However, the hunting team had been gone for too long...
"Could it be that Andris has claimed the Golden Dragon for himself?"
Sharu muttered to himself.
*It was possible, after all, the value of the Golden Dragon was immense, and although he had sent out far more people than the mercenaries, Andris was a Silver Professional!*
*He didn't trust the integrity of humans.*
*Thinking about this, Sharu became increasingly uneasy.*
But just at that moment, he suddenly heard a clamor coming from outside the tent.
The noises were chaotic and disordered, faintly accompanied by the sounds of explosions, screams, and shouts. There seemed to be the metallic sound of swords clashing as well.
"What's going on? An attack?"
Sharu was stunned, his expression turning serious.
At that moment, the tent was suddenly pushed open, and an injured Half-Beast stumbled in, panic-stricken, and said,
"Lord Sharu, it's bad! The elves are attacking! The elves are attacking!"
The elves are attacking?
