Chapter 679 Crisis In The Camp [Pt 1]

Chapter 679 Crisis In The Camp [Pt 1]

~BAM!~

The fist of one of the seated Dragon Generals hit the main table that spread straight down within the meeting room. His action caused the piece of furniture to tremble, almost to the point of breaking apart.

However, it didn't.

Whether this spoke of the integrity of the table, or the fact that the General was still subconsciously holding back despite his current emotional state... it was impossible to decipher.

"Damnit! How did things get to this point again?!" He raised his voice, his bloodshot eyes piercing the room as he looked at everyone present.

The 12 Dragon Commanders were utterly silent, all of them having nervous and incredibly uncomfortable expressions on their faces. Their unfocused gazes shifted from one point to the other, with beads of sweat evident on their faces.

No one liked it when this particular Dragon General was upset.

However, since they all knew the source of his frustration—which inevitably led to anger—there was nothing they could say.

All they could do was sit and take it all in.

"Just yesterday you said they were being pushed back. You told me we would have them subdued by the end of the week. You said they were not a threat at all. And now... what's with this bullshit?!" He raised his voice, once again pounding the table.

At this point, his colleagues had to calm him down.

"R'azak, calm yourself." The one cloaked in blue muttered with a sigh. "This unexpectedness plagues us all, after all..."

The moment he heard this, R'azak, the purple robed General, turned to look at his colleague, still growling and seething from his lips

"But—!"

The Elves, according to all observation, were a very cooperative and compassionate race—at least to one another. There was no way they would allow their sisters to die in droves, only to reveal their hidden card now.

"All of these are just speculations. In the end, isn't it best we ask the one person who should know about what happened better than the rest of us?" The juvenile voice of the Ashen General echoed out as he cast his gaze on the most obvious target.

The one being referred to was seated at the foot of the table, his demeanor a mask of calmness despite the confusion that plagued everyone.

His dark hair danced on his face as he intertwined his fingers and tightly shut his lips in silence. Once Ce'phas mentioned him, though, all eyes slowly began to shift in his direction.

He was previously unnoticeable among the bunch—probably due to the arrival of the devastating news—but right now... he enjoyed all of the attention from them. "The forces we sent consisted majorly of your Undead Minions. In terms of military might, you have suffered the most damage... yet you seem awfully calm." Ce'phas grinned as he narrowed his eyes on Adrien.

"Does this mean you have an idea of what happened with the Elves? You know why they got so strong so suddenly?"

"No."

Adrien's response was curt, nearly to the point of being recognized as rude. Ce'phas didn't take any offense at this, though. Instead, his grin only grew deeper.

After all, Adrien was about to explain himself even further... and everyone was waiting in deafening silence to hear all he had to say.

"I am very puzzled by this current development." He began. "Resistance should have been quelled, instead over a quarter of my Undead Stockpile has been eliminated."

Despite saying such tragic words, his face remained a calm facade—almost like that of a doll.

"One thing is for sure, though... and that is the fact that the Elves have somehow found another way to become stronger—increasing their threat level."

"So, what can we do abou—?"

"I'll go." Adrien cut the Blue General off before he could conclude his words. The deep, insidious tone that he used nearly shook everyone within the room. However, Ce'phas could only chuckle in excitement as he watched the whole thing.

"It's time I personally went and see what's happening with my eyes."