Flillian, I want to live.

But Doris's reminder was a little late.

Livale had already rushed to Fulilian's side in a flash.

This time he had no intention of showing mercy, but decisively swung the battle axe in his hand and slashed at Fulilian, who didn't even have time to cast defensive magic.

The axe blade stopped beside Fulilian's slender neck.

Although the sharp axe blade could easily kill Fulilian if it moved a little further, the battle axe in Livale's hand seemed to be fixed in mid-air and could not move at all.

"Ah la la, bullying a girl like this is not gentlemanly behavior."

Livale's wrist was firmly grasped by an equally tall and strong man.

He was wearing a loose black monk's robe with a white scarf draped over his shoulders. Under his short green hair that was as messy as a hedgehog, he had a square, reliable face that gave people a sense of security.

"Elves..."

Kraft's appearance brought a look of shock to Doris's face.

Although it may not seem special to others, but nowadays, the appearance of two living elves at the same time is as incredible as winning the lottery for Doris.

"May I have your name?"

After failing to break free from Kraft who suddenly appeared, Livalai's face showed an expression of shock and fear. He stared at Kraft who was smiling faintly and couldn't help but ask.

"Monk Craft."

As always, Kraft introduced himself in concise language.

"Kraft... I've never heard of him."

Livalai repeated the name Kraft told him. Although he was considered a long-lived old man among the demons, Livalai was very unfamiliar with the name Kraft, as if the powerful man in front of him had appeared out of thin air.

"After all, I'm not as notorious as you, Livalai."

However, although Livale did not know Kraft, Kraft had obviously heard of the famous name of the Bloody God of War, and answered Livale in a sarcastic tone.

"To possess your strength, one must have been a hero who accomplished great things in the distant past."

Livale clenched his other hand into a fist and swung it hard at Kraft. The wind from his fist even distorted the surrounding air.

"Hey, you know a lot~"

Kraft turned his head and accurately avoided Livale's fist, and then launched a counterattack, punching Livale in the stomach, knocking the more than two-meter-tall Livale away in an instant.

"I was disrespectful here."

Livalai flew a long distance before he stabilized his body. Although he had only exchanged two simple moves, Livalai had clearly felt that the Kraft in front of him was very unusual.

He was more powerful than any warrior he had ever seen before, even Aize whom he met eighty years ago could not compare to him.

According to Livale's personality, it is exciting to meet such an opponent.

Having no opponent is also a very painful thing, especially for a big demon like Livale who has a long lifespan. In order to attract powerful warriors to challenge him, he even deliberately learned some spirits and habits of human warriors, and even made people who just met him mistakenly think that he was a polite gentleman.

However, even if Livale intended to have a good fight with Kraft, Flillian beside Kraft was not a naive person who liked to play chivalry with the demons.

Judging from the magic power that Fulilian continued to gather at the tip of her staff, Livale was very sure that the white-haired elf in front of him was ready to take advantage of the opportunity of being outnumbered and completely destroy the big demon in front of him.

"Fulillian..."

Kraft turned his head to look at Frillian beside him. Although he was not as sensitive to magic as Livale, he also noticed that the magic that Frillian was preparing seemed unusual.

"Can you hold him back for a few minutes?"

Fulilian no longer concealed the truth, but asked Kraft directly.

"That's not really a problem, but he doesn't seem to want to get involved with me anymore."

Kraft raised his head and looked at Livale, who had just been knocked away by his punch.

With the force he just exerted, Livalai could have quickly found a way to stabilize his body, but Livalai flew backwards a long distance before stopping.

"This is my escape route, Fulilian~"

Livalai grinned with a cunning smile. After failing to kill Fulilian and meeting Kraft, a monk who could match him, Livalai's reason quickly overcame his bloodthirsty savagery.

Not fighting a battle that might be lost is why Livale has been able to survive all these years of fighting.

"But I think we'll meet again later, Fulilian, and..."

Before running away, Livale turned his head and looked at Gutel who was treating the injuries of Hugh Tark and others.

"Gutel~"

Chapter 123 You are not qualified

"In the end, no one was able to pull out the sword."

In the hall of the Sword Village mayor's house, Fulilian put her hands on her hips, looked at the wounded lying on the carpet like defeated soldiers, and sighed.

"Well, that's nothing surprising. In fact, not being able to pull out the sword is actually a good thing."

Kraft, who was sitting cross-legged beside him, waved his hand and made an indifferent expression.

"Huh? Why do you say that?"

Philen, who was standing by the stove in a daze with his hands behind his back as if something was on his mind, turned his head abnormally after hearing Kraft's words and asked urgently.

"Why do you say that? Isn't that simple? Little girl, you should still remember the legend about the Brave Sword, right?"

Kraft extended a finger and guided Fearon.

"Master Shuttarque once told me, 'Only a brave man who can overcome a catastrophe powerful enough to destroy the world can draw the sword of the brave.'"

Philen honestly repeated to Kraft the legend he had heard.

"So, conversely, if no one can pull out the sword, it means a catastrophe that could destroy the world won't happen. Is that what you're trying to say?"

Gutel, who was treating the wounded lying on the ground, rolled his eyes at Kraft, who seemed to be teasing Philen, and rushed to say what the other person had said.

"Ahhhh~"

Kraft shrugged undeniably.

"If even the brave Xinmeier isn't qualified to pull out that sword, then I'm afraid no one else will be able to do it in the foreseeable future. Rather than that, it's better to think about why Livale is interested in that sword."

