"Why is a Flügel here?"
After the angel-like girl appeared, Hingko's expression immediately grew tense. She was in an even worse state than when she had encountered Roland earlier.
Roland was not surprised by her reaction. This was experience only the weak could acquire. Compared to the lofty Divine Beasts or even the Old Deus, higher races like these, who hunted them as valuable trophies, posed a greater threat.
The information Hingko had provided Roland contained extensive records of Flügel massacring Elves out of personal preference. Although such battles were not all that frequent, the casualties they caused exceeded even those of the great wars against the Dwarves.
Hatred of the Flügel was widespread among the Elves. The only reason the Dwarves remained their sworn enemies was the pressure of reality.
In the standard racial rankings, the Flügel ranked sixth, while the Elves ranked seventh.
Yet that single rank represented the difference between heaven and earth.
Among the Sixteen Races, the top six were life-forms, while the bottom ten were organisms.
Rather than individuals grouped together under the concept of a race, every individual among the top six races could be called an independent ecosystem.
There was no shortage of lower races overcoming their superiors, since every race had its own unique advantages. But the price could hardly be called anything but steep. Moreover, in every one of these miracles, the lower races had only achieved it by exploiting their numerical advantage and coordination.
In a simple comparison between individuals, Hingko, the only Eightfold Caster among the Elves, could probably just barely escape the aftershocks of a single Flügel's attack if she gave it her all.
"Lord Roland, that Flügel is alone. Presumably, she is acting as a scout. They must have been drawn here by the God of Victory's