Seeing Draco's difficult expression, the entire squad was left speechless.
All that big talk the day before, proclaiming himself a God among mortals, and he didn't even have a mount? Either that or his mount was so bad that he didn't even dare to bring it out?
Jenna sneered derisively and folded her arms in mid-air. "Trash!"
"Hehe, some people should not talk so big when they have nothing to show for it~" Lia giggled while swinging her legs off the edge of her mount which was a giant white rabbit.
Byron frowned. "If you don't have a means of transportation, I can take you along with me."
He patted the side of his mount, which was a giant black bear with red eyes. Mirakil gestured for Draco to get on Bryon's mount cause he definitely wasn't going to share his own, squad captain or not.
"No need haha, I can follow on foot." Draco said with embarrassment, glancing at Jenna with a smile that wasn't a smile before nodding to Byron.
The warrior shrugged and didn't insist, while the rest of the squad casually moved out without caring about him. True to his word, Draco stretched his legs and began a light sprint, using each step to propel himself off the ground so hard he flew for a few hundred meters with each one.
Despite moving at thousands of kilometers per hour like this, his legs were not a blur but each movement was clearly defined. It was just as well since the mounts of the others moved at similar speeds, with those like Jenna or Lia's white rabbit moving slightly faster due to their special advantages.
This surprised the squad, and their evaluation of Draco rose sharply as they inhaled sharp breaths. One should know that the purpose of mounts was to travel faster and more efficiently, which was also the case here.
If they overclocked themsElves and activated many buff skills, they could move as fast as Draco - as well as their mounts - for different lengths of time per squad member, but it wouldn't pass ten minutes!
This shock soon morphed into horror when they arrived at their destination almost 2 hours later.
2 hours of running for thousands of kilometers...
Even their mounts were breathing heavily, frothing at the mouth and requiring them to feed them with special restoration potions, pills or juices to reward them for the hard work.
But Draco just looked like he had only broken a sweat, with a single bead of it condensed on his forehead.
"Oh? Damn, I must have gotten some morning dew on my head when we passed by that clearing." Draco muttered casually as he swept the drop off his forehead.
Squad: ...
Makar, the tigerman with a saber, walked up to Mirakil and spoke in a hushed tone. "This guy is incredibly suspicious. We have to be cautious."
Mirakil's eyes narrowed as he noticed it too. "Stick to your role and we can make it back in one piece."
Makar nodded. After all, it wasn't like they were planning anything malicious, just that Draco was too weird for their liking. Anyway, the stronger he was, the better for the entire squad because it would mean a higher survival rate.
"Alright, here are our deployment details. We have been collectively assigned to the Forest of Truth, one of the three main regions of habitation for the Elves of this realm. We are here with squads 700 to 1500, and our area is specifically marked as the Hearth of Growth." Mirakil began as he faced the squad.
Along the way, Draco noticed with his VoP that there were almost twenty Elves stealthily observing them through various means. Some spoke through the trees and flowers, while others used the forest creatures and animals. Some were directly monitoring through the leaves, concealed in them while somewhere underground, passing through the roots of thick trees.
What left Draco speechless was that the squad was completely oblivious to all of that!
Lia, whose entire Job was to scout for them, had long since been detected by the Elves!
Even if she had no visual presence and did not make a sound as a result of her invisibility skill, she still had mass. When she stepped on the grass to leap across branches, the wildlife felt it. Not to mention she needed to breathe, and brother, we all knew who was the one that consumed CO2.
Draco immediately understood how the Elves had lasted this long against 'elites' like those from the WMP and had even been able to cause so much death and casualties to the point that even Headquarters took notice and invested big resources to fix them.
Draco glanced at the squad and felt a hint of respect for them. To think that under these kinds of circumstances, these fellows had managed to drag themsElves back in one piece - for the most part - showed that they definitely had some special traits.
As they moved along he idly read the mind of a nearby Elf that was hiding within the bark of a tree in similar manner to dryads, and his face stiffened.
It seemed like the Elves knew about this 'dumbass' squad in particular and had ranked them low on their 'hit-list' because the squad mostly performed badly and did not target any key areas previously.
Not to mention...
Draco's face darkened when he read up to there.
Apparently, many male Elves of the resistance army were fond of Jenna, who often would secretly capture one or two of them into the treetops to 'rape' while the squad was resting and then release them after stretching their backsides wide.
So Draco had inadvertently discovered a scarring truth. No, not Jenna's rapacious behavior, that was normal in this fucked up universe that Draco lived in. What was scarring was that the male Elves of this species were greatly effeminate - as Draco himself had noticed visually earlier - and were similar to Vano.
In fact, as Draco spread his psychic powers around, he found that the male Elves deployed around them were initially focused on Jenna, 'allocating' which of them would become 'careless' and then get 'captured' by her.
As it was a casual discussion, Draco felt the palpable silence when the male Elves sighted him and their collective breaths caught. Immediately, it became like a loud marketplace as they roared out their desire for him, threatening, begging and bargaining with each other furiously.
This did not excite Draco since he was not into femboys and he almost smashed the Elves into paste until the female ones among them had the same reaction and barged in on the conversation.
The discussion was fierce, with the female Elves claiming that it was their purview to claim males for reproductive purposes while the males argued that they could then take Jenna as she produced the 'milk' they needed despite her outward appearance.
Just as it was coming to a head as both sides refused to give up and rapid-fire released good points one after the other - enough so that Draco occasionally nodded his head in agreement unwillingly - the man himself decided to end it.
"Boy am I happy I am STRAIGHT. Man, do I like me some GIRLS and WOMEN. There's nothing in the world I enjoy more than PUSSIES and BOOBIES." Draco spoke aloud, making his entire squad look at him with varying expressions.
Male Elves: (╯'□')╯( ┻━┻
Male Elves: Fuck, why did you have to say that right at this moment!
Female Elves: (* ́∀`*)
Female Elves: Scram you dickless bastards, he's ours now!