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Blood Elf Monarch

Abandoned since birth, mistreated, exploited, betrayed, and hurt. This was all society had offered to Tristan. The day of his release from prison, he was transmigrated to the world of orcs and elves and forced to become the Legendary elves champion. The Blood Elf. [Blood Elf Monarch Innate Ability Activated] [Stage One Skill - Blood Extraction] [5000 Mix of low qualities blood cells found] [Extract Blood Cells] [2000 Blood Essence Extracted] [Battle power increase exponentially] Being the Undying Ancient Blood Elf during the war between races of humans and elves, will Tristan renounce his people to be part of the Elves, or will he follow his own resolve? Follow The Adventure of Tristan as he becomes the leading Monarch of the Universe ----------- Novel Video Trailer: Type "Blood Elf Monarch" in youtube Here are some of the things you will find here MC: smart but with questionable morals. Start OP but still have a deep of weak - strong growth World: Imagine Lord of the Ring with guns and spaceships System: There is a system but it will not be the focus of the story Harem: Yes, but I love romance, so there will be love interests and drama, not all about p3nus *The Monarch characteristic will not really show until volume 3, the MC will have some flaws at early chapters its part of his growth This is my third novel, my first novel was in the top 50, and my second novel is now Top 15 trending in webnovel, so hopefully, this third one will be even better.

Avan · Fantasy
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Overbearing

Oppressive pressure appeared in a blink of an eye, it was so strong it made Tristan's feet move a few inches. The Aesir in front of him seemed to transform as his eyes turned completely white, followed by a glowing aura gradually enveloped his entire body.

Feeling the overbearing pressure, Tristan knew this Aesir would be one of the strongest opponents he would ever face.

"Everyone stand back!!" Tristan shouted, lest they got injured due to the side effects of the impending battle.

Hearing the order, Tristan's companions, as well as the orcs, immediately retreated, giving more space for Tristan and Vidar. 

After making sure the others had reached adequate distance from the looming destruction, Tristan returned his attention and took a deep breath while closing his eyes. The moment he opened them again, he immediately pulled the claymore from the ground and dashed forward at breakneck speed, pouncing at the glowing figure aiming to kill.