Chapter 266 The Confrontation
The air grew increasingly tense as the army of men began to fall within sight.
Aurora stood still, her stoic demeanor unchanging for even the slightest second, as she watched the silhouettes of the humans draw closer.
They were on horses—all of whom were enchanted to move faster than normal while experiencing as little fatigue as possible.
The man at the forefront, while initially nothing but a blur, soon became a clear image for Aurora.
'He must be their leader...' She thought to herself.
He had a fur coat on—resembling the hide of a white wolf—and he had nothing else on for a shirt, so his entire chest was exposed for all to see.
His baggy trousers firmly stayed at both sides of the mount he wielded, and his long, unruly hair made him look more animalistic than man.
He had glowing orange eyes that belonged to a predator, and his determined gaze had no hint of fear.
There was no doubt in Aurora's mind.
'He's the leader. Those two who are close to him must be his captains.'
One of the men was dressed like a Mage—with a purple hooded cape covering his face, and a somehow elaborate garb that served as his entire attire.
He had jewels decorating his hands and neck, which were clearly Enchanted Items, and stuck behind him—like a spear or sword—was a gnarled staff of some sort.
The man was most likely a user of Magic, according to Aurora's analysis.
As for the second man, he had heavy armor on—from head to toe.
His face wasn't even exposed thanks to the helmet he wore. He only had his visor—meant for seeing—and punctures close to his ears and nose so he could breathe and listen.
The heavy armor he had on was obsidian black, though it had silver designs all around.
Aurora could see no blade with the man, but she knew he had to use some kind of weapon.
'Does he have an ability to conjure weapons? Or maybe he's storing them somewhere. Perhaps a Spatial Ring or something of the sort...'
Aurora knew humans were very innovative with technology, something that Elves had no experience in.
She didn't think it made their race any better than hers, though, considering what they had to do to arrive at such a precipice.
They literally upturned the way of Nature in their selfish bid to grow stronger.
The fur coat that Fenrir wore, for example.
It had to belong to some kind of powerful Monster. By killing the Monster, he had grown stronger.
However, growing stronger also meant they had deprived nature of one of her agents.
The Enchanted Items that they all boasted of was only possible due the sacrifice of countless lives.
It was disgusting.
Fenrir and his army slowed down as they neared the entrance of the KariBlanc Eastern Warehouse.
They had expected to be greeted by the Dragon, but so far there was no enemy in sight.
Until now...
'Who are these chicks? I noticed them from afar off...'
The first thing he noticed was their pointed ears, so he quickly realized they were Elves.
Their beauty was enthralling, and despite their fierce expressions, they looked very delicate.
The woman at the forefront was the most beautiful of the three—no, that didn't do her justice.
'She's the prettiest lady I have ever seen.'
Fenrir and his men stopped about a hundred meters from them, and he dismounted almost as soon as they halted.
He took a few steps forward, his eyes lit with desire.
"You three... I like you." He pointed at the three Elves, his teeth now being completely displayed alongside his brazenness.
He could see the frowns on their faces, but that only made him more excited.
He could even feel a slight bulge in his crotch.
He took a few more steps forward and placed a hand on his hairy, muscular chest.
With a loud voice and an excited tone, Fenrir made his declaration.
"Be my brides, and I shall forgive your defiance!"
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[A/N]
Thanks for reading!
Welp... this is quite the scenario, isn't it? Yes, I know complaints will arise about the slow pace of the book.
I'm trying, but this is really how I enjoy writing my stories.
It gives it a certain flow and vibe that I enjoy.
So I'll try to quicken things, but I also won't compromise my enjoyment and style of the story.
I appreciate your understanding!