No one at the scene reacted much when they heard that the enemy commander had been captured on the front line. Even Bai Huo sounded lazy as she said, "Another prisoner?"
Izax folded his arms and chuckled. "Heh, I figure he's no different from the ones we captured before."
Everyone seemed extremely indifferent to capturing a Demon Hunter of the Elder Council, and there was a reason for that.
At first, Lanina had gone to considerable trouble to capture an elder-level Demon Hunter of the Elder Council alive. Back then, everyone had been quite excited about the prisoner, hoping to extract some valuable information from him—but that enthusiasm quickly faded when they discovered that all the Demon Hunters of the Elder Council brought back from the battlefield were in a strange state. It was impossible to get anything meaningful out of them.
The Demon Hunter warrior who had come to report clearly knew this as well, and his expression was somewhat subtle. Nevertheless, he emphasized, "This time, we captured a high-ranking commander. Master Fenny believes the Elder and several leaders should personally question him."
Bai Huo frowned, while Elder Grigoriwen nodded lightly. "Then bring him up. Let's see which 'old friend' it is."
The messenger acknowledged the order and withdrew. Before long, several elven mages escorted a tall, thin male prisoner in.
The tall, thin male Demon Hunter wore the Elder Council's distinctive battle robes, which had been reduced to tatters during the fight. His face was resolute and masculine, with sharp, well-defined features filled with anger. His dark-brown curly hair was stuck to his forehead in clumps by blood and sweat, making him look even more bedraggled. Elven runes coiled around the prisoner in layers. The runes continuously drew energy from the target to strengthen the shackles, but even