Alibuda Chronicles Part 2: Volume 2 Chapter 1

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Chapter One: The Elf Prince,

whose family had been military families for generations, inevitably encountered situations like this: someone would suddenly appear and chase him down, mistaking him for their father's killer. If one was also in the military, this was even more common.

For generals and commanders, the accumulated achievements were inevitably stained with blood. Ordinary people might find it hard to imagine a five-year-old child being dragged into a dark alley and having a knife held to their throat, with someone saying things like, "Because your father caused countless families to be destroyed, now I will make him suffer the same pain."

This happened more than once, becoming one of my biggest childhood nightmares. Even more than ten years later, those images still occasionally send shivers down my spine. However, a couple of days ago, after being traumatized, I finally remembered the second half of my memory, including how I escaped danger and why I had never been attacked at home… My family's old folks who did gardening and tilling were indeed a group of ruthless killers…

However, if I had any right to complain before, that right was officially revoked after I actually experienced the battlefield. Leaving aside other countries, just considering the elves of Solancia alone, 280,000 elite soldiers perished on the battlefield at the Battle of Martinres Fortress, and hundreds of thousands of men, women, and children were taken prisoner and sold to slave traders in various countries. The number of people implicated and whose families were destroyed as a result is truly countless.

Because of this awareness, when this elven girl, burning with grief and hatred, brandished her silver spear and fiercely pursued and stabbed him, I was only busy fleeing, with no intention of trying to explain, silently praying that Zhizhi, who had run off to set off fireworks and summon reinforcements, would return soon.

"You vile slut, you deserve to run into my hands today. You'll have to repent in your next life."

The girl's martial arts skills were quite high. There were few elves with such excellent skills. Her strength was at the fifth level... or even close to the sixth level. She was almost a martial arts master. In particular, her silver spear was unpredictable and made it increasingly difficult to defend against. If I hadn't had a shield and managed to block it, I probably would have had more than just three bleeding wounds.

(Strange, her marksmanship is a bit odd. Is it too fancy? It should be faster and more lethal...

Born into a family of military generals, I've seen many superior martial arts techniques. I vaguely sensed something unusual in the enemy's marksmanship, but at this critical moment, I had no time to confirm my discovery. I just tried my best to gather my shallow true energy, using the rolling earth-shaking movement technique while channeling my strength into my numb arm, relying on the steel shield to block the enemy's lightning-fast gunshots.

"How shameful! The heir of the prestigious Farrell family of martial arts, only knows how to fight like a tortoise. Don't you have any shame?"

"Advance and retreat with strategy, that's the way of a general. And... call me a flying squirrel or an ostrich, I won't be a tortoise. You can have your old man do that.")

"Shameless and despicable!"

True to her noble and proud nature, provoked by my words, her already swift and powerful spear thrust became even more ferocious. Judging from the escalating pain in her arm, even if the bone wasn't broken, it was certainly bruised and bleeding. At this rate, the shield would shatter sooner or later, and I wondered if I could find a chance to escape before then.

To be honest, I have to admit, this elven girl before me was quite charming. Although I couldn't see her face, her slender waist, agile and heroic posture, even her simple spear thrusts, all exuded youthful vigor. The beauty of spring inevitably stirs the imagination, making one wonder what kind of fair and tender body lies beneath those clothes.

If I weren't so busy parrying and my wrist wasn't throbbing with pain, I would have tried to get closer to see the curves of her breasts and buttocks, indulging in some fantasies. But now, I had no such thoughts at all; I was just desperately praying that Zhizhi would return with reinforcements soon, or even better, that she herself would come back as reinforcements.

A moment of distraction caused an opening in my defense, and the young knight's spear swept across my right shoulder. The pain was excruciating, blood gushing out. The force of the spear was so strong; my arm was almost ruined.

(If this thrust wasn't a sweep, but a stab, then... why did she sweep? Could it be... that's it? Her usual weapon isn't a spear, but a halberd, which explains this.

Since we started fighting, I've had a strange feeling. This girl's spear movements have many gaps, wasting many opportunities, but the way she raises her wrist to strike shows years of training. This spear technique is also a superior martial art; it shouldn't have the clumsy mistakes of a third-rate martial artist. So another possibility is that she's not used to the weapon. Observing from this idea, her usual weapon should be a halberd, and she switched to a spear this time for ease of carrying, which is why there are flaws in her sweeping and dragging movements.

Based on this idea, I tried to create an exploitable flaw, and a recently mastered attack technique officially came in handy.)

(Shoot!

