Racing through the streets, Roland pursed his lips tightly.
The street was very quiet, with no citizens looking for places to hide, no Titans soldiers seeking their prey, no interceptions, no blockades, and not even the sound of insects or birds chirping, causing a chill to run down one's spine.
He knew very well the obsessive-compulsive nature of the elves. Given the chance, they always left behind some dangerous devices to delay the enemy's advance during their retreat. From various kinds of booby traps to snipers and machine gun squads, and even meticulously designed ambush sites, they always managed to make the careless pursuers pay a price. Considering that the history of the Wehrmacht began with organized defense and mobile warfare, it wasn't an exaggeration to call them experts in retreat battles.
