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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.

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One sided

This fight was such a one-sided fight and his stage three body was of no help. The golden sword pierced his body and caused such excruciating pain Tristan had to bite back his screams.

"Aaaarrggghhhh!"

Unable to take it anymore, Tristan screamed and tried to push out the blade with all of his strength. Before he was able to make any progress, the Aesir pulled out the sword, and Tristan kneel to the ground.

The wound on his chest was gushing so much blood it made a small puddle on the ground.

Layla almost screamed in panic, and she was about to run up towards Tristan, if the just-healed Astrid didn't hold her down from behind.

The pale man walked closer, the edge of his golden sword so close to Tristan's throat. One swing would be enough to end his life right then and there.

Although he was in a bad situation, Tristan didn't even waver one bit. He looked at the Aesir's eyes with a gaze full of hatred and defiance.