Chapter 172: Remote Inheritance

The two Elf maidens weren't particularly strong. At most, they were Upper Gold.

But their teamwork was exceptionally coordinated.

The maiden wielding the War Axe and clad in dark teal armor was the main attacker. Every swing of her War Axe was accompanied by a deep clap of thunder, and dazzling arcs of electricity danced along the edge of its blade.

Whenever the consul was struck by the War Axe—even if it was just their weapons clashing and not a direct hit to his body—fine tendrils of lightning would still crawl up the metal, causing his body to seize in uncontrollable paralysis for a moment.

Seizing this opportunity, the other maiden, dressed in a green robe and holding a strange little tree, would pluck a fruit from its branches. With a flick of her finger, the fruit would instantly transform into a bolt of lightning, a scorching flame, or a gale-force wind that would strike the consul with devastating power.