Kui Island Bloodbath 3

Sunlight filtered through tender leaves covered in dew, falling onto moss-covered woodland. Countless insects and fungi hid among the rotting leaves, and the forest floor reeked of decay and mildew.

The Gray Dwarf Harold pushed aside a cluster of banana leaves before him. Dew from the leaves splashed onto his head. He casually wiped his face, only to discover that his palm was covered in blood.

Harold spat out a thick glob of phlegm, and even it was blood-red. He pressed a hand against the ribs on his right side. He was certain they were broken; every breath sent a stabbing pain through him.

He had originally been nothing more than an engineer hauling flint at the catapult position. Last night, a group of elves who had appeared from nowhere had forcibly occupied the dock, so he picked up a warhammer and followed his captain to support their companions at the dock...

But before he had even reached the edge of the dock, he saw a large number of Elven Guards in full silver armor charging out from it.

Harold had taken part in the raid on Queen Island. He had seen those well-equipped Silver Moon Elf guards. Although the elves held an advantage in weapons and equipment, they had been unable to withstand the charge of Gray Dwarf warriors on the battlefield.

It was not only because the elves feared death; in terms of strength, they were also far inferior to Gray Dwarf warriors. But the Elven Guards at the dock last night, their faces hidden behind silver masks, had been completely different. They wore the finest Magic Armor and wielded the sharpest magical weapons. As they swung their Elf Long Swords, Harold saw with his own eyes an Elven Guard sever a forged steel hammer shaft with one