After all the Elves' warships had departed, several more warships suddenly appeared over the stretch of sea where a fierce slaughter had taken place not long before.
"You will be responsible for salvaging the bodies. The rest of the fleet will quietly follow them with me. If we can locate the Elves' base, then so many people will not have died in vain." A human commander issued the order with a grim face.
"Yes, Commander." His subordinates did not dare object and hurried off to carry it out.
Their clothes were still stained with blood, and the savage expressions on their faces had not yet completely faded.
They turned out to be the forces of the Radiance Church who had just left, only to return again.
After issuing his orders, the commander left the crew of just one warship behind to retrieve the bodies of their own soldiers from the sea. He led the other warships in quietly following after them.
At that moment, a thick fog suddenly rose over the sea. The vast whiteness impaired their vision.
"Commander, we can no longer see the way ahead." The captain in charge of steering the ship suddenly sent someone to report.
"Damn it." The commander stared gloomily at the fog ahead. He knew that it was not suitable to continue pursuing under such circumstances; trouble could easily arise. "Forget it. Withdraw."
He gave the order in frustration. This time, they truly retreated.
"It seems we cannot underestimate human cunning." Someone sighed softly from within the fog.
Parting the dense mist and looking deeper inside, one could see more than a dozen Elven warships standing ready upon the sea.
"Bishop, we are in the dark while they are in the light. Why not seize this opportunity to kill them and avenge our