The book of erotic magic, besides the summoning spells, also contains some less powerful physical techniques that utilize internal energy, requiring no external force or incantations. I hadn't tried practicing them before, only recently completing them. Using them in combat for the first time, I flicked my arm, and an egg-sized pink energy blast shot out, heading straight for the enemy's face.

"The Ten Directions Weapon of the Xuanwu True Skill?"

The elven girl's exclamation carried a hint of barely concealed fear. This fear caused by misidentification was exactly the effect I needed; otherwise, how could an energy blast that couldn't even penetrate a thin wooden board pose a threat to her? Taking advantage of the moment her attack faltered, I seized the opening in her spear technique, rolled to the side, and escaped her attack range.

"Trying to run?"

She snapped out of her daze, suddenly thrusting her spear at my back with ferocity, but it was already within my calculations. Because the distance had increased, the force of the thrust was weaker than before, a shift that actually benefited my defense.)

"Eternal wind, by my will, transform into a strong shield to protect me."

Using simple wind magic to enhance the shield's defense was easy, but it was an action ordinary martial artists wouldn't perform. It should have been a surprise attack, allowing me to create distance and escape, but this time I made a careless mistake.

"Wind spirit, retreat!"

Elves are far superior to humans in their control and perception of elemental magic, especially colorless wind magic. I tried to strengthen my defense with wind magic, but forgot that my enemy was an expert in this. With just a short shout that could hardly be called a spell, he broke my magic, and his silver spear fiercely pierced the cracked shield.

"Bang!"

The shield shattered instantly, and the silver spear plunged forward, but missed its target. I used the broken shield to buy myself some time, rolled forward, and entered the blind spot of her spear. Before she could react and retreat, I drew the Hyakkimaru sword from my sleeve, unleashing a dazzling arc of light as I swept the blade across her.

Although she had attacked first, considering the current situation, I didn't want to go too far. Also, remembering she was a beauty, I only aimed my sword at her calf. If all went well, I'd sever her tendons and bones, leaving her crippled for life—better than losing a leg or her life.

With Hyakkimaru's unparalleled sharpness, this sword could have pierced not only flesh and blood, but even steel. Moreover, judging by the thickness of her boots, she couldn't possibly be wearing any armor. Yet, when I slashed at her, I found the blade impenetrable. The violent recoil even caused my wrist pain, and I lost my grip on the hilt.

(How is this possible? This little elf girl... how could she withstand Hyakkimaru?

Based on the stereotype that elves are not good at martial arts, I had been ignoring several illogical possibilities. But the moment Hyakkimaru's attacks were impervious, and even deflected, I suddenly had a very familiar, ominous feeling, as if I had encountered a similar situation somewhere before, and met an elf with a similarly indestructible body.

(Job Sheen?)

The long-forgotten name, along with the events that had unfolded at Martinres Fortress, flashed through my mind. But I had no time for reflection, for my failed attack had allowed the young knight to release her lance, freeing her hand to strike me squarely on the forehead.

In that split second, at such close range, escape was impossible. I steeled myself, raising my sword in a desperate upward thrust, not caring about the angle—a vulgar groin strike—my mind consumed by the desire to die with her. A gasp rose above me, the palm strike gaining even more ferocity, determined to kill me before the blade reached me.

"Stop! Spare my life!"

A thunderous shout, seemingly from a man, rang out. But by then, the fight was on, and there was no turning back. Just as a catastrophic situation seemed to be unfolding, a powerful shockwave suddenly swept in from the right like a hurricane. I only vaguely saw what appeared to be a giant, transparent sword, as tall as a person, piercing from the right, before vanishing into nothingness, and

I was sent flying. The young female knight fared no better, only falling backward. This demonstrated the extraordinary skill of the dismantler, who had separated the two at the last second with a single, gentle force.

I rolled several times before finally stopping, and looking up, I saw the young female knight had also regained her footing and was about to charge towards me again when a dark shadow flashed in front of her, and someone rushed in front of her, blocking her movement.

"Enough, Bianca. Your actions today have dishonored the noble will of the Elf King, and what place do you place on the pride of the Solancia elves? Who authorized you to do this?"

Despite the anger, the voice was still as gentle and pleasant as music. One could imagine that this person was a nobleman, similar to Fang Qingshu, highly educated and raised in a good environment. But his words jolted my confused mind.

The Elf King was the name of a god worshipped by the elves. Although the young knight Bianca was still veiled, this person had immediately revealed her identity. If he wasn't an idiot, then he was already prepared to confront me openly. Judging from his demeanor and aura, it was probably the latter. And Bianca, upon being rebuked, immediately knelt on one knee, remaining silent. This indicated that he was no ordinary person, possibly a member of the Solancia royal family… In other words, after Narcissas, another high-ranking figure hidden behind the scenes of the meeting had been forced into the limelight.

