The Drow Elf's wrist was tightly 'clamped' by a hand.
A tall man stood in front of the Drow Elf, not waiting for this proud Drow Elf to open his mouth to curse.
The man's hand, like an iron clamp, gradually increased in pressure.
With a "crack," the Drow Elf's slender wrist snapped.
However, before this Drow Elf could let out a scream,
Artor grabbed her wrist and forcefully swung it...
A Drow Elf weighing over a hundred pounds was like a 'rag bag', directly swung 180 degrees, then with a loud "bang," slammed hard onto the ground.
Ellie Miller: "!!!"
Artor slowly released his grip.
When the dust settled back to the ground, that Drow Elf's eyes had already turned white.
With a 'clatter', the weapon fell from the hands of the coachman.
Her eyes widened roundly, looking at Artor, then at her master who was 'embedded' in the ground, her expression was quite spectacular.
Ellie Miller asked with one last hope, "I said we're really here to do business, do you believe it?"
