"Lord Roland, we've confirmed that the target is inside this manor."
"Good. There's no time to waste. Move in."
In front of an elegant, old-fashioned garden villa in the Western Suburbs of Connel City.
After Linge and the others briefly explained the current situation, Roland immediately gave the order.
The garrison's Battle Mages and their accompanying troops set out from the wilderness more than a dozen li away, rushing over with the Mount Spell.
Everyone patiently waited for them to get into position. After confirming one another's locations through Message, they began casting.
Boom!
A millstone-sized fireball hurtled through a window with unerring precision, jolting the sleeping villa awake.
The Magic Alarm shrieked, and chaos erupted inside.
Artemia had sensed danger as the fireball approached and decisively slipped out through an exit on the other side.
Delys hurried over from another direction and said urgently, "They've discovered this place. Let the natives hold them off. We need to retreat!"
The elves of the Ottomitia Empire had long prepared themselves for this possibility. They quietly gathered, ready to slip out the back.
A dark shadow descended from the sky.
The enormous Green Dragon bent down and breathed, engulfing the followers in sickly green poisonous mist.
Several subordinates immediately clutched their throats and collapsed.
"It's that Green Dragon!"
Delys and Artemia were both shocked and furious to see their retreat cut off.
Before they could devise a response, a red light flared in the distance and shone onto their heads.
Each elf saw a huge beast's paw mark appear above the other's head.
It was Hunting Mark, an effective means of locking onto an enemy target and tracking them continuously.
Artemia said, "Fall back inside first. We can use the villa to hold out!"
Delys said, "No. It isn't a magical fortification.