Chapter 176 - Volume 2
Chapter 121 – The Final Battle (9)
The Elven commander took off his pointed helmet which had a few streaks of gold painted over it to distinguish him as a commander. He shook his head, and his beautiful silver hair fell down like a waterfall. He exhaled slowly, and looked coldly at the battlefield’s messy appearance. The Lizardmen’s corpses were strewn over over their Elven grounds with blood forming into moving streams. There was a piercing stench of blood in the air, which would have made normal people queasy in their stomachs, but it was the scent of victory to the Silver Elves.
[No. This is not victory yet.]
Hewjil had escaped. Nalaethar’s men wanted to chase it but he stopped them from doing so. He flicked his sword once in the air to remove blood from it and placed it back into the sheath. The ornate design of the sword’s hilt glittered in the sun as he signaled to his men to gather up and get ready for their next move, not wasting any time.
The Nightsong Tiger brought back the other team of Silver Elves. He frowned when he saw Nalaethar’s appearance. The latter already appeared cold and distant, and the blood on his armor added on a disconcerting feeling to him. However, this somehow made him look seductive even to the Nightsong Tiger for some odd reason.
“Commander.” The Nightsong Tiger’s surprise only lasted for a short while: “I think our battle here is over.”
“Yes.” Nalaethar nodded.
The flag on the building was still upright, but no one knew how the battle between the mercenaries and the Lizardmen progressed.
Romaine’s hands suddenly went to her small bag: “Well….. I might have kept a few.”
“Hold on…… The reason why the explosion failed that night was because there were not enough to break an important section of the hill, causing the rocks to fall around us right! Damn it, didn’t you say you used them all?”
Romaine jumped up when she heard Amandina curse for the first time. She shook her head repeatedly. “I-I promise I only have five, no, four left.”