Oli could not help asking, "Then why did you do that just now, Elder?"
"The instant I was about to make a move, I felt myself being locked onto by an icy killing intent. If I'm not mistaken, the person hiding in the shadows should be a member of the Elf Royal Guard, and likely a Ninth Level Assassin!" Three Great Elders narrowed his eyes, stroked his beard, and said with lingering fear.
"Elf Royal Guard!"
The moment Oli heard that name, his pupils shrank. He had also heard of the Elf Royal Guard's fearsome reputation.
The Elf Royal Guard was an elite squad composed of one hundred elves, specifically responsible for protecting members of the elf royal family.
Although the Elf Royal Guard did not have many members, every one of them was at least a Ninth-Level Warrior. As for their captain, only a Saint Realm Expert could take that position.
"An Elf Assassin with at least the strength of a Ninth Level Assassin—how great a threat do you think that poses? I'm sure you understand even without me saying it." Three Great Elders looked at Oli, whose forehead was drenched in cold sweat, and spoke calmly.
Hearing Three Great Elders's words, Oli could not help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. Against a Ninth Level Assassin hidden in the shadows, once a fight began, never mind whether Three Great Elders could escape—Oli would definitely die.
If Three Great Elders had not stopped him, Oli might already have been a corpse. Now that he understood the whole story, Oli's gaze toward Three Great Elders was filled with gratitude. No wonder Three Great Elders had not hesitated to slap him and had even apologized to Vivian and the others so humbly.
"But Three Great Elders, are we really just