Inside Baishan City.
Elf Queen Sara suddenly opened her eyes. She had already sensed what had happened within the mist. The fog had all been released by the mist trees, which could perceive their surroundings through it and relay the information to Sara, who shared a Spirit Link with them.
"Gather all the warriors of every race. The enemy has arrived," Sara said to the two attendants beside her.
The two attendants hurried to the palace entrance and ordered the buglers to sound the highest-level alarm.
"Ooooooh~~~!"
"Ooooooh~~~!"
"Ooooooh~~~!"
Within Baishan City, warriors of the Hasta Race, Ogre Race, Rock Clan, Troll Race, and Elf Race all revealed shocked expressions. They knew what this horn meant. It would only be sounded at a moment of life or death.
"Get to the walls and prepare for battle!"
"The enemy is here! Get to the walls!"
"For Baishan City~!"
The warriors of every race swiftly rushed onto the walls, ready to fight the enemy to the death. Yet when they reached the battlements and looked out into the mist beyond the city, they did not see a single enemy. Just as they wondered what was happening, hundreds of daggers suddenly emerged from thin air along the northern wall defended by the Troll Race, slicing open the throats of the troll warriors.
Troll chief Dosduo suddenly caught the scent of brutality and spun around with a sweeping strike.
"Clang~!"
A crisp clash rang out. Dosduo felt his arm go numb. When he turned to look, he saw only a faint, barely visible face and a weapon that was about to vanish back into thin air.
"Not bad. You actually sensed my position. The chief was right—we had to eliminate your Troll Race first." The voice vanished into the void.
Dosduo did not