It should have only taken about 15 to 20 minutes for them to reach the rendezvous point. He thought that his escape was guaranteed and that he had outsmarted the enemy for good. But apparently, these elves were more diligent than he had originally thought.
"How many of them, Chieng?!" Tristan shouted into his earpiece.
Chieng's voice crackled back in reply through the speakers. (Thirty to forty of them, Master. They are currently approaching at high speed, and it seems that they brought along mounts.)
Tristan went silent for a second, and as he continued to dash towards the rendezvous point, he was quietly making calculations in his head.
(Master, the others are here already, what are your orders?)
"Alright, Chieng, tell them to leave." Tristan took a deep breath before continuing. "As for you... Well, you know what to do."
(Yes, affirmative.)
