The bustling streets became deserted. No one was brave enough to obstruct the dark elf army at this moment. Verna gripped the nine-headed-snake whip, bit her lip, and glared fumingly. No one dared to go against the matriarch. They curled up by the side in fear, terrified that the matriarch would vent her frustration out on them.
As a matter of fact, Verna didn't want to stand out among the group. Just like any other matriarch, Verna hoped to observe the battle from a safe distance, while other families tossed about with one another below. However, the best laid plans of mice and men often went awry. Verna didn't expect her youngest daughter to be so foolish as to probe the other party's strength, leading to this big disaster.
Oh, spiders, if that b*tch were here, I swear to inflict eternal pain on her, banish her entirely, and turn her into a drider!
