Chapter 98: Elf-Dwarf Race Clash (2)

Chapter 98: Elf-Dwarf Race Clash (2)

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The following 3rd match. In the situation of 1 win and 1 loss, the combatants who stepped into the arena were a dwarf wielding a heavy axe and shield, and an elf who summoned an elemental from the start.

The elf, who mainly used wind elementals, shot arrows imbued with wind, making them even more powerful. The dwarf protected himself with a large shield as he advanced.

The dwarf, like an armored tank, tried to approach the elf with his sturdy defense. The agile elf, on the other hand, harassed him from a distance.

The elf's wind-imbued arrows were firmly embedded in the iron shield, demonstrating their extraordinary power. The dwarf impressively blocked these powerful arrows with his sturdy defense.

It was like a battle between a long-range light tank and a short-range heavy tank. Moreover, the elemental attacks were not to be ignored either.

The invisible blades of wind scratched the shield and armor, leaving thin wounds. If it weren't for the metal armor, it would have caused serious injuries.

The result of this battle was... the defeat of the elf, who failed to take down the dwarf despite exhausting his arrows and magic.

Even though the elf attacked relentlessly, emptying his quiver, the iron shield and armor were in tatters. Yet the dwarf endured all the attacks and approached the elf.

The elf tried to use his staff after loosening the bowstring, but could not defeat the dwarf in close combat.

The elf tried to maintain distance and harass with the staff's reach, but the dwarf discarded his shield and charged with his axe in both hands. It was the moment the dwarf unleashed his pent-up resentment and oppression.

The elf tried to swing the staff against the axe, but what could a thin staff do? The staff was cleaved in two, and the large axe blade was embedded in the elf's head.

After the match, they checked the injuries of both sides. The elf had no significant injuries, while the dwarf was riddled with holes all over his body.

Hmm... Even in this state of being full of holes, the dwarf's injuries were not fatal. His endurance is truly remarkable.Diiscover new stories at novelhall.com

By the way, when the elf woke up from fainting, he saw his broken bow and burst into tears. It was the precious bow he received from the sacred tree during his coming-of-age ceremony, and now it was broken, so he cried uncontrollably without any composure.

His pitiful appearance was so heartbreaking that I decided to overlook the small matter of repairing his bow.

Anyway, that brings us to game four, with the Dwarves up two games to none.

The combatants were a dwarf wielding a heavy war hammer and shield, and a lightly-equipped elf.

No, not just lightly-equipped. There was a sword hanging at the elf's waist!

And a sizable one-handed sword at that!

An elf with a sword!

Anyway, it was a match between this unusual elf with a sword and the dwarf with a war hammer.

The initial situation was no different from the previous matches. The dwarf endured the barrage of arrows while advancing, and the elf maintained distance, whittling down the dwarf's defenses with arrows.

However, this time, the elf was not using elementals actively and seemed to be holding back.

Was he being cautious about running out of mana like in the previous match? Or was he saving them for some other purpose?

So it was a sword made by a dwarf. It was certainly an excellent sword for this era.

"Though it was proven in this situation, I'm satisfied that the 500 years I spent wielding the sword were not in vain. And the sword imbued with an elemental also displayed its full power."

"Ah, truly impressive swordsmanship and elemental skills. It would be fitting to call it an 'Elemental Sword'! Take pride in it!"

"Elemental Sword... That's a good name. I hadn't given it a name until now, but 'Elemental Sword' sounds fitting."

"Yes! Take pride in it! Among the non-hero, you wield the sword the best!"

Excluding the hero, of course.

"Hmm... The hero is that strong, huh? I'd like to try fighting him once."

"Ah, the hero seemed interested as well. Let's arrange a match after this. Now, rest well."

There were no life-threatening injuries, but the dwarf's bones were a bit damaged from blocking the war hammer. Even the palms of his hands were torn.

After treating the injured from the 4th match, the final match began.

2 wins, 2 losses, a tense situation. The winner of the last match would decide the overall victory.

The elf's representative stepped onto the stage, and cheers erupted from the elf spectators.

And the one who stepped onto the stage was the dwarf's representative.

Carrying a concealed weapon on his back and holding a shield, the dwarf representative.

The elf opponent began to glare at the dwarf representative while checking his quiver of arrows.

With the signal from the hero referee, the final match began.

As the elf shot arrows, the dwarf representative planted his shield in the ground to block the arrows, then drew the weapon concealed on his back, unwrapping the cloth.

The hidden weapon was... crossbow? And a quite large one at that! It was a crossbow using short javelins as bolts.

What, a crossbow here?! What is this? Is the dwarf's development speed just abnormal? Or is it strange that a crossbow appears here? I'm not sure!

Anyway, the dwarf representative, with the crossbow already pre-drawn, placed it on the shield and aimed at the elf, then pulled the trigger.

As the trigger was pulled, the taut bowstring released, and the javelin-like bolt flew towards the elf at a speed incomparable to arrows.

"Gah!"

A single moment of conclusion. A brief death cry.

The speed and destructive power were incomparable to arrows. It was an overwhelmingly powerful attack for the lightly-armored elf.

The final match was over in an instant.