Approaching the farmlands of the elves, Shaman spotted a few young dark elves towing the land. Elanor and Shaman both went up to the cobblestone fence that surrounded the farm, using it as cover to hide from the unsuspecting elves.
"Alright, they will be your target, there is no reason to hold back so go as strong as you want." Shaman didn't expect Elanor to be able to fight for long as the mana required to kill a basic tier 6 was a lot.
"Got it." Elanor trembled a little as although they were just basic mobs, she knew they were tier 6, which was 2 tiers higher than her. She also felt a little uncomfortable as they reminded her of her own race, but then she imagined the faces of the nobles who harassed her, turning that uneasiness into anger.
"We will be right here, so if you think your life is in danger, scream out and we will come." Reassuring Elanor that she won't be in danger, Shaman hoped Elanor wouldn't hesitate in the midst of battle.
