Alibuda Chronicles Volume 12: Chapter 1 The Elf Prince

For families with generations of military commanders, this kind of situation is often encountered: suddenly, someone appears and attacks you as if you were their father's killer. If you're also in the military, this happens even more often.

How could the achievements of a general or commander be without bloodshed? 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 and why I was never attacked at home… My family's old folks who do gardening and tilling the soil are indeed a group of ruthless, deranged killers…

However, if I originally had any right to complain, 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 wretch, you deserve to run into my hands today. You'll regret it in your next life."

The girl's martial arts skills were quite high. Among elves, there were few with such excellent skills. Her strength was at the fifth level... even close to the sixth level, which was almost enough to make her a martial arts master. In particular, her silver spear was unpredictable and difficult to parry. If I hadn't had a shield in my hand to block the attacks, I probably would have had more than just three bleeding wounds.

(Strange, her spear technique is a bit strange. Is it too fancy? It should be faster and more lethal...)

Born into a family of military generals, I had seen many superior martial arts techniques. I vaguely sensed something unusual in the enemy's spear technique. However, at this critical moment, I had no time to confirm my discovery. I just tried my best to use 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 spear shots one after another.

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

"A well-ordered advance and retreat, 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 that from me."

"Shameless and despicable!"

As expected of a noble and proud elf, provoked by my words, her already swift and powerful spear thrusts became even more ferocious. Judging from the escalating pain in her arm, even if the bone wasn't broken, it was definitely bruised and bleeding. At this rate, the shield would shatter sooner or later. Would I be able to find a chance to escape before then?

To be honest, I have to admit, this elven girl before me is quite charming. Although I can't see her face, her slender waist, agile and heroic posture, even her simple spear thrusts, all exude youthful beauty, making one wonder what kind of fair and tender body lies beneath her clothes.

If I weren't so busy parrying and my wrist was throbbing with pain, I would have tried to get closer to admire the curves of her breasts and hips, 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 a breach in my defense, and the young knight's spear struck my right shoulder. The pain was excruciating, blood gushing out. The force of the spear was incredible; my arm was almost ruined.

(If this wasn't a sweep but a thrust, 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 thrust the spear shows years of training. This spear technique is also a superior martial art; logically, it shouldn't have the clumsy mistakes of a third-rate martial artist. So another possibility is that the weapon isn't comfortable for her. 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 summoning creatures, also contains some less powerful physical techniques. These techniques utilize internal energy, requiring no external force or incantations. I hadn't practiced them before, only recently completing them. In my first real combat use, 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 far surpass humans in their control and perception of elemental magic, especially colorless wind magic. I tried to strengthen my defense with wind magic, forgetting that my enemy was an expert in this art. With a short shout—so short it could hardly be called a spell—she broke my magic, and her silver spear fiercely pierced the cracked shield.

"Bang!"

The shield shattered instantly, the silver spear thrusting forward but missing its target. I used the broken shield to buy myself some time, rolling forward into the blind spot of her spear. Before she could react, I drew the Hyakkimaru Divine Sword from my sleeve, unleashing a dazzling arc of light as I swept it across.

Although she attacked first, considering the current situation, I didn't want to go too far. Plus, I remembered she was a beautiful woman, so 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. Besides, judging by the thickness of her boots, she couldn't possibly be wearing any armor. But when I tried to cut her, I found the blade couldn't penetrate. The violent recoil even caused my wrist pain, and I couldn't grip the hilt.

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

Based on the stereotype that elves aren't skilled in martial arts, I had previously ignored several illogical possibilities. But in the instant Hyakkimaru's sword couldn't penetrate, and even bounced back, I suddenly had a familiar, ominous feeling, as if I had encountered a similar situation somewhere before, meeting an elf with a similarly indestructible physique.

(Job Sheehan?)

This long-forgotten name, along with the events that had transpired 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 together 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 the fight was now a stalemate; stopping so easily was impossible. 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 as gentle and pleasant as music. One could imagine that this person was a nobleman, similar to Fang Qingshu, highly educated and well-mannered. 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, he was already prepared for a direct confrontation. 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 silhouette, his tall, slender figure, and his long silver hair, I compared his appearance to the names and information in my mind. Military intelligence maintains physical records of important figures from various countries, and taking advantage of my position, I'd consulted many classified documents, memorizing a great deal of information. Now, comparing these features to my own, a name immediately came to mind.

(Lenfiel Granas Stedin? The second prince of Solancia? Wasn't he rarely leaving Solancia?)

