"I thought you would have joined the battle directly,"
Heine said teasingly as he watched the approaching grey-haired elf.
The weariness in her eyes grew even deeper.
As someone constantly worried that the skeletons might drop dead all of the sudden, Heine truly suffered from occupational disease.
Looking at her ethereal presence, he really wanted to send her off to sleep soundly in a fish pond.
"Did you let that swarm of bugs loose?" Huiyue asked.
Meanwhile, a strong shock welled up inside her.
To be able to control the skeletons for such intense combat, and still have the energy to talk with her?
Heine: "Yes, it looks like you all handled it nicely."
"What about your side? What can I do?"
Huiyue's gaze suddenly fell behind Heine.
There, two figures leaned quietly against the tower.
One was Brother Yang, the warrior with two ferocious scars on his chest.
The other was a skeleton clad in standard chainmail but lacked a head…
His bow still hung on his back.
