Chapter 575: Interlude - Baradgwend - Vengeance
Baradgwend seethed with barely-contained rage.
How dare they.
Ivyhold was dead, almost to the last man and woman. About half of the great tree homes had died, the only survivors being protected by powerful passive skills. Only a few elves had survived the vampire’s attack, everyone else dropping dead in the streets, in their homes.
There were only two survivors under level 1800.
At least the Miasma had been quick, reaping lives faster than a farmer plucking fruits from a tree. The attack had come at night, and only quick reflexes and powerful skills had prevented everyone from dying.
The body was unmistakably vampiric, and the marks of allegiance - the armor, the bat sigil, and a thousand other marks - were so unquestionably Exterreri that there’d been brief discussion if they were being framed.
Passion and anger had ruled the day, and the survivors of Ivyhold had rapidly gathered elves from nearby locations in the Golden Courts, and stormed over to Exterreri.
The trail was impossible to miss. Dead bodies had been left to rot under diseased trees, the Sentinel not even bothering to bury or otherwise dignify those he’d killed. Many elves had peeled off from the mission of vengeance, working on mercy instead.
For some reason, the leader of the expedition had agreed to this utter farce of a duel, and Baradgwend ground her teeth as the countdown began. Her trump card would instantly end this battle, and the forfeit lives of the vermin could be used as a base to begin the long work of rebuilding Ivyhold.