In the secret passages of the Royal Palace, to encounter an Elf was indeed unexpected.
Even with the Devil's ambush just moments ago, it had the Dwarf King concocting all manner of dark schemes in his mind. But he quickly forgot about these things.
What a joke, Elves allied with Devils?
Even Corellon gone mad wouldn't gamble the Elf Tribe's reputation accumulated over so many years.
This Elf must have little to do with the Silvermoon Tribunal. Escape was the priority; whoever he was, it would be time to kill first and ask questions later.
No need to verbalize a command, just a glance, and the Dwarf Iron Guards charged towards the pale Elf. However, as they bellowed and charged forward, they ran past this pale Elf without acknowledging his presence, completely ignoring him.
"Illusion Technique?!"
The Dwarf King was taken aback. How had he failed to detect any change in Magic Power?
