Lu An slowly approached the father and son who slept soundly. He noticed the dwarf's product on their wrist and ankles. He stood there for a while, observing the two, thinking who would he start with.
It did not take that long for him to get the answer, Arbane. The father was someone who had been on the battlefield numerous times. It would take longer to crack the father than the son.
Lu An approached the two and was about to grab Arbane's ankle, but Revalor opened his eyes. His hand tried to reach Lu An's neck, but the latter was faster. Lu An caught the wrist and squished the wrist.
Blood trickled down from the gap between Lu An's grip. The sound of a cracking bone rang in the room followed by the pained cry from Revalor. Despite the pain, the former elven king kept his voice low, grunting while staring at the young man in front of him.