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

However, this discovery raised a new question in my mind. The strike that had separated me from Bianca just now was powerful and ruthless, not something that could be easily executed. Even a master like Leng Linglan would have to admit defeat. Lun Fei'er's name was renowned, but military intelligence didn't specifically mention his martial arts skills. Could he really unleash such a high-level strike? Moreover, his voice didn't sound like that loud shout from before…

"Young man, so impetuous and violent? You've escaped by luck 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 and hadn't noticed anything else until this calm and refined man's voice came. It was the same voice that had just shouted. Only then did I realize there was someone nearby, speaking as he slowly approached.

With long black hair and three short strands of beard, he appeared to be in his forties, possessing a remarkably handsome and refined appearance. His eyes held a restrained brilliance, clearly indicating 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, he was currently no more significant to me

than a random passerby. As my senses returned, I immediately realized something extremely ominous. This commotion had caused a fire and thick smoke to rise in the manor, which couldn't possibly be missed by anyone in Sara City, especially since Zhizhi had already been out for a while. This meant that, aside from others, Leng Linglan would arrive immediately. When they met, everything, good or bad, would be exposed, especially regarding Zhizhi. I would be unable to defend myself, 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 Lunfiel, you must be unhappy to see such a scandal here, right? 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, Lunfiel seems to be one of the remaining 10%, or perhaps he was simply forced by circumstances to compromise. After all, Solancia's deployment of a commando team to carry out kidnappings within Alibuda's territory would immediately ruin their reputation.

Our agreement was simple: an immediate ceasefire. He would withdraw his troops immediately, and I would be responsible for stabilizing the Alibuda forces, blocking all news, and preventing the scandal from erupting.

"Commander Farrell, you and your father have stained yourselves with the blood of my elven brethren. I have no desire to accept your favor."

"Your Highness, there's no need for favors. This is mutual benefit, not a personal obligation. You fear scandal, I fear the meeting won't proceed—that's all."

The pressure of the situation was the best catalyst for international negotiations. Although the prince's cold expression was reminiscent of crystal in the snow, when he began to withdraw his troops, 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. Continuing to hide was impossible. Securing a chance to leave was a way to salvage the situation. On the way, I encountered Zhizhi, who had returned to rescue me. Seeing me, she was both surprised and delighted, almost bursting into tears as she rushed towards me.

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

Fortunately, my earlier words had appeased this silly elven girl; otherwise, speaking would have been difficult. I held Zhizhi tightly, whispering 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, extinguishing fires and treating the injured. By the time I gave the order to assemble, the elves had naturally retreated, so the only remaining problem was dealing with the reinforcements coming from Sara City.

Logically, if the leader was Leng Linglan, I could explain things clearly in just a few words. With her shrewdness, she would naturally agree with my approach and work together to suppress this scandal, avoiding ruining the meeting atmosphere.

Looking down from my vantage point, I saw a blue figure rushing upwards from the mountainside before the main reinforcements arrived. Such swiftness! Who else could it be but Leng Linglan? Just a few words with her, and the crisis would be over.

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

The magic of instantaneous teleportation was a step faster than Leng Linglan's lightness skill. As a result, when Leng Linglan appeared before me, Narcissus also appeared simultaneously. Now I was speechless.

Leng Linglan was indeed a very intelligent commander. Seeing the situation, she frowned slightly and only asked me about the current situation, not what had happened. Of course, I only reported the casualties of the manor's protective forces, adding that the VIP had been protected and was safely transported elsewhere, without mentioning anything else.

Within a short 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. Narcissus had sensed something amiss and come here; others certainly could too. Within a quarter of an hour, dignitaries from various countries, led by Ryan Buffett, appeared one after another, almost as if by prior arrangement.

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

Those who asked this question were second- or third-rate lackeys; the truly important figures, without needing to speak, were all waiting for an answer. However, being the focus of so many top figures' gazes, with concern mixed with hostility that awaited my embarrassment, even with my fearless courage, I couldn't utter anything too outrageous 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.

"Who exactly are these rioters?"

the Ishtar people 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 could very well be a conspiracy by the Black Dragon Society, and everyone should be careful.

"Good sir, great minds think alike! Without even needing evidence, you've already pinned all the stolen goods on the Black Dragon Society. If that scoundrel Kurosawa Kazuo heard this, I wonder if he'd chase you all the way to the southern barbarians? But why are you giving me that wink when you're talking? Are you afraid others won't know you're up to no good?"

However, the people of Ishtar didn't agree with this hasty conclusion. Narcissas was the first to mock them, asking why the Black Dragon Society was behind every conspiracy? The capital of Alibuda, yet it allowed the traitors of the Black Dragon Society to run rampant and do whatever they pleased—wasn't that ridiculous?

