Lear finished reading the attributes of the Dark Night Elf and felt quite emotional.
It must be said that the reputation of elves in the Main Plane is not just because of their beauty.
Their formidable strength is the fundamental reason.
The opponent's skill set combined with her talents can only be described as fierce.
If they had warriors at the front, not many, just one squadron, the wild bandits who hunted them before would be easy targets.
Taking a deep breath, he gazed intently at the bound Dark Night Elf and spoke slowly.
"A group of Dark Night Elves, actually being hunted by wild bandits... you are much weaker than the legends suggest, I am somewhat disappointed."
He waved his hand, and the Wetland Lizardman Warrior behind him threw a few heads forward.
The grisly heads of the wild bandits rolled below.
"You have disgraced the name of the elves."
The Dark Night Elves hanging on the wall were both ashamed and angry upon seeing this.
