Alright, running away, what else could it be for? Beat up the small fry, and here comes the big fish.
The leader, the Elf Elder—an old man three thousand years old—hurried over. According to memory, his name seemed to be Sied, the Sergeant Major.
Upon seeing the carnage before him, the middle-aged-looking old elf, complete with scruffy sideburns that made him look even older, instantly turned ashen-faced. His magic power surged into the heavens, lighting up half the sky, like someone flipping on a giant incandescent lightbulb in the dead of night.
"Iyadlin!"
With a wave of his hand, he opened a Magic Circle, and an elf female was instantly teleported over. When she took in the scene, she said nothing and immediately rushed to assess the injuries.
"His Highness is unconscious, with multiple penetrating wounds and fractures all over his body. Excessive blood loss, but fortunately, no damage to the internal organs or arteries.
Minerva's injuries are superficial, though hers... "