Who was it? From his back view, his tall and slender figure, and his long silver hair, I compared the name with the information in my mind. Military secrets have certain physical records of important figures from various countries. Taking advantage of my position, I consulted a lot of things that were originally military secrets and managed to memorize a lot of information. At this moment, comparing the characteristics in my mind, a name immediately appeared.

(Lenfiel Granas Stedin? The second prince of Solancia? Wasn't he rarely away from Solancia?

He's a figure even more prestigious than Fang Qingshu. Because the first prince is mediocre, the crown prince position has never been established. Among the princes, he is the most outstanding. If the King of Solancia were to die, he would have a high chance of succeeding to the throne. However… I heard he has a strange fondness for Eastern culture, which displeases his father.

But this discovery has given me a new question. The strike that separated me and Bianca from danger was powerful and ruthless; it wasn't something that could be easily executed. Even a master like Leng Linglan would have to admit defeat. Lunfiel's reputation is resounding, but military intelligence doesn't specifically mention his martial arts skills. Could he really unleash such a high-level strike? Moreover, his voice doesn't sound like that loud shout from earlier…)

"Young people fighting so fiercely, resorting to such heavy-handed tactics? You escaped by chance this time, but next time you'd

better tone down your temper." Lun Fei'er's appearance was sudden. I had been focused on him, oblivious to everything else, until this calm and refined man's voice rang out—the same voice that had just spoken. Only then did I realize there was someone nearby, speaking as he slowly approached. He

had long black hair, three short strands of beard, and appeared to be in his forties. He was remarkably handsome and refined, with a pair of eyes that shone with a restrained light, clearly possessing a high level of internal energy cultivation. I didn't recognize him, but he certainly wasn't a simple person. However, regardless of who he was, at present... This wouldn't mean much to me compared to a random passerby, because once my senses returned, I immediately realized something extremely ominous.

This commotion had already caused a fire and thick smoke in the manor; it was impossible for anyone in Sara City not to see it, especially since Zhizhi had already run off some time ago. In that case, even if no one else said anything, Leng Linglan would arrive immediately. When everyone met, everything, good or bad, would be exposed, especially regarding Zhizhi. I would be unable to defend myself now, and things would become far more troublesome than I imagined.

Without hesitation, I had to make a judgment: despite the risk, if this elven prince was truly as shrewd and capable as rumored, I believed he wouldn't disagree with me.

"Prince Renfell, you must be unhappy to see such a scandal here. As the Commander of the Alibuda Knights, I wish to make a deal with you."

Looking across the land, there are probably few soldiers like me who spend more time negotiating than fighting. Moreover, the Solancia elves are not good negotiating partners; nine out of ten proud elves are severe racists, and there's little room for negotiation with them.

However, Renfell seems to be one of the remaining 10%, or perhaps he's simply forced to compromise by circumstances. After all, Solancia's deployment of a commando team to carry out kidnappings within Alibuda's territory would immediately ruin their reputation.

Our agreement is simple: an immediate ceasefire. He will withdraw his troops immediately, and I will be responsible for stabilizing the Alibuda forces, sealing off all information, and preventing the scandal from escalating.

"Commander Farelvan, you and your father have stained yourselves with the blood of my elven compatriots. I have no interest in your favor."

"Your Highness, there's no need for thanks. This is a mutual agreement, not a favor. You're afraid of a scandal, and I'm afraid the meeting won't happen—that's all."

The pressure of the situation was the perfect catalyst for international negotiations. Although the prince's cold expression was reminiscent of crystal in the snow, when he began to withdraw his men, I rushed down to stabilize the arriving reinforcements. The deal was done without a doubt.

Things had escalated so much, and my identity had been recognized. It was impossible to continue hiding. Securing a chance to leave was a way to salvage the situation. On the way, I met Zhizhi, who had rushed back to rescue me. She was both surprised and delighted to see me, almost bursting into tears as she rushed towards me.

"Husband, thank goodness you're safe and sound, I…"

Luckily, my earlier words had appeased this clever, silly girl; otherwise, it would have been difficult to speak now. I held Zhizhi tightly and whispered but firmly in her ear, "Husband, thank goodness you're safe and sound, I…"

"Promise me, no matter what happens later, you can't recognize me, understand?"

After saying that, without waiting for Zhizhi's reaction, I released her and left. I saw her pause for a moment, then nod, but wisely didn't follow, seemingly understanding my meaning.

Then I rushed to the front to direct the wounded remnants in the manor, putting out fires and treating the injured. By the time I gave the order to assemble, the elves had naturally all retreated, so the only remaining problem was dealing with the reinforcements coming from Sara City.

