Grey and the others quickly mobilized the troop and rushed in the direction of the Gnomes' camp.
On the side of the Gnomes.
Four Gnomes could be seen sitting with a dark expression, having a discussion.
"Can't the Grand Elder send any more help?" One dressed in silver robes asked. He was none other than the silver robbed Gnome Klaus had been fighting with over the past days or so. His face was currently slightly pale, and occasionally a cold chill would be released from his body. It was evident that he was suffering from a strange cold.
The other Gnomes looked in his direction before one with a scar on his face snorted coldly, "If not for your incompetence we would not be in such a state."
"You've seen how strange that Human boy is, even you were helpless against him, why are you blaming me?!" The silver robbed Gnome asked coldly, enraged by his companion's words.
"How could you fail to kill a Seventh stage Sovereign?" The Gnome did not back down.
