Andris swore that since he became a professional, in thirty years he had never encountered such troublesome enemies.
Ferocious, ruthless, each move deadly.
As a former adventurer absorbed by the Sorren Commerce, he already considered himself cunning and sly enough in battle.
However, compared to these elves before him, he felt that his past self was much too chivalrous...
These long-eared creatures, hollering excitedly, rarely fought one-on-one and seemed long accustomed to ganging up.
Every time Andris was about to break through the encirclement, several elves would swarm over and block his way...
He even heard their excited shouts:
"Watch out! He's trying to escape!"
"Quick, block this little boss!"
"Get him!"
Andris, ...
He opened his mouth, intending to say something, yet didn't know where to start...
The elves were not only sly.
They were also strong.
Very strong.
Just one exchange, and Andris could perceive their solid combat experience.
