Having no patience for such a suicidal character, Duanmu Huai simply reached into his coat and drew a hand cannon, pointed straight at the High Elf before him. The High Elf, seeing the gun pointed at him, could only stare curiously into the dark barrel.
The next moment...
"Bang!!!"
With a loud roar, the head of the High Elf shattered, and it staggered for a moment before collapsing to the ground.
"Nobody disrespects the Tribunal."
Looking at the High Elf corpse on the ground, Duanmu Huai snorted. Despite his mediocre shooting skills, that only applies at long-range. Should he miss at this distance, it would be an alien technology at work.
He turned his head, looking towards the current Chief Mage, offering the hand cannon. Overwhelmed by the gesture, the old mage hesitated, looking disoriented.
"May I ask, what is this...?"
"Consider it a thank you gift."