Volume 2: Elf Kingdom Chapter 78: Morning Training (2)

Activate the mist technique!

The thick blood mist enveloped George and the giant sword faster than usual. It only took a moment for George to complete the transformation from entity to blood mist.

However, George, who was in the blood mist, did not observe that the blood mist was now mixed with a faint dark green.

The blood mist flew close to the ground at low altitude, and in a few breaths, it passed through the poisonous bee grass and appeared behind it.

"Eat my sword!"

George, who returned to the physical state from the blood mist, raised the giant sword in his hand high, and then struck it down hard!

"boom!"

The huge wooden pile in front of George was split into two. Due to the inertia, the giant sword also made a big hole in the solid ground under the wooden pile.

Strange applause came from behind, sincerely celebrating George's victory.

Why it is said to be strange is because it is not the hands that clap together when clapping, but two huge leaves.

"Thank you for accompanying me in my morning exercises!"

George turned around and saluted respectfully towards the bunch of poisonous needle grass behind him that was a head taller than him. Opposite George, the giant poisonous needle plant also imitated George's appearance, bending its head like a sunflower. It looked a little clumsy and naive.

As for why George was sparring with the poisonous needle grass here, the origin of the matter must be traced back to a few days ago:

A few days ago, after George was finally able to get out of bed, accompanied by the owner of the manor, he observed this magical place inside and out.

Perhaps it was the showdown with Hydra that further amplified George's desire for power. Even as a patient, George could no longer endure the life of lounging in bed every day. And during a certain chat, the owner of the manor casually mentioned that in this magical land, there is such a plant with the same third-level combat power as him. For George, who has not moved his muscles for a long time, it is no different. Stimulant shots!

Next, under George's perseverance, the owner of the manor finally agreed to this so-called morning exercise. The rules of the morning exercise are very simple. George and Beewort compete within a distance of one kilometer. George wins if he crushes the stake behind Beewort. On the contrary, if George is hit by the poisonous needle of Beewort, he will win. Even if you lose the battle.

George once calculated that if he used the mist technique to sprint at the fastest speed, he could fly about seven to eight hundred meters at a time. In other words, he would have to forcibly resist an attack of poisonous bee grass in the middle.

For George, who needed to take a breath to reach the opposite side of the vast plain, even if the giant sword was easy to block, the feeling of being used as a living target still made him feel very unhappy.

"It's time to go have some breakfast." A gust of cool wind blew over, perfectly covering up the protest from George's empty belly. But, at this moment, there was a loud falling sound from behind. George quickly stopped and turned around, only to find that the Beetle who had just saluted with him was actually falling to the ground. twitch!

"Damn, what happened? Pharmacist! Croesus! I know your familiar is nearby, come and help!"