The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases

Almost at the same time, the High Elf commander Yefugeni, along with a mere four Moonshadow Assassins, charged back to the coast with a resolution to die in battle.

As a result, they stood agape, just like Drow Hiatt before them, staring at the empty sea where only their ship remained.

The immense psychological shock even made the adrenaline-fueled Yefugeni momentarily dizzy.

However, unlike the weeping Drow, the High Elves couldn’t help but feel an unexpected surge of delight by instinct and began to hope for the best:

Could it be that I guessed wrong?

Actually, are no Drow Elves involved?

Or is their landing spot not here?

That’s not right either. The nearest natural harbor deep enough for docking is at least twenty kilometers away.

Or perhaps I still underestimated those two dragons? Could they still devour all pursuers in that state?

All sorts of conjectures surfaced only to be dismissed. The heavy mental load soon made this High Elf, repeatedly tormented physically and mentally by David, feel hungry. She let out a wry laugh and said to her few subordinates behind her, "It seems fate has played a cruel joke on us."

"You’ve all worked hard today. Let’s go back to the ship and get something to eat."