Chapter 1614 - A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 1614: Sword Master and the Youngster_5 “Beanna, that child, I have high hopes for her,” “She is a very gentle and kind-hearted little girl, but deep down, she possesses a terrifying madness and stubbornness.” “She’s like someone who always walks on the edge of a cliff, easily slipping into becoming a fearsome devil.” “She actually has talent, and if she diligently practices swordsmanship, it wouldn’t be impossible for her to surpass me one day.” “The only thing she lacks is lineage, but who can really be certain about such things?” “One day, if she can compensate for her shortcomings, she will definitely become a remarkable human being.” “I’m telling you this only to let you know that taking her as my apprentice comes from my heart, it has nothing to do with you, nor is it about taking advantage of anything.” Matthew nodded lightly. At this moment, Patrol Wuken and Blood Angel Urmas were already close at hand. Matthew asked, “How do you plan to deal with them?” The Elf Elder looked up indifferently at the two arrogant figures and then walked towards them with leisurely steps. “Take good care of yourself.” Tyraste dropped this remark. Just at that time, The Beholder Sword Saint casually came to Matthew’s side and said, looking towards Tyraste’s back: “I’ll take good care of him.” “I swear by my swordsmanship, if Matthew loses even a single hair, it’s my negligence.” “You don’t need to have any worries, feel free to fight all out.” “I’m very curious to see how strong your sword really is.” Upon hearing this, Tyraste suddenly turned around and asked, “What is your name?” The Beholder Sword Saint tilted his head, while hundreds of swords controlled by tentacles gently rubbed against each other, his tone more cheerful: “Big Head.” “You can just call me Head.” Tyraste nodded lightly and then walked briskly towards the two Super Limit Strong People! Matthew’s pupils narrowed. Tyraste’s demeanor seemed as though he intended to confront them head-on? Not far away, Blood Angel Urmas clicked his tongue and remarked, “So young yet he knows how to divert disaster, humans are as cunning and despicable as ever.” Patrol Wuken still used his dull voice to persuade, “Elf, give me the ticket, I assure you he won’t harm you, we can become allies…” However, his words were ruthlessly interrupted by Tyraste: “Stop talking nonsense.” “You two undying old fools, come at me together!” With these words, the entire venue was shocked. “Are you sure you want to provoke us both at the same time?” Urmas’s tone was already filled with murderous intent. Tyraste proudly raised his head: “Undying angels, gasping trolls, you’re just parasites on this plane!” “Even without this ticket, just to cleanse this plane a bit, I still have to kill you!” The next second, he slowly drew the bamboo sword from behind. The bamboo sword emitted a clear and pleasant sound, as if cheering for the impending battle! Matthew couldn’t help but bow his head as the bamboo stick he held in his palm also began to tremble uncontrollably! That moment, he felt many emotions: pain, wandering, confusion, unease… and uncontrollable anger! “All these emotions come from deep within Tyraste…” “It turns out he was also this unsettled when dealing with those elves.” “He has been holding back so many emotions, but for various reasons, he has actually been controlling himself. The previous loss of control was just a ripple in a huge wave…” Matthew’s gaze became solemn as he looked at Tyraste’s back, the bamboo stick in his hand trembling even more— Is this Tyraste’s true inner world? He loathes all that should decay! He detests those who sit high and do nothing! He is angry at the shackles this world imposes on the weak and innocent! He raised the bamboo sword. His figure and appearance seemed as if, under the spell of time travel, he had returned to the past. He swung his sword at the two colossal beings. Deep down, he was still that rebellious and wild youth who carried a bamboo stick and stood up for justice everywhere! Crack! Tyraste vanished from the spot. Green light engulfed everything. Matthew couldn’t see what happened. But he heard the Beholder Sword Saint’s low sigh: “So it turns out…” “He retained so much…” …