and see if he could squeeze anything more out of them.

“You bastard! My great grandfather begged you like this, and you… What do you want from us?” The Half-Elf Girl’s lovely face flushed red, and she was eager to argue with Leo Ray.

However, the next second, Stella Clark’s dagger was already pressed against the girl’s flawless white neck.

Signaling Stella not to act rashly, Leo Ray still wore a calm expression, looking indifferently at the old Half-Elf.

By now, Leo Ray’s intentions were undeniably clear.

Either show some sincerity, or he would take their lives and the Treasure together.

Across Leo Ray, though his face was filled with worry, the old Half-Elf’s mind was spinning rapidly.

As an aged comrade of nearly 300 years, he was by no means foolish and naturally understood the meaning of Leo Ray’s words.

Moreover, after probing just now, he had already determined that this human was the type of person who wouldn’t yield to any means.

Playing games with such an opponent, one misstep could result in the entire tribe’s demise at his own hands.

The most critical point was that besides the Treasure, he had no other bargaining chips in his hands.

Beauty? There was no need to think about it. There were three top-notch beauties on the other side.

As for his own great-granddaughter, although her appearance was passable, her wilful and wayward temperament would probably have rendered her unmarriageable if she were not born into his family as the Chieftain.

Divine weapons and artifacts? Aside from the Treasure left by the Ancestor, everything else was Tier 1 and Tier 2 equipment. Would the other party even be interested?

Strategy? In the face of absolute power, playing smart would only bring a more tragic death.

After hesitating for a moment, the old Half-Elf’s wrinkled forehead began to sweat profusely.

He suddenly realized that it seemed he had no other choice..