Malisar held his breath and cast Eagle Eye, watching the movements on the ground.
Shandris drew her bow and aimed toward the source of the noise.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."
"Roar!"
A dozen or so Burning Legion Felhounds, their bodies wreathed in flames, charged into the woods outside the Emerald Encampment.
They, too, had caught the scent of living elves.
Malisar rubbed his eyes hard, thinking he must have been seeing things.
These were... demons!
Shandris snapped her fingers, raised her slender index finger, and traced a circle in the air.
Malisar leaped down with six of his squad members, circling behind the Felhounds invading the emerald woodland.
The entire pincer maneuver unfolded swiftly. As soon as Malisar and his team were in position, Shandris loosed her arrow and began the attack.
An arrow carrying purple Moonfire pierced the skulls of two Felhounds in a single shot. All the elite Sentinels attacked at once.
Malinsal descended from above, his empty hands transforming into broad bear paws.
His movements were fierce and swift. His paws swept out like the wind with crushing force, easily smashing apart the Felhound charging straight at him.
Malisar could both fight and take a beating, giving the elven Sentinel women behind him the perfect opportunity to attack.
In an instant, arrows rained down from the sky, killing all one hundred Felhounds.
Once the battle ended, Malisar eagerly treated the wounded elite Sentinels.
"Ah... how could you be so careless? A wound on your waist needs a medicinal plaster."
"Captain Malisar, you only need to cast Nourish. There's no need for a plaster, and this isn't a convenient place for it," the female Sentinel said, blushing.
Malisar wanted to press the matter, but when he saw Captain Shandris approaching, he immediately adopted a solemn expression. "All right. Remember,