It hurt, but Elvia could bear it.
The White Dragon Queen and her followers were remarkably brave this time... White Dragons feared death, but of all the Chromatic Dragons, they could endure pain the best.
As far as they were concerned, if an injury did not kill them outright, how bad could it be?
After all, they had grown up battered and bruised, licking their wounds... and back then, it had all been for a mouthful of food.
White Dragons seemed timid, often fleeing at the first sign of danger. But who could blame them? They had not been given strength to match their name. If they wanted to survive, they had to be cautious.
If they knew their odds of dying were only one in ten thousand, of course they could be fearless.
Hill watched the battle in the hall for a while and began to sense how mediocre these Habel Archmages were... Perhaps that mediocrity was what had driven them mad.
They had plenty of spells at their disposal, but every one of them was utterly conventional. A true Transcendent Mage, even when using Magic Weave spells, had a distinctive style and varied each casting.
These Habel Mages, though, were rigid. Even the rhythm of their chants was identical.
They barely changed their angles of attack... Elvia had always been known for her agility and her skill against Mages. Once she grew familiar with their fighting style, many of their spells could no longer pierce her defenses... The White Dragon Queen deftly used her spell-deflecting scales to shed most of the damage.
The Undead had noticed, too, that these NPCs attacked much like their own Mages... just at a higher level.
The Swordsmen immediately perked up. They knew how to deal with Mages like these~ When did a