Guter seems a little melancholy now.

Until Livale appeared, Guter was in a relatively good mood. After all, for her, Monica and the other three were good observation samples, and as for whether they could complete the task, Guter didn't care.

But the appearance of Livale made Guter realize that things were becoming complicated.

The bloody military god Rivale, as one of the oldest great demons among the existing demons, has heard of his reputation even by the lazy Gutel. Unlike Gutel, who likes to bully the weak and fear the strong, and only attacks villages without the protection of the army and adventurers, Rivale is a tough guy who will take the initiative to break into the headquarters of the Knights and the villages where the warriors live to look for a fight.

As an opponent, Livale was definitely the type of enemy that Guter least wanted to deal with, but what was worse than being forced into a battle with Livale was what Livale said to her before retreating.

In the part where Livale was speaking harshly in order to save his face, he not only mentioned Freelian, but also mentioned Gutel's name in a meaningful tone at the end.

In fact, when Gutel heard her full name from Livale, she was quite surprised.

Because Gutel was very sure that he had never met Livale before, let alone any intersection or hatred between them.

In the social circle of the demons, if Livalai is a dazzling superstar, then Guter is an out-and-out socially anxious otaku. Except for a few big demons like Solitaire, others like Aura had never heard of Guter's name before meeting him.

However, when they met for the first time, Livale accurately recognized Gutel and even called her name.

What is going on here?

Gutel couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried.

As the saying goes, you're not afraid of thieves stealing, you're afraid of thieves thinking about it. Whenever Guter closed his eyes, he would recall the ambiguous look in Livalai's words, which was really worrying.

"Could it be that Livale still wants to become a hero who saves the world?"

Kraft spread his hands and said in a half-joking tone.

"Or did he actually receive some intelligence and know that a disaster capable of destroying the world is about to occur?"

Fulilian continued speaking in line with Kraft's guess.

After hearing Fulilian's analysis, Gutel and Kraft both raised their heads and looked at each other.

"Hahahaha—how is this possible?"

Led by Karaft, the three of them smiled at the same time. After all, such irrelevant things could only be used as topics of conversation for people to pass the time after dinner.

"Is it impossible...?"

However, the three people who ended the topic with a smile did not notice that Philen, who had previously raised the question about the Sword of the Brave, had a solemn expression on his face.

Time goes back to a while ago.

After Livale followed Monica out of the cave, Xutark, who had been resting silently deep in the cave, also stood up.

His body had actually recovered a long time ago, but facing the oppressive Livale, he still couldn't muster up the courage to fight against him.

However, as he watched Livale walk out of the cave where the sanctuary was located step by step, Xu Tark realized that he no longer had the opportunity to hesitate.

When passing the stone platform where the Sword of the Brave was located, Xutark's heavy footsteps stopped.

Xutark looked at the Sword of the Brave, which had never been shaken by Sinmel in the past, Livale and Monica now. He didn't know if it was because of his own psychology, but he always felt that the sword had an inexplicable magic that would attract people who saw it to try to pull it out.

Perhaps it was this power that allowed the villagers who originally established the Sword Town to discover this remote sanctuary surrounded by monsters, and allowed them to guard it for generations.

With some hesitation, Xuttark stretched out his hand and slowly touched the Sword of the Brave.

Just like what happened to Livale and Monica at that time, Hugh Tark was unable to make the Sword of the Brave produce any reaction. By this time, Hugh Tark already knew his own ending.

But even so, based on the principle that he had already touched it, Xutark still tried to grasp the hilt of the Brave Sword and concentrate his body's strength on his wrist.

"Hi-"

Xutark roared and pulled with all his strength, trying to pull it out secretly when the Brave Sword was not paying attention.

Of course, this is impossible.

The Sword of the Brave still lay quietly on the stone platform where it originally lay.

"It seems you are not the unchosen hero, Master Shuttark."

Philen looked at Xutark who was drawing his sword in vain, and regardless of the other party's blushing face due to embarrassment, he complained bluntly.

"Well, since Lord Xinmeier never drew this sword, then I don't need it anymore."

At this moment, Xutalk could more or less understand Xinmei's feelings when he failed to pull out the sword.

Although I had anticipated this, I still felt a little unwilling when I realized that I was not the chosen hero.

But once you have decided on the path you want to take, you still have to walk it on your own.

Xuttark gripped the battle axe in his hand tightly.

Chapter 124: Safety is so important

After watching Hugh Tark leave as if he had made some decision, Philen stretched his stiff body and prepared to support Hugh Tark.

However, when Philen held her staff and prepared to leave the holy land where the Sword of the Brave was sealed, she stopped before leaving the cave.

Philen turned around and looked at the Sword of the Brave stuck in the stone platform.

What's so special about this sword?

Perhaps out of curiosity, Philen turned and walked to the side of the Sword of the Brave.

For thousands of years, countless heroes and warriors have come here just to gain the recognition of this sword, but they have all failed without exception.

“Is it really that difficult to pull out?”

With a research attitude, Philen leaned his staff against the rock wall beside him and reached out to grasp the hilt of the Brave Sword.

Sure enough, it's just like an ordinary sword, nothing special about it.

Then give it a try, since you're already here.

With the casual attitude of a tourist, Philen tried to pull out the Brave Sword stuck in the stone platform.

Click...

The sound of something breaking reached Philen's ears.

"Eh?"

She didn't know if it was Philen's illusion, but she always felt that the Sword of the Brave in her hand seemed a little loose.