Chapter 1183 The Leader of the Five Strongest

When Victor woke up, he didn't feel any pain in his body, which made him a little confused. Did the elf treat him?

But when he opened his eyes, his doubts disappeared.

The delicate ceiling is dominated by green and white, and fluorescent flowers unique to the Laurentian forest are used as chandeliers. The body is covered with a soft bedding that is rare in the empire. Elf-like and natural-style furniture is neatly placed in the room.

"This is?"

"You finally woke up."

The strange elf male made Victor a little wary. He originally thought that the unknown female elf would dump him in the nearest human village, but he didn't expect that he would be taken to Lauren Loren.

"Where is this?"

"At the foot of the golden and silver sacred tree in Lauren Loren Forest...your name is Victor Salzpyre, right?"

"Yes, but who are you?"

A strange smile appeared on Elvis's face. He had been looking for the Five Little Strongmen for a long time. In the prophecy scene he saw in the Hall of Illusions, the five mortals tried their best to resist the rats and the chaotic barbarians.

"My name is Elvis... Caledor's envoy to Lauren Loren."

Victor frowned. As an elite witch hunter, he was very familiar with many situations in the empire.

"If you are referring to the Grand Master of the Giant Horned Viper..."

"That's my alter ego."

Victor immediately stood up from the bed and nodded to the elf. According to the military hierarchy established by the two sides, the Grand Master of the Great Horned Viper can be regarded as a general of the empire.

"Master Elvis, it's a great honor to meet you...that elf lady I met before?"

"She is my cousin Althea, the high-ranking commander of the legion."

They are all big shots...

Thinking of this, Victor also let down some of his vigilance. This Lord Elvis was very famous in the empire and had formed deep friendships with several emperors over the years.

It is rumored that the powerful mount of His Majesty Karl Franz, the current emperor and the person protected by Sigmar, the Death Claw was personally gifted by Elvis, a pure-blooded tiger vulture subspecies from the Gray Mountains.

The witch hunter said nothing, just stood upright, waiting for Elvis's next words.

It seems that he thinks that the elf has something to do, otherwise he would not go to all the trouble to take him to Lauren Loren Forest.

Elvis naturally had a lot of affection for Victor. He invited the witch hunter to sit down and walked to the wooden cabinet: "Wine or ale?"

Although he didn't know what the elf meant, Victor quickly responded.

"Just a glass of ale."

The wooden cup filled with ale was quickly placed in front of Victor. He did not refuse the kindness, grabbed the handle and drank.

On the one hand, I was really thirsty and needed to replenish my water. On the other hand, I wanted to try what Elf's ale tasted like.

As he gulped down the ale, he heard Elvis say.

"Inquisitor Victor, are you interested in believing in Sotek?"

Victor almost spit out his drink. I am a witch hunter of the Knights of the Silver Hammer. I have only obtained the title of Templar after many tests of faith.

He wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth with a warm and angry expression: "Sir Elvis, I am the sword of justice of Sigmar. Although Sotek is powerful, he cannot shake the devout faith of the sons of the empire."

"I understand, I understand." Elvis couldn't help but nodded, "But there is no conflict, just take me as an example.

I am a Caledorian elf, and I devoutly believe in the blacksmith god Val and the father of dragons Dragunir, but this does not affect my role as Sotigo's chosen god. You can devoutly believe in Sigma, but at the same time you can also ask Sotek. Go pays tribute. "

"Heretical act."

Elvis shook his head and smiled. This is the empire's stubborn belief system, and its exclusiveness is very strong.

"In that case, I won't force it...but the Giant Horned Viper and the Church of Sigmar have some military cooperation regulations. You shouldn't mind providing some help, right?"

Although it felt weird, it was in line with the rules. After finishing the ale, Victor nodded.

"Of course you can."

"Very good." The same goes for Elvis. Now that two of the Five Little Elites, Victor and Kerilian, have been found, the remaining few...

It is estimated that fate will bring them together. He is very curious that five mortals with little ability can make the rats and chaotic barbarians miserable and do something worthy of great deeds.

What if after being strengthened by the Sotek Cult, he becomes an enhanced version of Super Little Strong?

"Since you have no objection to this arrangement, I will write to the Witchfinder General to inform you that you will be staying in Lauren Loren for a period of time."

An extremely weird arrangement... Victor doesn't think he has anything worthy of Elvis' attention. The notorious witch hunter doesn't like elves and thinks these outsiders will affect the purity of the empire.

The two people who left the house soon came to the giant horned viper's station in Lauren Loren.

Because it belongs to a religious organization, and Sotek's teachings are somewhat bloody, which is difficult for the Enils to accept, the blood sacrifice pit is located far away from the gold and silver sacred tree.

When Victor walked into the space isolated by magic, he smelled an unmistakable smell of blood, as if he had just experienced a massacre.

The elf standing in front of the statue of the two-tailed snake has been waiting for a long time with his sword flat.

Oliveira straightened her body, stared at the visitor, and asked Elvis in Elvish: "Is he Victor?"

"Yes, he is the Victor Salzpyre whom Your Majesty mentioned, and he was also part of the prophecy revealed to me by the ancient saints."

"Interesting, it seems that we can never escape the bite of fate."

Olivera, holding the greatsword flat, has a temperament as sharp as a blade. As the chosen one of Edrezer, his edge can no longer be concealed. If you are not careful, the breath you exude is enough to cut a hole in the skin of mortals.

This made Victor's body tense. The sacrificial pit full of blood, the hostile elves... no matter how you look at it, it is a trap for the son of Sigmar.

Elvis quietly stepped aside. He wanted to observe Victor's strength in reality.

Nowadays, there are too many monsters among the elves, which has caused their combat power to swell a little. There will always be a misjudgment of the strength of some people with prominent reputations.

The upper limit of humans is not high, but there will always be one or two special tough guys, such as the White Wolf Knight Master who killed Flanders single-handedly, or some Holy Grail Grandpa who can tear the big demon apart with his hands after being furious.

Oliveira pulled the sword out of the ground and changed the language of communication: "Victor Salzpyre, you need to prove your strength in front of Sotek to see if you are qualified to accept this gift."

"What?" Before Victor could react, Oliveira's running figure turned into red lightning, and the sword struck his head like a bolt from the blue. (End of this chapter)