A Sly Higher Up!
Well… I had to say that I didn't need to go to this new small continent to know which race it belonged to.
Just as I controlled my chariot to move forward, and before it could cross ten miles, I saw something coming up from the distant land.
It was a small piece of land seen from my spot. Just seeing this familiar scene made me inwardly sigh.
"Hectors!" I narrowed my eyes. As the saying went, enemies would meet each other at any corner!
"Hello friend from another world, how may I help you?"
I stopped my chariot while that floating island stopped just a couple of miles away. Yet the voice of Hector was strong and loud, enough to hear it as if he was standing near me.
Unlike most of those I met so far, this dude was an old Hector. Wrinkles appeared on his face, while his hair was grey and scanty.
"Who are you?" I didn't feel like speaking with him, "you don't like someone who will fight in the apocalypse."