If the number of these Magic Stones were enough, and if the Legendary Professionals were careless, some less powerful ones or those new to the Legendary rank could really be ambushed by the elves and end up in trouble.
They wouldn't die, but they would definitely be in a sorry state.
And when the Beastman named Hercules found his beloved battle robe almost torn to shreds, and half of his already thin hair sticking to his hands when he touched it...
He immediately got furious,
"Bastards, you should die!"
With a roar, he raised his axe and swung it at the elves again.
The remaining elves turned pale,
"Holy crap! He's unharmed?"
"It's a disaster, run!"
"He's not Gold, he's definitely not Gold! He's Legendary!"
"Legendary! Another Legendary! It's a big catch!"
"Notify Brother Tomato!"
After speaking, they didn't hesitate and turned around to flee.
They even ran faster than when they charged.
"Die!"
