The Strongest Beast Tamer 166 I'm At Risk Of Losing Brain Cells

Realising he was greatly outmatched in his own strength the elf retreated, Lachlan let go and relaxed a bit. From that one attack Lachlan was confident he didn't need to use much strength to deal with the attackers; but who knows how the future will play out, maybe they'll have a device similar to Drate which could cut him in half.

The elf was a pale white, his hair was blonde, its condition was long and luscious. He looked rather feeble, not the type to be a fighter but more of a talker instead. His clothes were dark green with some silver lining, his fingers were covered in rings.

The elf lifted his hand and pointed to Lachlan, he began shouting in a foreign tongue that Lachlan wasn't able to understand. Turning back to Drate he motioned for her to come over, he then pointed towards her neck before leaving his open palm in the air.

Drate sighed before taking off her necklace, handing it over she took a few steps back to watch the scene unfold. Unlike the elves which knew nothing of Lachlan's strength, she saw it firsthand that he possessed the power to put a crack in the dragon king's wall. If that wasn't the definition of strong, she doesn't know what is.

Lachlan took hold of the necklace before placing it around his neck. Turning back to the elf he gave a thumbs up. "Alright, I should be able to understand you now. So then, can you repeat yourself?"

The elf's hand shook as he shouted. "Soldier's appear!" His voice carried the will of his intent; granted, Lachlan knew what the will was because he could feel the elf continue to stare at him with a plethora of killing intent. However, he didn't know why the elf was so p.i.s.sed off at him.

A couple dozen more elves appeared, they were all wearing heavy silver armour, covering their faces. In their hands were 2-metre-long spears, the blade itself at the end was 30cm long. It gave off a sheen as it showed off its engravings of gold.

"You filthy half-breed, your elven parent should have killed you the moment you were born in respect for their bloodline," The elven leader said with disdain in his voice. His gaze looked down on Lachlan like he was nothing more than a bug. "Fortunately, because your elven parent left you to live, you may die by my glorious hands instead."

Lachlan sighed as he scratched his head. So far along his journey in Aaron's world, he hadn't come across anyone he would deem as abnormal; rather, if everyone had the body of a human, he would genuinely believe them to be human, they were no different. However, this elf in front of him just spewed racism, his arrogant could probably be squeezed out of his pores it was just that thick.

"Oh no, whatever will I do, it's not like I just blocked your kick casually with only a fraction of my strength," Lachlan said quietly as he shook his hands in the air. "I beg for your forgiveness for being a half-breed, I would gladly fall by your spear."

Lachlan was completely bulls.h.i.+tting everything he said, it was almost made blatant with his tone of voice. Yet the elven man had a proud expression plastered across his face, his arms crossed as he snorted. "Good; however, I cannot taint my spear with the blood of a half-breed, you shall kill yourself with that broadsword of yours before handing it over."

Lachlan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he thought he just heard one of the stupidest sentences he's heard in his entire life. 'Did this elf just ask me to kill myself with the broadsword, then personally hand it over to him while I'm dead. How stupid can this guy be?'

Lachlan felt as though he lost a few brain cells listening to the elf. He sighed, shrugged his shoulders and stared at the elf. "Eh, f.u.c.k it, no point in continuing this facade, I'm probably at risk of losing my brain cells if I continue listening to you."

"Huh, what are you talking abo-" The elf was interrupted when his expression turned to shock. Lachlan's body suddenly disappeared from its original spot, the stone that was beneath his feet cracked heavily. The broadsword in his hands was raised in the air, already swinging down, splitting the wind as it went.

Lachlan cut through the elven man life it was nothing, his body sliced in half from his torso collapsed on the ground. The elves around him gasped, but their legs were shaking from fear, they knew they could do nothing to beat Lachlan.

Lachlan, on the other hand, looked towards the elf's corpse and stood over it, looking down on it as he placed his broadsword by its upper body. "Oh no, look what happened, it seems my hand slipped, and I accidentally killed you instead. Whatever will I do?"

Lachlan had slowly grown more and more accustomed to killing; granted, he still felt slightly awkward when killing another human. But for those of other races, especially when they portrayed a strong sense of arrogance and pride; Lachlan didn't care too much with shutting them up forever.

Turning to the other elves in the surroundings he gave them a chilling smile. "So, do you want me to kill myself and offer you my broadsword, or are you going to leave the two of us alone. I know you don't want to avenge that elf, or more specifically, you can't avenge him."

The elves clenched their fists tightly, although their faces were covered Lachlan knew they were currently gritting their teeth angrily. Finally, they all made their move, they burst from their positions without hesitation once they've set their mind up for the deed. Their spears were thrust forward with great strength, creating a whistling sound as it pierced the wind.
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Lachlan sighed. He had hoped his overwhelming display of strength would be a great deterrent against them. Unfortunately, he had been mistaken, it wasn't that they didn't care for their lives, it's more so that their lives would be forfeited should they return to the elven kingdom without their leader who was a high-ranking n.o.ble.