Logically, if Leng Linglan were the leader, then it would only take a short time... With just a few words, I could explain the situation clearly. Given her shrewdness, she would naturally agree with my approach and work together to suppress this scandal, preventing it from ruining the meeting atmosphere.

Looking down from my vantage point, I saw a slender blue figure flash upwards from the mountainside, ahead of the main reinforcements. Her lightness skill was incredible; it was none other than Leng Linglan. A few words with her would be enough to avert the crisis.

However, things took a turn for the worse. Just as the blue figure swiftly reached the top of the hill, and I was about to meet her, the surrounding space vibrated unexpectedly, and another dark figure slowly appeared on the hilltop.

The teleportation magic was a step faster than Leng Linglan's lightness skill. As a result, when Leng Linglan appeared in front of me, Narcissa also appeared at the same time. I was speechless.

Leng Linglan was indeed a very intelligent commander. She frowned slightly when she saw the situation and only asked me about the current situation, without asking what had happened. Of course, I only reported the casualties of the manor's guards, adding that the VIP had been protected and was safe and had been sent elsewhere, without mentioning anything else.

Within a quarter of an hour, the situation worsened. The fire inside the manor was completely extinguished, but the tense atmosphere outside the manor had only just begun. Narcissa had sensed something was wrong and came here, and others certainly could too. Within a quarter of an hour, important figures from various countries, led by Ryan Buffett, appeared one after another, as if they had agreed beforehand.

"Princess Linglan, Commander Farrell, what happened here?"

Those who asked this question were second- or third-rate lackeys. The truly important figures didn't need to speak; they were all waiting for an answer. However, being the focus of so many top figures' attention—with concern and hostility that awaited my embarrassment—even with my fearless courage, I couldn't utter any excessive nonsense at this moment. I could only briefly explain that a riot had just occurred, and I happened to be passing by and led my team to repel it.

"What is the origin of these rioters?"

the Ishtar man asked with ill intent. Just as I was wondering whether I should give my pre-arranged answer, Mao Yan'an, who had appeared out of nowhere in the crowd, swaggered forward and said that stirring up a commotion at this time was very likely a conspiracy by the Black Dragon Society, and everyone should be careful.

Good uncle, great minds think alike! Without even needing evidence, you've already pinned all the stolen goods on the Black Dragon Society. If that bastard Kurosawa Kazuo heard this, I wonder if he'd chase you all the way to the southern barbarians? But why did you have to wink at me while you were speaking? Are you afraid others won't know you're up to no good?

However, the Ishtar people did not agree with this hasty conclusion. Narcissa was the first to mock them, asking why the Black Dragon Society was behind all the conspiracies? How could the capital of Alibuda allow the Black Dragon Society's traitors to run rampant and do whatever they pleased? Wasn't that ridiculous?

"Your Excellency is mistaken," Leng Linglan retorted calmly. "If the conspiracy isn't behind the Black Dragon Society, then shouldn't it be the Ishtar people? Speaking of which, there have indeed been some strange things happening in our capital recently, and we would like to ask Your Excellency to assist in the investigation..."

The words, though spoken by Leng Linglan, carried a dangerous undertone. These two beauties, both among the Seven Beauties, were also sworn enemies. Moreover, the Ishtar people had indeed recently orchestrated several conspiracies within the country, including the attack on me, all of which had traceable evidence. This remark immediately dampened Narcissa's momentum.

But the witch of Ishtar was no pushover. She immediately retorted, stating that the Ishtar delegation's whereabouts near Sara were still unknown, and questioned whether the person who had initially claimed responsibility should also take action. Despite

the aggressive questioning, Leng Linglan remained calm, dismissing the issue with the statement, "Some nations are treacherous and cunning; who knows if someone orchestrated this to mislead people?" The tense atmosphere made everyone feel as if they were on a battlefield, completely forgetting the dilapidated manor before them and their very reason for being there. Just

as the situation reached a stalemate, a calm and impartial male voice timely resolved the conflict.

"President Ryan, King Leng, and high-ranking officials from various countries, please calm down. I guarantee you will all receive a satisfactory explanation."

With this voice, two figures emerged from the charred gate, shrouded in wisps of smoke. The one leading them was none other than Prince Lunfiel, who had not previously appeared publicly, followed by the unidentified middle-aged scholar.

(Oh no, judging by this, could it be one of Lunfiel's top bodyguards? I heard Lunfiel, like Fang Qingshu, is a prized disciple of the old bald monk Xinchan. Is that why they sent a top bodyguard from the Palace of Light to protect him? Humph, what racial discrimination! Even his handsome elf prince's guards are good-looking, while I have to look at delinquent uncles all day long, it's outrageous...)

