For a moment, Malacrass's hateful cry of "Azzaga choogo zinn!!!" rang throughout the Troll camp. Even the Elves in the distance could hear the Hex Lord's hateful "shout."
The angriest of all was Halazzi, who lay on the altar. He had been about to obtain the Lynx's power, but the Elf army had chosen that very moment during the blood sacrifice to launch a sudden attack. Not only had they forcibly disrupted the ritual, but they had also taken the Lynx away, costing him a source of divine power.
Halazzi silently resolved to make the Elves pay for their foolish actions.
Elves, you will all die without even leaving intact corpses!!! The curse circled silently through Halazzi's mind.
Meanwhile, the Elves making their full retreat paid no attention to the voices behind them. Once they disengaged from battle, a feeling of mental emptiness followed. The successive battles had long since exhausted Patrick's mana. Only thanks to Ellen's presence had he been able to use magic without restraint.
This time, he had faced three of Zul'Aman's future great commanders. Although Akil'zon and Nalorakk were not yet ninth-tier powerhouses, and Malacrass had yet to master the mysteries of soul power, fighting them had consumed enormous amounts of Patrick's mana and severely depleted his spiritual power.
On the way back, Patrick was already drowsy. After another stretch of forced marching, he could no longer resist the call of sleep in his mind and slowly drifted off. Fortunately, Alleria was quick to react. Seeing that Patrick was about to fall off his hawkstrider, she immediately reached out and steadied him, keeping him from hitting the ground.
"Thank goodness he's only asleep." Alleria was extremely nervous, worried that he had suffered a hidden injury. After examining him and finding that he had simply fallen asleep,