Chapter 2059: Shock

Even if you want to analyze, there is no material to analyze.
At this time, the face of the elf emperor was already gloomy: "Let those who escaped see me, immediately!"
Soon, three elves came to the main hall, knelt in the middle of the main hall, and said nervously: "See your majesty, your glory is eternal and immortal, and your name is shining..."
However, now, the elf emperor is obviously not in the mood to listen to the other party to complete that set of tedious etiquette.
"What you saw, tell me exactly what you saw."
...
While talking about Lynch in the Elf Palace, Lynch was in the battleship, looking at the spoils seized from the Elf King’s treasury.
It's just that now Lynch really doesn't know what to say. In the world of Anriel, if you can capture a swan and his life's possession, then congratulations, you will be at the pinnacle of life.
Magic tools, minerals, magic notes, out-of-print magic resources.
Anyway, it has everything.
But here...
Well, many out of print.
But the question is, what are these out of print?
Elf poem, statue, oil painting,
Well, that oil painting is indeed not bad, it contains a spiritual world of a heavenly rank, and immersion in it can bring a lot of benefits.
But the problem is that Lynch doesn't need it either.
There are really not many magical resources that can make Lynch attractive...
And in the battle just now, Lynch was also surprised by the strength of the Elf King.
Although he was already at the Celestial Rank, his combat experience was very poor. It is not an exaggeration to say that even if Mon Qi came to face the Elf King, his winning rate was stable.
Lin Qi originally thought that the three sons of this majestic emperor should have some unique skills.
Who knows I really think too much...
It seems that these elves not only lost their fighting spirit at the lower level, but even the upper level possessed that rare talent, and they didn't know how to cherish it, so they fell so willingly.
Every day I just talk about the glory of my ancestors, but in fact, I am immersed in the so-called art every day.
Time is wasted...
Now, when Lynch saw a large number of artworks in the treasure house, he didn’t want to say anything. In the end, Lynch did not touch the treasure house of the Elf King, but took away some of the history books as a reference. Controlling the magic warship, he moved on.
Unsurprisingly, during the next journey, the elves were still unwilling to be conquered, and several elven cities formed a coalition to stand in the way.
In their eyes, these elves may have formed a huge coalition army, but it is a pity that compared with the army of the elven king in front, it is just a small shrimp.
Lynch didn't even make a move, just let the Silver Griffon make a move, and everything was smoothed.
The battles that followed one after another could only be described as unharmed for this magic warship.
In this way, when gradually entering the hinterland of the Elf Empire, a serious opponent finally appeared.
One of the core high-levels of the Elven Empire, the younger brother of the Elven Emperor, the Great Elf King, Frank the Wind Whisperer.
When the great elf king galloped through the void, Lynch also came out of the battleship, stood in the void, and stood in front of the great elf king.
Carl looked at Lynch coldly and said, "I am upon your majesty's order to receive letters from His Majesty Srig."
Lynch took a look at him and knew that this great elf king was indeed extraordinary.
He had already faintly broken through the realm of heaven, and he was only one step away from himself.
It can even be said to be half a step away.
It seems that no matter how easy it is for the elves, the ancient heritage and amazing talents still give them a chance to appear as a powerhouse above the heavens.
"Wait until I see your Majesty."
"Across my corpse, you can naturally see your Majesty."
"Hehe, it's still a bit bloody."
Lynch smiled, and then only saw Frank and no longer said more. He clenched his wand tightly, and an astonishing wave of magic emanated, instantly covering a hundred miles.
This momentum needs a certain realm to be felt. If you let a heavenly rank here, I am afraid that the great elf king has already locked it in, and I feel nothing.
This battle went on very quickly.
The big elf king simply held the wand, but suddenly there was a violent wind roaring around, and Lynch was rolled in the center. The surrounding gale seemed to be a weapon in the hand of the big elf king, instantly forming thousands of pieces. Every hurricane seems to be composed of countless blades.
At this time, it was as if hundreds of meat grinders were activated at the same time.
Everything in the sky and underground was rolled into powder in this gust of wind.
However, only a clear voice was heard...
The countless gusts of wind seemed to have hit some invisible wall, and it stopped 100 meters in front of Lynch.
Then it appeared silently like a mud cow entering the sea.
From start to finish, Lynch didn't move much, but when he saw this scene, the big elf king's expression changed: "Controlling the rules? How can you master the rules of the eternal plane so quickly? It's impossible!"
"It's all Belden..."
Lynch was smiling. In fact, even before, Lynch had only mastered the rules of Anriel's world. He had come to a new world, and naturally he had to adapt again.
But Lynch is extremely adaptable...
In this moment of setting foot on the Eternal Plane, it is the beginning to analyze the rules. This may seem incredible to the elves, but for humans who have fought on the battlefield for thousands of years, it is natural. .
Every time you set foot on a plane, you naturally have to quickly adapt to the special features of this plane, and then plan for it.
Even if Lynch became an existence above the heavenly rank, he was only following this rule.
But these pampered elves seem to not understand this sense of urgency.
Seeing Lynch blocking his gust of wind, the Great Elf King immediately backed away without hesitation, and then the whole person was directly elementalized, and countless splitting winds were split in the air, and the whole person disappeared in the air.
But every gust of wind is part of him.
Surrounding Lynch is a bombardment.
But from the beginning to the end, Lynch was calm and freehand, waving his wand again and again in the wind like a meat grinder, and his spells were so delicate that they collided with the wind whisperer incarnation.