Chapter 453 - 425 The Choice of Marshal
"Is it the moonlight on your side that’s too bright, keeping you, a lich who shouldn’t see the light of day, from sleeping? Do you realize it’s the dead of night here?" Aldalian said discontentedly.
Although Aldalian had just woken up, this did not affect his noble demeanor, which Elves seemed to be born with. To put it crudely, even an Elf picking their nose would appear more elegant and beautiful than an average member of any other Race.
Aldalian’s posture, reclining on the bed with dishevelled nightwear, would fetch a high price among circles of noble ladies if it were captured.
But neither Amberser nor Aige, both Undead, were moved by this.
Amberser said bluntly, "I called to wake you up at night precisely to disrupt your sleep, do you understand?"
A flash of anger appeared on Aldalian’s face, but he quickly calmed down and said to Amberser, "Very well, you’ve succeeded, so I might as well turn off this device and continue my sleep."
However, Amberser said, "It’s not that simple. I have to ask you, when I seek help from your Elf Tribe to write a battle plan, what is this nonsense you send me? Is this the level of your Elf Tribe?"
Aldalian said with a smile, "It can’t be helped. Elves are not adept at underwater combat, we could only rely on imagination, so there are bound to be errors. I suggest you do not follow the plan exactly, you need to adapt based on the situation."
"What a pity," Amberser said with regret. "That way, your Elf Tribe stands to lose greatly."
Aldalian frowned slightly, then said, "I know, by engaging with your words, I am accepting a cup of poison, but I still have to ask. What do you mean by that?"