Luo Huo returned to the business district with a gloomy expression. When passing by the city gate, he happened to meet a group of dusty Loucheng monks again.
Just looking at the expressions of these monks who wanted to raise their nostrils to the sky, Luohuo knew that these people must be those sissies from the elves.
Luo Huo has never had a good impression of this group of guys who always think they are superior to others and talk and behave in a bad way.
The city area of the foreign dwarves is adjacent to these elves. Over the course of thousands of years, the two sides have had fierce battles more than once, and the hatred has been long-standing.
Although they haven't reached the point of fighting to the death, they still dislike each other and often fight.
Even though the situation had eased before, whenever monks from the two races met together, verbal quarrels and physical conflicts would often occur.
The young men of the dwarf tribe are extremely enthusiastic about this kind of fighting. Their greatest pleasure is to knock out the teeth of these sissies, then press them into the dust and then sit on them.
When Luo Huo was young, he participated in several such battles. He even captured the son of a fifth-level elf city lord and stuffed him under his buttocks and sat there for a whole day!
This matter is also one of the achievements that Hearthfire is proud of. Whenever he drinks and belittles these elves, Hearthfire will bring this matter up.
If he met these guys on a normal day, Luo Huo would inevitably come up and sarcastically express his disdain.
The scene where the elven monks were so angry that they drew their swords and wanted to fight to the death with them was Luohuo's favorite scene.
Whenever this happens, the fire will turn the opponent's mind into a group of monkeys jumping up and down, holding their stomachs and laughing.
Although this habit has been maintained for many years, unfortunately today he was in a bad mood and naturally lost the mood to tease these elves.
All he wanted now was to return to the area where he lived and tell the leader of the Loucheng monks what he had seen and heard.
But at this moment, the sound of a quarrel suddenly came, attracting the fire's attention.
Turning around, he saw the group of elven monks who had just arrived at Holy Dragon City, gathered at the entrance of the inner city, and seemed to have had a conflict with the defenders.
After seeing this, Luo Huo immediately stopped, turned around and ran back to watch the fun.
Luo Huo, who already had a preliminary understanding of the strength of Holy Dragon City, looked up at the arrogant elf monks and couldn't help but snicker to himself.
These damn sissies always think that they should be treated politely wherever they go, and under the pretext of being elegant, they actually do things that involve robbery.
Now that you have provoked Holy Dragon City, you just have to wait and suffer!
Just as the fire was pondering, the quarrel at the city gate became more and more intense.
This group of elven monks who had just arrived, numbering nearly a hundred in total, were all wearing white cloaks and fine armor underneath.
Judging from the cultivation level, this group of elven monks is very strong. The lowest monks are at the fourth level, and there are ten lord-level monks.
Such combat power can easily destroy an ordinary fifth-level city!
At this time, they all stood in front of the inner city gate, confronting the defenders.
An elf lord wearing hollow armor and a handsome face was looking coldly at the Holy Dragon City warriors in front of him, and said with a hint of command: "I'll say it again, I have the official documents of the Elf King City in my hand.
It needs to be handed over to your city lord, so ask him to come see me immediately!"
The person facing off against this elven lord monk was a Holy Dragon City warrior with only a level two cultivation level.
Facing the elf monk in front of him who was powerful enough to crush him, this Holy Dragon City warrior wearing black armor showed no fear. He just snorted coldly and said: "If you want to see the Lord of the City, I can inform you."
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You want the city lord to come to see you, who do you think you are, I think you are not awake yet?"
The Elf Lord sneered when he heard this, glanced at the soldier with contempt, and said sarcastically: "What is your identity, and you dare to make your own decisions?"
"I am just an ordinary Loucheng warrior responsible for guarding this city gate, so I have the right to refuse your request!
I can tell you clearly that this kind of thing that insults the majesty of the city lord will never happen here!
Let me tell you, Holy Dragon City is different from other places, your tricks won’t work here!”
Having said this, the Holy Dragon City soldier narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice: "I'm warning you again, this is the inner city area, and irrelevant people are strictly prohibited from approaching. Please leave here immediately.
If you continue to ignore the warning, I have the right to shoot you!"
It seemed that he was cooperating with the soldier's warning. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden "clicking" sound of mechanical operation on the city wall.
The four close-in defense guns, two anti-aircraft machine guns, and countless dark muzzles placed at the top of the city all locked onto these elf monks in an instant.
The eyes of those defending the city were constantly flashing with murderous intent.
An extremely depressing atmosphere suddenly filled the air, giving people the feeling that death was close at hand.
The expressions of the originally arrogant Elf monks changed. At this moment, they already felt a strong crisis.
They had a hunch that those metal pipes on top of the city could easily tear them into pieces!
Although they were extremely confident in their martial arts and bows and arrows, they still lacked confidence in the face of such cold murderous intent.
But even so, they did not dare to retreat and dodge, they could only grit their teeth and stand firm, because they represented the face of the elves.
The elven lord who was negotiating with the soldiers of Holy Dragon City also felt the strong murderous aura at this moment, and his mind was also shaken.
Pretending to be relaxed, he glanced at the weapons. Although his expression remained calm, in fact, he had already tensed his muscles.
The elves also have similar firearms and weapons, but because the number is too small, they are basically only used for research and rarely used in actual combat.
Although Laizhi has previously confirmed through intelligence that Shenglong City possesses a large number of firearms and weapons, they still have no clear conclusion on the actual power of these weapons.
But now it seems that the power of these firearms and weapons is far beyond my imagination!
After realizing this, the Elf Lord's confidence was no longer as strong as before.
Just when he felt embarrassed, his complexion suddenly changed slightly, as if he heard something, and his eyes kept turning.
After a few seconds, the Elf Lord's face softened and he said to the city defenders: "Since you insist on doing this, there is no need for me to be as knowledgeable as a little person like you.
So now please inform the city lord that Yue Qianhua, the daughter of the elven Moon God Count, wants to see the city lord and discuss something important with him!"
This time his attitude was obviously much kinder than before, at least there was no condescension in his tone.
Upon hearing this, the Shenglong City soldiers who were facing each other glanced at each other coldly, and then picked up the walkie-talkie next to them.
After explaining the situation here, about a few minutes later, a reply came from the intercom.
After the warrior with the earphones listened, he said to the Elf Lord in front of him: "The City Lord can meet you, but you can only enter with a maximum of three people, and you don't need to carry weapons!"
The elf monk looked at the walkie-talkie in the hands of the Holy Dragon City soldier, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, and turned to look at the team behind him.
A woman in a white robe nodded slightly, then looked at a very beautiful woman next to her.
This woman also wore a white cloak and a set of white leather armor that fit perfectly. The shape was exquisite, and it perfectly highlighted the curves of her body.
Although her chest area is not very majestic, it is extremely well-proportioned and looks quite eye-catching.
Underneath the white leather armor is a pair of perfectly proportioned legs, straight and round. A peculiar white textile tightly wraps her slender legs, exuding a faint fluorescent light.
A pair of white leather boots, extending all the way to the knees, with extremely delicate patterns embossed on them, obviously expensive to make.
Accompanied by two lord-level monks, the woman slowly walked through the city gate and entered the inner city.