Grabbing firmly on his broadsword hilt he lifted it off the ground; twisting his body his sword roared through the air. The elves become momentarily hesitant, as the broadsword which split one of them in half was heading straight towards them.

Shouting loudly, they all thrust forward at the same time. Since Lachlan was in the middle of an attack, he surely couldn't be able to either dodge nor deflect all their attacks. Unfortunately, that's where they were gravely mistaken.

The wind suddenly changed, turning into a powerful gale that changed the trajectory of their spears. Their eyes widened in surprise when they felt a sudden piercing pain come from their sides; the other elves were just as surprised when they realised, they managed to hit something.

But when they finally managed to open their eyes due to the wind dying done, they realised they had all hit each other. Almost half of the soldiers were killed due to it while Lachlan stood their motionlessly, faking a yawn even before crossing his arms. His broadsword stuck in the ground, still in its original position as though it hadn't even moved.

The elves that were still breathing were shaking from anger as guilt engulfed their bodies. They couldn't believe it, that they themselves managed to screw up and kill each other due to a bit of wind. Granted, they had absolutely no idea that Lachlan was behind the wind.

Their eyes shook and sunken as they pulled their spears out of their comrades, watching their bodies slump to the ground before laying motionless. They looked towards Lachlan, their eyes looked like pits as though they had given up. Now, it didn't even matter if they returned after killing Lachlan, their kingdom has methods to find out who killed the soldiers and once they were found out, they would be publicly executed.

Being cornered and placed in such a situation they made the obvious call. Their legs began to move at lightning paces as they retreated; they weren't heading into the direction of their elven kingdom though, they were heading towards the horizon in hopes of finding a place they could hide.

Lachlan exhaled a deep breath before sheathing his broadsword. He was glad the final cut of elves made the right decision. He turned to Drate who had watched the whole thing unfold, even Lachlan's method at the end she saw clearly.

"What the h.e.l.l was that? How were you able to control the wind like that?" Drate asked loudly. "How many trump cards do you possess? Do you control more elements? Can you teach me how to control more elements?"

Lachlan chuckled. "The point of a trump card is for it to remain hidden, not for me to go blabbering on about it in detail for you to know. And who knows, maybe I could teach you how to control more elements if you join me, you could even bring along your husband for all I care."

Also, Lachlan wasn't entirely joking about teaching Drate how to control elements. It wasn't as though there weren't other ways to control elements other than taming a beast that can. There are still the elemental stones, there's bound to be more of them in their world. All possessing a great deal of power.

"No can do, I have to stay in the demon continent with my family until I give birth to a successor." Drate shook her head. "Anyway, can you tell me why you possess such weird methods and tools. I don't remember my elders telling me about any race that can command such things, especially that stone that broke through the dragon's wall."

"Unfortunately I cannot." Lachlan shook his head firmly. He wouldn't be able to tell Drate anything about him unless she decided to join him. There was just too great of risk in letting such information slip, he would be putting the lives of those in the farms at risk. As well as those in the orphanage.

Drate's head dropped down disappointingly as she pouted. Lachlan sighed before going to remove the necklace, but just as he grabbed onto it, he heard a shout along with a wave of killing intent. His mind almost exploded from what he heard.

"How dare you half-breed miscreant harm a n.o.ble elf! You shall repay his life with your own, grovel a thousand times before stabbing yourself through the head with your broadsword! Only then, will be you have successfully paid for your crimes!"

Lachlan felt as though the number of brain cells were slowly decreasing by the second. Turning around he saw another elf, slightly tanner skin and long brunette hair. His physique was slightly bulkier, but still rather flimsy and weak, his body covered in a thin black robe. Behind him stood a few dozen elven soldiers, carrying long swords in their hands while being fully equipped in light iron armour.

Lachlan sighed before disappearing from his spot. Reappearing by the new elf his broadsword was unsheathed as it swung out long and furiously. Roaring through the wind as it sliced through soldier after soldier, swiftly making its way to the unprepared n.o.ble.

All of them were killed in mere seconds, Lachlan swiftly sprinted back to Drate and grabbed hold of her arm, dragging her down the stairs. "We have to hurry, I'm at risk of losing all my brain cells if they continue to pop up!"

A few moments after Lachlan and Drate hightailed it out of there another group of elves appeared. The one at the front looked no different to an orc, his body was 2 metres tall and packed with muscles. He had a bald head, sharp black eyes and was outfitted in a dark green cloak.

"Stop half-breed! You have to pay for your sins at the hands of the high elven n.o.ble!" The orc-like elf shouted while pointing to where Lachlan was.