Hill cheerfully led a group of little fairies and some Elven City Guards who wanted to go to Luskan to join the battle onto the Pulvey Magic Ship.
For these young and strong elves, they hadn't participated in a formal war for a long time.
Everything about Agleya was good, except there were too few opportunities for battle. They still wanted to try hard and seek a chance to advance to Legendary.
The Elf Crusaders, having finally recovered from the pain of their innocent comrades dying, perked up again. They sat on the terrace at the back of the Purvey, chatting and laughing, appreciating the vast frozen sea below.
Once out of Agleya's domain, the sea area beyond Neverwinter City had completely frozen into a solid Ice Sea.
Looking at these lively elves, Hill sat on a sofa in midair, pondering secretly: He should talk to the Temporal Artifact. When arranging Luskan's defense line, they shouldn't hand over all the battle terrain to the Undead Tribe.
