Chapter 1243 - 911: Language Doesn’t Work

As soon as these words were spoken, the elders were all stunned. Then, the elder who had been questioning Elsa laughed out loud and said, "Everyone familiar with Princess Elsa has told me that this little princess of the Celestial Clan is truly extraordinary. I didn’t believe it before, but now I do! In the entire Heaven Realm, every race labels us Okaman people as war maniacs, barbarians, yet only you could say such things!"

Elsa smiled slightly and said, "I am merely stating a fact. The Okaman people can adapt to their environment and possess a natural talent for battle, but they lack sufficient wisdom to improve their lives. Although pressured by the outside world, you Okaman have evolved different branches, some excel in reconnaissance, others in engineering. But this is of no avail because God did not intend to make you smart from the beginning."

"Yes, this is something all of us Okaman know. So, do you have any solution?" asked the elder.

"Actually, I don’t really have a solution. There are not many places in this universe that need you war maniacs. Even as mercenaries, without the advantage of numbers, you would struggle with complex tasks. So, this is troublesome," Elsa said.

"Your honesty is quite surprising. Haven’t you ever thought that such excessive candor might lead to your ruin?" another elder said, barely containing his anger.

"Or, would you prefer that I answered your questions with lies? Believe me, if I lied, you would definitely not be able to tell," Elsa said unabashedly.

"You just mentioned that you want to find the answer to a problem. Now you can state your question," the previous elder redirected the conversation.

"My question is simple; I have already witnessed the answers to many questions. However, I still have one question: What exactly did my father discuss with you?" Elsa asked.

"Clearly, that is a question we should not answer," said the elder.

"We are not enemies at least not now. If you refuse to answer now, does that mean you plan to become my enemies?" Elsa asked.

"No, we have not made a decision yet. But the terms your father offered are indeed very tempting, as you have seen. Our lives as Okaman have been quite miserable, our range of activities severely limited, and without external aid, we even struggle to sustain our own livelihood. Over the years, we have only just managed to learn to farm the land ourselves, yet every Okaman yearns to better their lives through battle rather than toiling with the land. And your father offered us just that," the elder said.

"So you’re telling me this because you want me to provide a better offer, right?" Elsa asked.

"You’re a Celestial being, you’re smarter than me. What do you think?" the elder responded.

"Then it is with regret that I tell you, I was simply a poor person banished from Heaven Realm by my father since I was young, and I have lived mostly in the Human Realm ever since. I possess almost nothing in Heaven Realm. Moreover, my father, even though he is the Celestial Emperor, does not like me. Thus, I have no resources at my disposal to aid you. I can say, aside from being rather good at fighting, I have almost no other merits," Elsa said.

Upon hearing Elsa’s words, the elders burst into laughter.

"Good at fighting? You, Celestial people? Hahaha! Without the technology from the Giants, what else do you Celestials have? Hahaha!" The elders laughed unreservedly. Ever since Elsa arrived, they had not looked very pleased. But now, they finally had a chance, and they erupted.

"If you put it that way, I might also ask you, without the super adaptability from God, what do you Okaman have?" Elsa spoke evenly.

"Our strength is innate!" the elder shouted.

"Even so, isn’t that also a creation from God? How is that fundamentally different from the technology gifted to us by the Giants?" Elsa countered.

"You..." The Okaman, not skilled at quarreling, was left speechless. But anger was brewing, and Elsa could see that several of the elders were swelling in size, a sign among the Okaman that a battle was imminent in their rage.

"Your Highness, Princess Elsa, I admit, we Okaman are not good at debating. But having our strength questioned is something we cannot tolerate," the previously more mild-mannered elder said.

However, Elsa smiled and said, "See, I told you, the thing I am best at is fighting. Since you do not agree, I will make you agree with my fists. I don’t need any Giant technology, nor do I need any magic, just your favorite way of fighting, all the way until one party cannot stand up anymore!"

This knowledge Elsa had gained on the road; because of limited wisdom among the Okaman, even slightly complex logical issues could lead to disputes. Thus, often, the best way for them to resolve disagreements was in the Arena, where physical combat would leave the winner content and the loser in agreement. And now, having stirred up the conflict, Elsa decisively threw out the challenge of a duel, and for an Okaman, nothing was more unbearable than another’s challenge—even if it was an elder.

