The Dwarf Delegation was almost completely slaughtered.
This was the news brought by the lucky survivor, Hake Stone.
The Dwarf Vampire appeared before Amberser, his face deathly pale, nearly scorched by dawn's approaching light.
The decimation of the Dwarf Delegation was an unforeseen misfortune Amberser had never anticipated.
Previously preoccupied with protecting the Elf Tribe, he had forgotten that these Dwarves could also face danger. Perhaps it was the sandstorm that endowed these Dwarves with their stout appearance, leading Amberser to subconsciously assume they had stronger self-preservation abilities.
Judging a book by its cover could kill, indeed.
When Amberser inquired about last night's battle, Hake Stone trembled as he spoke, "It was a Dragon! I swear I wasn't mistaken, it was a real Dragon!"
Amberser furrowed his brow and said to him, "For a Legendary figure, you sure are cowardly, aren't you?"
