At the moment, Tristan felt extremely elated; why wouldn't he?

The moment he was stuck in a dilemma, an opportunity had come and presented itself to him.

He had been carrying the limbless, blind elf around and using the other party for quite some time, and now, it was a good time for him to pay the latter back.

To make the best out of the current situation, Tristan decided to use his new upgraded skill on Elroth.

After going through an upgrade, the new [Blood Synthetic] skill of his had the capabilities of forming organic beings, unlike its previous state where it could only form into inorganic matter.

Of course, this didn't mean the innate skill was able to form a new life. Instead, one could say it was only able to form the extension of it. In Elroth's case, it was his eyes and limbs that were lost. Hence, the reason for the miraculous sight of Elroth's missing parts of body returning back to their owner.

There was actually some top-level magician in Arcadia who could do similar things to him. However, he never have imagined that he would be granted and witness the restoration of his broken body right at this moment, and of the legendary blood elf himself at that!

Therefore, with his newly complete body, Elroth once again went bowed his head to the said legendary being and spoke with immense gratitude in his voice.

"Thank you, my Lord Monarch!" said Elroth before he went back to ask mercy for his people.

The prince request was actually in line with his plan, with this he hope there are some who would listen to the prince, so he wouldn't need to massacre the whole town.

Tristan, whose attention had returned to the Forlorn elves, quickly shifted his gaze to the anxious elf in front of him and said,

"Give me your prince, and I will let everyone else live."

Tristan had spoken loud enough for everyone in the place to hear, and it was no surprise that everyone's faces changed when they heard what he wanted.

Elroth knew that Tristan was serious with his words when he heard the apparent firm tone. Unfortunately, he didn't manage to say anything before Janus beat him to it, shouting at Tristan with the loudest he could ever possibly produce.

"NO!! My men will not listen to you OR my stupid brother!" Janus turned to the Forlorn elders at his side and said, "My elders, I beseech you to give my shameless brother a lesson he will not forget his entire life!"

"DO IT NOW!" added Janus when he noticed the elders didn't immediately make a move.

The Forlorn elders, who hesitated at first, quickly prepared their weapons and were ready to fight after hearing Janus' emphasis. But the moment they received a glance from Tristan, they immediately returned to doubt.

Tristan who is currently looking at them with a calm gaze said,

"My problem is with him, but if you truly wish to die, you can indeed join him"

The words coming out of Tristan's mouth did sound really arrogant, but none of the elves dared to rebuke him after they were presented with the sight of carnage earlier. It was obvious that they were really scared of losing their lives.

Prince Elroth, who now could stand and see clearly, stood up and went behind Tristan as he spoke,

"The people of Forlorn Kingdom, it was my brother who first offended the esteemed blood elf. He had taken his wife, the princess of Vanyar Kingdom, hostage and hurt her in the process. Therefore, I advise you to stand down."

Janus went mad as he watched the elven elder none would listen to his command. Obviously, they were looking for an excuse to justify their actions and Elroth had just given them one in the most appropriate way.

"I am your prince, your master!! You have the obligation to follow whatever I told you!! I-"

Unfortunately, his rant was cut off by Elroth.

"No, brother. I AM the master of Forlorn. It was you who unjustly took it from me." said Elroth calmly, but Tristan could detect the unspeakable anger hidden in his words.

Tristan could now see how things would be going more smoothly than he thought. Apparently, there was some dispute over the throne's inheritance between them, and the fact that many people were disgruntled at Janus.

But in the end, Tristan knew what would seal the deal was fear - something that he just inflicted upon them.

While the two brothers were arguing fiercely under the watchful eyes of the Forlorn Kingdom's elves, Tristan continued with his plan.

He opened both of his hands wide and casted [Blood Extraction]. Immediately, familiar red mists began appearing from all the corpses he had missed during the fight and the sight of them heading toward him like a train honestly looked a bit eerie.

[1000..]

[2000..]

[3000..]

[A mix of 2850 high-quality blood cells were found]

[Extracting and filtering the blood cells...]

[13200 Blood Essence points gained]

Like how melodious music could be drugs for the ears, Tristan felt an immense joy as he watched his Essence Blood reserves fill up once again.

This is the first time he cast a skill like this after his rebirth. He can feel that his range and speed of collecting the essence were faster than before. This was something he hopes to improve in the future to make his future battle more exciting.

With the amount he just extracted, Tristan now no longer had to be afraid of the Forlorn if he had to eradicate the whole city, as this amount of Blood Essence would surely allow him to do so.

The elves whose attention was placed on the two brothers' argument were immediately distracted when they clearly saw the train of blood mist floating to Tristan. Added with the absolute act of domination he displayed earlier, some of the elfs started to believe the figure to be the legendary blood elf told in the story and prophecy.

After all the mists entered his body, Tristan casually grabbed a cape from one of the laying corpses to cover his naked body and approached prince Janus with a blood-synthesized blade already formed in hand. Funny enough, the Forlorn elves who were on the way slowly moved to the side, opening up a way for him like how Moses split the sea.

For the Forlorn prince, the situation had turned from bad to nightmare real fast. He knew things had really gone out of his control.

"No! Stop him! STOP HIM! ANYONE!"