"Your Excellency is mistaken in saying that. If the conspiracy isn't behind the Black Dragon Society, then surely it's the Ishtar people? Speaking of which, there have indeed been a few strange things happening in my capital recently, and I would like to ask Your Excellency to assist in the investigation..."

This was a casual retort, but when Leng Linglan spoke, anyone could sense the dangerous atmosphere beneath the surface. These two beauties, both among the Seven Beauties, were also sworn enemies. Moreover, the Ishtar people had indeed orchestrated several conspiracies within the country recently, including the attack on me, all of which had tangible evidence. This retort immediately dampened Narcissa's momentum.

However, this witch of Ishtar was not one to be trifled with. She immediately countered, stating that the Ishtar delegation's attack near Sara was still unaccounted for, and questioned whether the person who had initially offered to take responsibility should also shoulder that responsibility

. Despite the aggressive questioning, Leng Linglan remained calm, deflecting the issue with the simple statement, "Some nations are treacherous and cunning; who knows if someone orchestrated this to mislead the public?" For a moment, the tense atmosphere made everyone feel as if they were on a battlefield, completely forgetting the dilapidated manor before them and why they had come in the first place. Just

as the situation reached a stalemate, a calm and composed male voice timely resolved the conflict between the two sides.

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

With this voice, two figures emerged from the charred gate, where wisps of smoke curled upwards. The one leading them was none other than Prince Lunfiel, who had not previously made a public appearance, 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 guards are handsome, while I'm stuck looking at delinquent old men all the time. It's outrageous...)

Lost in thought, 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 Narcissas. I could imagine the shock and shock around me, and the complete silence around me confirmed my suspicion.

Slowly turning my head to look around, I saw 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 gaze was rather strange. Although they were looking at Lunfiel, their eyes 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 villains are unknown. Although some were from Alibda, their purpose and origin need further investigation..."

His words astonished everyone present. I glanced at Narcissa, and saw a look of joy on her face, indicating that this middle-aged scholar was indeed the "mysterious figure who helped the Ishtar delegation repel the villains" she had mentioned that day. Leng Linglan's expression, however, was uncertain; I wondered if she had recognized the middle-aged scholar's identity?

Of the crowd present, probably over 90% were like me, knowing this middle-aged scholar was someone of great 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 his was…

I vaguely heard people behind me making guesses, but my freakish father wouldn't fail to recognize him; as for the Black Dragon King appearing so openly in front of everyone, 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, originally a recluse, but because this peace talks concern the well-being of all people, I have been entrusted by my senior brother to secretly assist and guide them. Greetings, esteemed guests."

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

The influence of the Palace of Light over the entire land is known even to a three-year-old. The highest authority in the Palace of Light is the highly respected Venerable Monk Xin Chan. Rumors circulate that his martial arts skills are no less than those of the five strongest, but since he never makes a move, this is difficult to verify. One can only vaguely glean glimpses of his cultivation from his few prized disciples.

It is widely known that Venerable Monk Xin Chan has two fellow disciples. His eldest sister, the Nun Xin Jian, is one of the five strongest, and has spent many years in seclusion, living in isolation. His third brother, the Layman Xin Deng, had a fortuitous encounter in his youth and is proficient in 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 ever seen him.

But a love of literature and art doesn't equate to weak martial arts skills. Just looking at the Heart Sword and Heart Zen techniques, it's easy to imagine the level of skill this Heart Lamp Hermit possesses. Moreover, even detached from worldly affairs, he is still the third most powerful figure recognized by the Cihang Jingdian, and his influence and reach are not much less than Ryan's. And such a legendary figure would actually come to Sara City in person for a peace conference?

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

I was filled with unease, because to me, the Heart Lamp Hermit, besides being a powerful figure, also had another identity: the mentor of the two sisters, Yu Ni and Yu Hong. What if this powerful figure knew about my beastly acts towards Yu Hong…

As my heart pounded with unease, I looked up and saw the Heart Lamp Hermit surrounded by a crowd, also looking in my direction, his eyes filled with a gentle smile, but the words he uttered sent chills down my spine.

"General Farrell? You truly live up to your reputation as a young hero. My two good-for-nothing disciples told me that you were elusive and resourceful in the Southern Barbarians, instigating the division of the four great beast clans and overturning the Serpent Clan's treacherous schemes. You even dared to risk everything to forcibly remove the Tiger's Whisper from the Venerable of Ten Thousand Beasts. You have a great chivalrous spirit. I admire you very much."

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