Honestly, had Elsa merely challenged them, these elders, though they would have accepted the challenge, would have prepared themselves to die gallantly. Even though the Okaman were fervent about battle, Elsa’s prowess was almost beyond doubt. However, even in death, they would not concede Elsa’s true strength because in their view, true strength belonged only to oneself; the power used by Elsa was not her own!

But now, everything was different.

Elsa surprisingly proposed not to use any Giant technology? Not even magic? Aside from these things, what else do you people from the Celestial Clan have? Those dance-like, ridiculous sword techniques?

However, it turned out that what Elsa used was a huge battle axe.

When Long Yi was still a blacksmith, he had genuinely made quite a few excellent items, and naturally, this battle axe was one of them. Of course, the battle axe Elsa was using now was completely different from the one Long Yi had made back then, as it was a replica Elsa had made using the metals of the Heaven Realm. Since it was a replica, it naturally inherited the original axe’s exaggerated shape and gorgeous details.

The Okaman people, who liked to use battle axes as their weapons, were instantly mesmerized the moment they saw Elsa’s axe. It should be noted that the battle axe was originally made by Long Yi to suit his own height and weight, and he had even slightly enlarged it. Now, it was excessively large for Elsa’s two hands, but it would be a perfect one-handed axe tailor-made for an Okaman!

The Okaman people around the arena were almost drooling, their simple nature barely concealing their emotions, extremely desiring these items.

"Princess Elsa, you can’t beat me! Hand over your battle axe and concede, and I can pretend you never came here. My people will escort you out of Okaman Star," the Elder almost said, swallowing his saliva.

"It’s okay; if you can beat me, you can kill me and then take this battle axe. Moreover, you would fulfill my father’s request. Isn’t that killing two birds with one stone?" Elsa said.

"You lass! How can you be even more stubborn than us Okaman people? I like your attitude; I don’t want to hurt you, especially since we haven’t even agreed to that madman, your father’s, terms yet! Hand the axe over now, and I will let you leave!"

The Elder had just been at odds with Elsa, but now he was actually considering her welfare.

It must be said, these Okaman people really are endearingly naïve.

"Since you are so sincere, I can promise you, even if you lose, I absolutely won’t kill you," Elsa said.

Upon hearing Elsa say this, the Elder almost had his nose bent out of shape.

"Alright, alright! Since you don’t know what’s good for you, don’t blame me for bullying a girl then!"

The Elder pulled out a battle axe from his personal space, and as soon as Elsa saw it, she immediately knew why the Elder was so eager for her axe. Could that even be called a battle axe? It was basically a huge steel plate clumsily tied to a block of wood. One side of the steel plate was ground, presumably to form an axe blade, but sadly, it had split into a pitiful shape from hacking at too many durable objects.

"Clang!"

The two battle axes collided, and the Elder’s ruined axe was instantly chopped in half!

Seeing his weapon broken, the Elder stood there embarrassed for a while, then threw away half of the axe and roared as he charged forward. But Elsa simply raised her hand and tossed her gorgeously crafted battle axe over, and the Elder caught it in his grasp!

The moment he caught the axe, the Elder felt goosebumps all over his body!

The weight! The feel! It was simply perfect!

"Girl, that’s not how you use a flying axe!" the Elder said, gripping the splendid axe tightly in one hand, yelling at Elsa. He really wanted to show his magnanimity by throwing the axe back. It was an old Okaman custom to catch an opponent’s axe and return it, a form of humiliation. But under the current circumstances, with such a splendid axe, how could he bear to give it back?

"It’s not a flying axe; it’s just a loan," Elsa said as she pulled out another axe from her personal space — different in design from the original, but equally splendid and imposing!

A loan? To tell the truth, if such disdainful words had come from another Okaman, it would certainly lead them to fight to the death. But now, even the not-so-clever Okaman could understand that, as a member of the Celestial Clan, from head to toe she was brimming with pride, and she had absolutely no need to disdain her opponent.

"You said it!" The Okaman Elder gladly accepted.

"If you can beat me, both axes are yours; if you lose, I can gift you one as a consolation," Elsa said.

"Hahaha! Alright, alright, girl, just wait to hand over your axes to me!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com.)