"Master, we lost thirty-one elves, five druids and fifty-two mercenaries in total by dusk . The southern town seemed just—" a druid reported .
"F*ck off!" Manstuly yelled in anger .
Advertis.e.m.e.ntThe druid who had just come in to report to Manstuly trembled with fear . He immediately left the room after Manstuly asked him to f*ck off .
Beside Manstuly, Mourtta and Hotchbini were sitting to the left of him in the room while three male elves sat to the right of him . None of them looked too good .
Mourtta liked to hide his weakness so he always pushed his wife, Hotchbini, in front of him . In fact, he was just as good as Hotchbini . Manstuly was definitely as good as Mourtta and Hotchbini . He was the leader of the wolf druids . The three male elves were the elf pharaohs . They were definitely a group of powerful, intelligent people . However, they did not seem to know how to deal with Anfey when faced with his cruel and b.l.o.o.d.y killing .
This magical world was different from the civ
