Blood Elf Monarch

The castle where the elves were on an expedition suddenly shook violently, as if a massive earthquake was happening.

Using his enhanced senses, Tristan could see that the trees in the forest hidden by the thick fog seemed to be moving. Due to this, he firmly believed that thousands of wolves were on their way to the castle.

His theory soon be proven when his ears picked up the roars, howls, and growls of the wolves mixed into one and filled the air that reverberated in the distance.

Unexpectedly, the Wolves that came were quite varied; It turned out there were many different types of wolves.

From the east, the wolves were slender and 3 meters tall on average. Thanks to the fact that they have strong and muscular legs, they were the fastest of their kind.

Thick black fur covered the upper part of their bodies with a slight silver stroke on its back that gave them an eye-catching appearance.  They had long, slender snouts with saliva dripping through the gaps of their pointed teeth.

Meanwhile, from the west, large-bodied wolves with a similar height of 3 meters were approaching.

Their body was filled with prominent and defined muscles. The black fur that looked very rough sticking out and covered most of the skin on their bodies.

With their black eyes emitting a ferocious gleam, the wolves looked absolutely terrifying.

Even though this group of wolves moved relatively slower than the ones before, their strength was far greater. They even made the ground around the forest tremble with their every footstep.

However, the most terrifying were the wolves coming from the south. Although not as many as the other two, the atmosphere that this particular group of wolves gave off was certainly distinct.

Their size was almost twice as large as the previous two packs of wolves, with fur that almost looked like armor because of their thickness. They ran with their bodies slightly bent, rapidly darting through the forest while also destroying anything in their path.

All of these wolves were at different battle power, within each of the group Tristan can see the Nightwolfs among them.

Seeing thousands of high level creatures coming, Tristan immediately doubted the strength of the elves to survive this.

Especially at this time, when the king of the high elves who led the elf expedition couldn\'t leave his place because he had to use his [Soul Seek] skill on the giant wolf\'s skull.

"The wolves are coming!" shouted Callan, a serious expression could be seen on his face.

However, Castian, the expedition leader, didn\'t budge, or rather, he couldn\'t - because he was still submerged in his special spell.

In response to this, Kolvar, who was the right-hand man of the high elves king, decided to take the command and send Osgiliath to help the oncoming fight. In the meantime, he would stay by the king\'s side, so that he could guard the king and provide protection in case anything untoward happened to the latter.

If they wanted to win in this uphill battle where they were outnumbered and attacked from all directions, the elves would certainly need a commando.

Vizier, the king of the dark elves or Callan, would be the best and optimal choice for this situation. However, before Callan could say a word to suggest this, Vizier chuckled then said to him;

"You know this place better than I do, I leave the command to you."

Quickly all the elves agreed, and they all now faced Callan, waiting to be given an assignment.

Even though he was caught off guard by Vizier\'s words, Callan swiftly regained his bearings and did what he needed to do.

Under the eyes of every elf present, Callan began his opening speech. "We have 43 saint level high elves ready to fight."

"Three gates of the castle need to be guarded. Ten saint level high elves for each gate." The expression on his face was firm, giving confidence to those who would fight.

"Master Osgilliath and the high elves elders, please defend the east!" Callan gave his first order with the strategy he had just made set clearly in his mind.

Afterwards, the high elves who were selected quickly rushed down the castle steps to carry out their duties, guarding one castle gate facing east.

"The dark elves, King Vizier, Princess Illiana, and the dark elves elders, please defend the south!"

Callan gave his orders in a careful manner, as he still prioritized how to behave. Especially the people he was giving the task of fighting were those who had high magic power, a magus with half-moon level.

The dark elves and a few selected saint level elves swiftly followed the ones who had descended to the lower floors of the castle. They dashed out in front of the castle gate facing south, the gate with the most stone ruins as a battlefield.

Callan\'s eyes were now on Queen Leena, Lord Haladar, and the Kingsblade warrior, Hanz.

"The Wood Elves will go together with me and Hanz, we will guard the west gate."

Hearing this, Queen Leena, Lord Haladar, and Hanz nodded their heads and ran towards the stairs to go to the lower floor of the castle.

At this point, Callan felt that the division of the elven saints and magus was quite balanced. Now, it was time to give orders to the remaining ones.

"The 13 saint level high elves stay here and attack them from the top floor! You guys are also in charge of helping replace the injured from each gate." Callan finished his first task, dividing the elves for war.

Tristan, who was waiting for Callan to mention his name from the start, looked confused because the man didn\'t mention him.

"What about me?" Tristan asked confusedly to Callan, who almost disappeared from the staircase.

"You can choose whichever you want, or just guard the center," Callan answered in a sarcastic tone.

Hearing what Callan said, Tristan could feel the blood inside his body boiling. He was angry by the fact that the man clearly belittled him. However, that feeling didn\'t last long since he quickly recalled his main goal of joining the elves\' expedition.

"Alright, fine i will guard the center then," Tristan replied with a small smile appearing on his face, which softened quickly.

Tristan main purpose of joining the expedition was to gather high-quality blood that he could only get from elves and some mythical creatures. With high-quality blood, he could use his [Blood Extraction] skill to harvest a large amount of blood essence in a short period.

Seeing the elves had to face an inevitable battle, Tristan instantly felt he was indeed fortunate. Moreover, if some of those magus level elves died, he could take their spirit souls as a bonus from joining the expedition.

He would ultimately be playing the role of scavenger, while occasionally giving assistance when it didn\'t cost him anything.

In the end, Tristan decided to just watch from the top of the castle, keeping an eye on Queen Leena and his second wife, Illiana, and making sure the two of them were kept safe.

As for the rest, he couldn\'t care less for them. In fact, he hoped that some of the elves would die so that his arrival on the expedition would not be in vain and just a waste of time.