Aljettah was quite dissatisfied with being addressed as a half-elf general, but for the sake of Velin, her best friend, she did not point it out to avoid any awkwardness.
Kyle remained in the air and did not land on the hill.
"How far is it from here to Sala Town?"
"Sixty kilometers south lies Sala Town."
Aljettah spread her wings, preparing to leave.
Seeing this, the half-elf general Merta boldly asked, "May we know your illustrious name, Your Excellency?"
"Velin."
As soon as the words fell, Aljettah soared into the sky and flew south.
Watching the dragon's figure, respect shone in General Merta's eyes. "Knight Velin, I hope you succeed."
After offering his blessing, Merta led his remaining subordinates away before the black mist returned to this place.
They had arrived with an army of three thousand, but fewer than five hundred remained when they withdrew.
As for the armies in the other directions, Merta did not dare imagine their fate.
Even as a Gold Warrior, he felt powerless against the monsters driven by the black mist.
On the way to Sala Town, Velin rescued another three half-elf armies trapped in danger, along with six groups of fleeing half-elf civilians.
Above Sala Town floated a massive Black Cube, surrounded by twenty-seven objects resembling cicada cocoons.
The land below was utterly ruined.
Grayish black had become the eternal, unchangeable hue of this place.
The Mana Energy in the surrounding air was nearly depleted, clearly having become nourishment for the Black Cube before them.
The next moment, the twenty-seven cocoons shattered, and twenty-seven Gold-rank Black Mist Creatures emerged. Black wings sprouted from their backs, their forms were undefined, and unknown code names marked their foreheads.
"How many can you handle?"
"Ten."
Aljettah answered proudly, flapping her wings as she charged forward