Chapter 682
In the end, the World of Adepts was one of the few large-sized planes in the multiverse.
Adepts that came out of the World of Adepts were that much stronger compared to powerhouses of the same grade in terms of fundamental ability and combat techniques.
Mary and the Undermoon Assassin leader were both Second Grade. Yet, when they started fighting, Mary was able to obtain an overwhelming advantage. If the leader had chosen to fight to the death, Mary would only have needed to pay the price of some light wounds to murder her easily.
After this battle, the leaders behind the scene would probably understand that an entire squad of Second Grades was needed to suppress Mary. Perhaps they even needed to send a Third Grade powerhouse.
The elven kingdom at present only had a handful of Fourth Grade powers. These individuals were the pillars of the kingdom and were to be kept safe at all costs. They wouldn’t easily be alerted unless it was an emergency.
The Third Grade elves that moved around Garan were the actual core and fundamental strength of the elven kingdom. If any random witch that popped up required the mobilization of a Third Grade, then given the current Third Grade reserves of the elven kingdom, they would not be capable of dealing with this drawn out Calamity of the Witches!
Disregarding everything else, even Skywater City, the closest one to Mary, had no Fourth Grades. The strongest combat forces were five Third Grade elves. Spear of Vengeance Eijae had also been drawn away to Greenwater City’s surroundings by Bug Adept Billis.
That meant the number of Third Grade elves inside Skywater had been reduced to four individuals!
“We must exterminate these witches.”
“We have to avenge them.”
All the elves turned their gazes, unwilling to look at the tragic sight of their companions any longer. The sounds of cursing and swearing intertwined with choked weeping that echoed out in the forest.
“That’s enough. The evil of the witches has always been known to us. We will mourn our unfortunate countrymen later. The most important matter now is to continue tracking the enemy. Master Kimbell, we will have to trouble you!” The elven commander walked out with a mournful expression and gave a simple consolation to his subordinates. He then invited the respected elven diviner behind him to step forth.
One had to admit that the profession of elven diviner was the most difficult to advance to, even in Faen Plane.
This female diviner was Master Kimbell. Even though she was only at First Grade, her body was hunched so severely that it was almost at a right angle. The wrinkles on her face were so dense that even mosquitoes had trouble finding a spot to stand on.
In all honesty, the marks of age and ugliness on this elven diviner were utterly horrendous in this group of young and handsome elves!
Meanwhile, the Second Grade female elf standing at the elven diviner’s side was wearing a delicate magical beast leather armor with a dark green elven cape upon her back. Several gleaming short daggers and throwing knives hung by the belt on her left, while a delicate dagger of ornate design hung by the right.
Her body was extraordinarily tall and slender, but a terrifying claw mark on the right side of her pretty face had nearly wholly ruined her looks. Fortunately, with the help of life potions and nature magic, this claw mark was already started to close, scab, and heal.
It would probably be healed entirely within another thirty minutes!
As the leader of the Undermoon Assassins, Natasha’s sorrow and agony could not be understood by outsiders. She was looking at her former companions and friends who had now been reduced to such a horrifying and tragic state.
Due to the reckless assault last night that inflicted tremendous casualties to the Undermoon Assassins, Natasha had now been relieved of her duty as the leader of the Assassins. She could only temporarily fill in as the bodyguard of Elven Diviner Master Kimbell.
Though Master Kimbell was an elven diviner, she couldn’t predict the location of the vampires out of thin air. As such, she needed to rely upon these ‘leftovers’of the vampires!
The hunchback Master Kimbell leaned against a nature staff twice her height and slowly walked in front of the terrifying corpse pile in view of the eyes of the elves and druids.
Just as she softly started chanting a strange spell that outsiders were not capable of understanding, a surge of violently savage blood energy erupted from within the corpse pile.
The next second, limbs flew everywhere and a blood mist engulfed the area.
A crimson and phantom-like silhouette rushed to the side of the elven diviner and unleashed a ferocious attack upon her.