While Li Wei was still standing there in a daze, more than three hundred people poured out behind him one after another, as though stepping through an invisible wall in the air. The already cramped space became packed in an instant.
The Dragonbound Knights following Li Wei in particular, upon seeing the grand battlefield before them—a spectacle far beyond anything their common sense could encompass—looked like a bunch of PC gamers playing StarCraft on a screen who had suddenly been transported onto an interstellar battlefield filled with flying Gundams and starships. Their eyes bulged so wide they looked like hemorrhoid sufferers whose puckered chrysanthemums could not close.
"Dinggelian's hammer! Did we just step into another plane? Hey, stop pushing me—I'm afraid of heights! I-Is this an elf nest? Since when did these pointy-ears get so short? When I get back, I'm definitely telling my son about this so he won't feel inferior anymore. Aha! Look, there are even elves about as tall as me, Iron Hammer!"
"It's not that the elves got shorter—it's that you got taller! In a sense, we've become elves now, uh..."
Herbert, beside them, was rubbing his temples as he tried to explain when he abruptly realized that his own voice had become unusually shrill. It was not unpleasant, though; instead, it possessed an indescribably crisp and melodious quality.
While he was still lost in confusion, he heard Iron Hammer suddenly say in realization beside him:
"So this is what the Lord meant by entering under another identity. I really thought I'd become a paladin, but who knew I'd turn into an elf instead? If my wife saw how I look now, she'd laugh until her stomach hurt. Huh? Herbert the Cripple, your pecs seem a little too developed!"
As he spoke, he habitually gave Herbert's