Chapter 100: The Most Wicked Existence in the Nine Kingdoms
Thanos was a god of immense power—and immense generosity. As long as you could endure his madness, he would grant you countless boons.
Viscount Letterman was clearly one of Thanos's most devout followers. What flowed through his body seemed more like raging lightning than blood.
The Twilight Wardens were elven elites, yet two spells from Letterman had already left two of them dead and three wounded. That was an impressive record by any standard.
Ambrose was secretly glad he had never tried to take this territory by force. Stormpriests truly shone on the battlefield; against them, cannon fodder was nothing more than a steady stream of offerings.
The elves sprawled across the tower floor proved stubborn. They soon struggled back to their feet and charged at Baron Letterman once more.
Ambrose simply stepped aside and watched as the viscount vented the fury he had bottled up for so long on these elves.
Letterman swung his iron hammer, wreathed in crackling lightning, as he clashed head-on with the three remaining elves.
Each blow of the massive hammer struck with the force of rolling thunder. The sizzling arcs of electricity became a battle hymn to Thanos's greatness. Though the elves were quicker and their short blades sparked wildly as they struck his body, they still failed to pierce his chainmail.
After only a few exchanges, one elf misstepped and was caught squarely by the hammer. Half his body collapsed; the lightning charred the rest black in an instant.