Chapter 689: Conflict
The two individuals wore noticeably finer attire than the other Dark Elves—clearly, they were the leaders.
Sure enough, the handsome male Dark Elf stepped forward, his face dark and brooding. His eyes locked onto Leon and his companions, as if he were staring at prey making its final, futile struggle.
"Outsiders, surrender immediately. Drop your weapons—I will have someone seal your magic."
This tall Dark Elf spoke as if reciting a king's decree—his words were cold, forceful, and utterly rigid.
"I'll count to three. If you still refuse to surrender, don't blame us for being merciless. Magic has never shown mercy!"
The male Dark Elf shouted again, clearly enraged that Leon and his group were still resisting.
But Leon, on the other hand, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing these two pale-skinned Dark Elves—especially the earrings on their ears—he realized he'd been scaring himself. Those monstrous, freakish Dark Elves weren't so easy to encounter after all.
These two strongest Dark Elves—according to the readings from the arcane energy array—were both at level thirty-seven, and soon to reach thirty-eight. Their most powerful move was likely the female Dark Elf's fifth-tier ultimate spell.
Aside from their numbers, these Dark Elves weren't so impossible to overcome anymore...