My mind raced with these thoughts, and I suddenly realized the seriousness of the situation. After all, the appearance of Solancia's top minister would have an impact no less than the appearance of Narcissus. I could imagine the shock and shock around me, and the complete silence around me confirmed my suspicion. I

slowly turned my head and looked around. What I saw was exactly what I expected. Many people present had changed their expressions. Apart from figures like Ryan and Leng Linglan, who were at the center of power, even Mao Yan'an stopped what he was doing and showed a look of joy. However, the object of their gazes was somewhat strange. Although they were looking at Lunfiel, their gazes were actually fixed on the middle-aged scholar behind him.

"Regarding what happened here today, Prince Lunfiel and I will explain later, but before that, I can testify that the Ishtar delegation was indeed attacked outside Sara City, and this is not a fabrication..."

This statement was abrupt and illogical, abruptly shifting the topic to support the Ishtar people, making it unclear which side this person was on. He stroked his short beard and said gently, "The situation was quite dangerous. I happened to be passing by and assisted my friends in resisting the enemy. After a fierce battle, we finally repelled them. The identities of these assailants are unknown. Although some were from Alibda, their purpose and origin require further investigation..."

His words astonished everyone present. I glanced at Narcissa, and saw a look of joy on her face. This middle-aged scholar was indeed the expert she had mentioned who had "mysteriously appeared and helped the Ishtar delegation repel the villains." Leng Linglan's expression was uncertain; it was unclear whether she recognized him.

Among the crowd, probably over 90% were like me, knowing this middle-aged scholar was someone of importance, but not knowing his true identity. If he were royalty or a political figure, he lacked that worldly air; if he were a peerless martial artist, among the five strongest in the world, the one whose appearance most closely matched him was…

I vaguely heard someone behind me making guesses, but my eccentric father wouldn't fail to recognize him; as for the Black Dragon King appearing so openly, even Kurosawa Kazuo himself probably wouldn't believe it. Just as I was about to ask my uncle for clarification, the middle-aged scholar spoke up.

"I am Xin Deng, a recluse from beyond the mundane world. Because this peace talks concern the well-being of all people, I have been entrusted by my senior brother to secretly oversee and assist them. Greetings, esteemed guests."

These words stirred a silent commotion among the crowd. Their gazes shifted from doubt to shock, then to fervent anticipation, a scene somewhat reminiscent of Ryan's initial arrival in Sara City.

The influence of the Temple of Light over the entire land was known even to a three-year-old. The highest authority in the Temple of Light was the highly respected Venerable Xin Chan, rumored to possess martial arts skills no less than the five strongest, but since he never demonstrated them, this was difficult to confirm. Only his few favored disciples offered glimpses into the monk's cultivation.

It was also widely known that Venerable Xin Chan had two fellow disciples... The eldest sister, the Heart Sword Nun, is one of the five strongest, having spent years in seclusion, living in isolation. The third brother, the Heart Lamp Hermit, had a fortuitous encounter in his youth, mastering extremely rare fire magic. He is said to be a refined scholar with a tranquil disposition and a love of literature. Since his elder brother took over as palace master, he has vanished, wandering the world, no longer concerning himself with power or worldly affairs. Due to his elusive nature, few have seen him.

However, his love of literature doesn't mean he lacks martial arts skills. Just looking at the Heart Sword and Heart Zen techniques, it's easy to imagine the Heart Lamp Hermit's prowess. Moreover, even detached from worldly affairs, he is still the undisputed third most powerful figure in the Cihang Jingdian, his influence and reach not much less than Ryan's. And such a legendary figure has actually come to Sara City for a peace conference?

(Uh…oh no, I'm not afraid of Heart Zen coming, but why this guy of all people?)

A sudden wave of unease washed over me. To me, Master Xindeng was not only a powerful figure, but also the mentor of the two sisters, Yu Ni and Yu Hong. What if this powerful figure knew of my beastly acts towards Yu Hong…?

As my heart pounded with anxiety, I looked up and saw Master Xindeng, surrounded by a crowd, looking in my direction. His smile was gentle, but the words he uttered sent a chill down my spine.

“General Farrell? Truly a young hero worthy of his reputation. My two good-for-nothing disciples told me that you were elusive and resourceful in the Southern Barbarians, instigating the division of the four beast clans, overthrowing the Serpent Clan's treacherous schemes, and even brazenly seizing the Tiger's Whistle from the Venerable of Ten Thousand Beasts. You are truly chivalrous. I admire you greatly.”

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