Chapter 213: Darkness and Despair in the East
Cedar would’ve been beaming, thinking this was a scouting force of the Fourteenth Regiment, if not for their downcast and defeated gazes.
They were in a far more somber mood than the Thirteenth.
Cedar and Rowan’s hearts sank at the sight, quickly rushing over and dismissing their invisibility, almost causing the officer in front to jump up in horror.
"Calm down, we’re from the Zephyr Battalion!"
The Fourteenth Regiment sprang into battle mode for a moment before Cedar and Rowan’s faces were illuminated by the torches, and their words sank in.
The wizards of the Fourteenth Regiment eased, only to tense up again in the next second.
These two bastards could be from the fell race and might be pretending to be one of them again!
Seeing the unfriendly and combat-ready expressions of their comrades, Cedar and Rowan sighed, fully knowing what the wizards of the other regiment were thinking.
"W-We’re not of the fell, this I vow in the name of my lord, Zephyron Haldavar," the latter announced.
Unfortunately, his words did little to improve the situation.
Why the hell would the Fellkin admit they were Fellkins?!
Cedar felt his head throbbing.