"His Highness Beckett, we have arrived."

Wat Alheim, coordinates 213646, warships covered the sky in the dim sky, people living on the ground raised their heads, their eyes full of surprise.

Why do such a strange warship appear above their heads?

The war lost?

People living in this tribe stared at each other and could see a touch of unhidden surprise from their comrades' pupils.

This is one of the most hidden places in Wat Alheim. Unless the army under Malekis has completely defeated, they would never have thought that there would be any other reason for outsiders to find it.

"A very hidden tribe?"

The characteristics of the tribe are exactly the same as what Ora said, with many elderly people, many women, and young and middle-aged people.

The king of the Dark Elves, Malekis lives in this place?

Becket frowned, jumped down from the cabin door, and landed steadily at the entrance of the tribe. Haila, who was cushioning with a black sword, followed closely behind, with long ink hair floating, making everyone in the tribe alert for an instant.

"Daughter of Odin!!!"

Hela, who has already made a name for himself in the Nine Realms War, is naturally familiar with him, even though they have not been here for a long time since they have been out to touch the outside world.

"Malekis, get out." Ignoring the surprise of the group of people, Beckett crossed his hands and hugged his chest. After a week, his breathless voice made everyone in the tribe look at each other.

What's the thing?

Malekis?

If the representative of the radical faction dared to live here, they would dare to let him experience the pain of being cut into pieces in minutes.

"Malekis is not here. This is our Dark Elves King's resting place. Please, no, it should be you, leave here quickly."

"Otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences."

The only five middle-aged people in the entire tribe looked at each other, and the leader immediately raised the spear in his hand and warned Beckett.

"What did you say?"

Beckett turned his head and said, "the                                                          

"Yes! His Highness Beckett!" The other, who was holding a scepter on the battleship, waved his hand excitedly, and then kicked Ora, who was tied up by his side with one kick.

Let you go!

Dong!

"Ahem...Ahem...Ahem...Ahem...

The dust rolled, and Aola's painful eyebrow squatting with a butt was lifted up by the other, and brought it to Beckett, and said, "Don't pretend, I'm obviously kicking your stomach, why are you crying with your butt?"

"you--"

"Ola?!"

The angry Ola widened her eyes. Before she could speak, a powerful arm locked her throat with the familiar breath.

"Ola!"

The middle-aged man who had obviously recognized his own Aola showed fierce faces. As the black fog filled the air, the black and silver armor had already covered his body.

call out!

The energy waves that emerged from Beckett's fingertips directly pierced the middle-aged man's chest, and the well-made armor shattered all over the floor.

"Is this your confidence?"

Beckett grinned without any effort, his strength gradually increased, and he admired the face of Ora who was constantly struggling in his hands.

"It's really sad."

The coldness in the corner of Beckett's eyes became increasingly intense, "Put his hope of saving on a bunch of waste."

"Enough, young man."

A peaceful energy emerged from the tribe. As soon as he finished speaking, Beckett felt that his hand seemed to be slapped by a burst of energy. He subconsciously let go of his five fingers, and Ora landed on the ground and was able to breathe.

"Leaving here, I can think nothing has happened."

Beckett was extremely alert to his hunched voice, old body, and the old man who appeared at the gate of the tribe with a cane.

He felt a great threat.

"king?!"

"Why are you out, Wang?"

The four middle-aged men who were not angry suddenly changed their expressions and hurriedly protected the old man.

"King? Malekis really looks like this?"

Hearing this, Beckett subconsciously looked at the phantom of Malekis who had appeared in Asgard's residence, and there was no similarity between the two at all.

"Don't look at me, I don't know who he is." Hela, who was also puzzled, replied coldly.

"I'm an Asgardian, not a Wat Alheimian."

"You should be the little girl Odin brought by his side back then. Time flies so fast... Cough cough..."

The old man looked at Hela, and then he kept coughing while covering his shriveled chest as if his old injury had relapsed.

"Who are you?"

"He is the real king of our Dark Elves clan. That guy Malekis is just a villain who seized power and usurped the throne after resurrection!"

After finally recovering, Ora stood up, her purple eyes full of anger at Malekis. The words she spoke from her mouth made Beckett raise his eyebrows in surprise, "It's interesting."

"Is the drama of changing royal power?"

"Young man, Ola will bring you here, I think it must be because you showed that she seemed to be enough to defeat Malekis...Ahem... But, believe me, you should leave here."

"Malekis of Wat Alheim will be truly revived soon. The entire Nine Realms will fall into darkness and become a paradise for him alone. No one can stop him, including Asgard and Odin."

The old man coughed, and an unhealthy flush appeared on his face, which was full of wind and frost. The uncontrolled blood spurted makes the group of people fumes.

"No, Wang, this man can easily defeat Velruz, who has become the god of death and battle, I saw it with my own eyes!"

"King, he will definitely be able to defeat Malekis." Ola knelt on one knee with his back to Beckett, kneeled in front of the old man, and respectfully expressed his conclusion.

"Death and the God of Fight?" After hearing Ora's description, the old man smiled and shook his head.

"The real name of the Tyrannosaurus is the Dark Fighting Dead Dragon Beast. It is not a legendary god, but a combat weapon cultivated by the Dark Elves in the ancient times."

"It's just a biological weapon that can be mass-produced."

As the second-year-old king of the Dark Elves clan to the Marekis, the old man who has always been eager to develop peacefully with his tribe members and cultivated twelve high-end combat powers to maintain the status of the Dark Elves in the Wat Alheim royal family once owned one when he was a child.

Unfortunately, because I didn't train well, I starved to death shortly after I broke the shell.

"Young man, you don't belong to this world, there is no need to lose your life here for no reason, so leave here."

After warning Ora's old man, he looked at Beckett, who had been watching coldly.

"What's your name?" Beckett narrowed his eyes and suddenly became interested.

"zion." The old man coughed and reported his name.
Chapter completed!