I Am A Legendary BOSS Chapter 25: Two Royal Highnesses?

The brutal killing at the entrance of the Dwarfs' cave had stopped.

Some Dwarf Warriors who were covered in blood held onto the wall and forced their bodies to the mouth of the cave. They could finally see their savior!

"Pure-blooded Elves, Blackleaf Forest's Elves?"

"Why are they here?" One Dwarf said, shocked.

"They're Elves from the border town. You didn't patrol outside before so you didn't know an Elf Prince had come to the town…" A Dwarf Warrior with short stature and was gorgeously dressed, said with his eyebrows raised.

"Why would a pure-blooded Elf Prince come to such a place?"

"He's at the borders of Blackleaf Forest. This Elf Prince is really too careless. Isn't he afraid that he will be caught by evil people?" Someone sighed with worry.

"How would I know that?" There was a trace of admiration in the words of Odom. He did not explain well but was right.

Because in terms of bloodline, William was the Prince among the Blackleaf Elves!

The royal bloodline of the Blackleaf Forest was extremely rare, and there were many of them who died in battle. In addition, the Elves belonged to the species with long lives and because their breeding power was very worrying, they did not pay much attention to seniority. Basically, as long as the Elf King did not die, other descendants with royal blood were all crowned as princesses or princes!

Any princess and prince also had the right to inherit the throne!

The key was to see their influence and support rate, as well as the will of the Elf King.

But unfortunately, William's father was a human…

He was the prince of the Blackleaf Elves in terms of bloodline. Even to the 500 private soldiers, he was treated like a little prince of sorts.

However…

He did not have a real status!

Odom decided that he was an Elfin Prince.

This was because he had secretly observed and saw how respectful the 500 Elven bodyguards were to William. This was enough to show that William was the prince of the Elves!

Only with the dignity of the Elves' royal family would other Elves bow their heads respectfully.

"Wait a minute, what do you mean by saying that he was too careless to come here?" Odom looked unhappy and after speaking, turned around while holding his hammer.

The Dwarf Warrior who had spoken kept quiet and looked at the walls of the cave as if he wanted to use his fingers to pull out some secret silver…

Because Odom was also of royal blood and was even the last heir of the royal family of Lonely Mountain!

The last king of Lonely Mountain, Odom Heavyhammer!

Perhaps the people in this era had long forgotten the surname Heavyhammer. But in the past, this surname was not worse than that of the Elves, and those seven big Dwarf kingdoms were far from being compared to it.

However, the Dwarfen civil war broke out after the fall of Odello Heavyhammer, the king of Lonely Mountain.

The Dwarfs, who were truly loyal to the descendants of the Lonely Mountain's king, were killed and seriously wounded, so they could only escape with their young prince.

And the Dwarfs who had started the war claimed that they chose a king 'regretfully' because they could not find the real heir of the royal blood.

As for who started this civil war?

At least half of the seven Dwarf kingdoms were involved…

But even if they had many fierce achievements in battles, the elegant and arrogant Elves would always make the Dwarfs feel that they were too delicate and should not come to such a dangerous place…

As for the Dwarfs with rough skin and thick flesh?

Of course, they could go anywhere…

"Remember, don't reveal my surname. From now on, my surname will be Hammer. Odom Hammer, Blacksmith Grandmaster!" Odom said decisively when he saw that Lautner had finally defeated the pale Orc.

The other Dwarf Warriors nodded. The situation was very clear now.

The Elf Prince from the border town came to help and not only were they going to repay them with the secret silver ore mine, but Odom also intended…

But while they were talking about it here… The one on one battle had ended.

Lautner fought hard with his method of inflicting injury and furiously cut off the pale Orc's head.

"Leader is dead?" The Orcs were stunned.

"Oh, sh*t!" A Berserker Orc saw the surrounding Elves and threw down the weapons in his hands. Gathering a pickaxe from the ground skillfully, he waved it around several times, and it felt good in his hands, so he made a pretense to dig the ground.

When the other Orcs saw this, they immediately put down their weapons and looked around, as if the pale Orc had nothing to do with them.

William could not help laughing when he saw this scene…

But the arrogant Elfin bodyguards did not allow him to laugh…

So, he closed his mouth and slowly came up the other side of Lautner, who had his back towards him.

Lautner's long sword was touching the ground, his hands resting lightly on the hilt, and he looked at the Orcs in a domineering manner, his strong aura leaking…

"Revolt, or surrender!" William said in a deep, loud voice, with no expression on his face!

"Surrender!"

"We surrender…" The Orcs knelt down one after another, showing that they were submitting!

According to the experience of Orcs fighting with the Elves, they knew that the Elves often did not kill captives, only enemies who ran away or disobeyed. The other captives were to be miners, at worst!

As for the best treatment?

The head of the fellow miners…

But there was nothing wrong with being a miner. There was always a chance of escaping.

They could hope to live it up… This was a little impossible, but it was enough that they were not going to die immediately.

The most critical thing was that Lautner gave them too much pressure.

The pale Orc, they had once looked up to, had been easily beheaded by Lautner, and his head was trampled under Lautner's feet.

This was enough to bring great pressure to the Orcs.

Orcs liked to submit to the strong, just like when they became a clan under the Giant Dragon with the pressure of dying at any time.

After all, even if you want to run, you had to have the chance. This was the forest…

"Disarm all of them, take off all their armor and take them to the iron ore mine!" William waved his hand and Noch instructed the Elfin bodyguards to take the group away.

Subsequently.

He turned to look at those Elves at the mouth of the cave and smiled. "Dwarf friends, I hope my rescue is timely!"

Odom Heavyhammer's good impression +188

Peter Boulder's good impression +230

Rhone…

William saw a series of good impression and his eyebrows raised slightly, and he smiled smugly.

Anyway.

If he had not led the Elf army to rescue them, the Dwarfs would be blocked in the mine and brutally killed by the Orcs.

It was self-evident in the good impression.

But it was a pity.

Unexpectedly, it did not give the camp good impression that William was anticipating the most!

William's mouth twitched and he looked carefully at the new information. There really wasn't any camp good impression…

What did this mean?

This prince, who had no status, was still guessing, but he suddenly saw the first person to increase his good impression…

Odom Heavyhammer. He only increased 188 points. As his savior, he only gave him a mere 188 points?

Didn't he know that the full value of good impression for a normal NPC was 1000?

"Heavyhammer???" William suddenly widened his eyes. He looked at the information again and then at that fellow among the Dwarfs who was slightly more eye-catching.

He had a head of golden hair, a resolute and handsome face, with a height of 1.55 meters. He was even holding a familiar hammer, on which there were electric currents moving around it…

"Hiss…" William sucked in a breath. He could not help admiring the producers of this game. Were they not afraid to receive a lawyer's letter from Marvel?

But he still walked over with a smile, putting his hand, that was about to pat the Dwarf's head, on his shoulders slowly, and said, "Who's the leader here?"

Odom Heavyhammer glanced at the slender palm on his shoulders before looking up at William. "Odom Hammer, I'm their leader!"

William thought for two seconds. "William Blackleaf, is there anything I can help with?"

"We suffered a lot from the Orcs' attack. I decided to lead all the Dwarfs under me to join the border town and seek protection. I wonder if Your Royal Highness would welcome us?"

"Of course. Welcome, the eternal friends of Elves." William smiled.

Your Royal Highness?

These were the three words.

He would take in this underling!

Chapter end

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