Wilkins laughed as he entered the castle, "Today that Elf will pay for his insolence of the past when he killed my subordinate. I was waiting for such a long time to get my hands on that Elf. That guy always used to fight from a range. Today he will be trapped like a small mouse."
Wilkins was continuously deflecting the arrows with his armors and tough skin Earth as he rammed inside with his mace and Charged ahead,
Looking at the scene,
Arlen took out his own Rifle which was made especially for him by Tornwall, He took out a magazine that was filled with Runic Bullets and loaded the Rifle.
Arlen smiled as he heard the ramblings of Wilkin from the first floor, "Time for my specialty, These bullets will come in handy. I wonder what surprise is hidden by Tornwall in these bullets."
