11 Dracendale

Alsten led the team toward the Dracendale. When they were pretty close to the Dracendale, Alsten stopped and scratched his head embarrassedly, he said worriedly, "Your highness, do you really want to enter the Dracendale? You know that..."

Before he could even finish his sentence, the young chief gave him a stern fierce look, "Oh? Now you are being a coward?"

"No no no, Your highness. You misunderstood my intention. I am not afraid of entering the Dracendale." Alsten replied hurriedly, he didn't want to be in the bad sight of the young chief.

"Then what is it? Speak, don't beat around the bush." The young chief said arrogantly.

"Nothing much, your highness. I just wanted to say be careful of your highness, Dracendale is very dangerous. There are many legends about this valley." Although Alsten was displeased by the young chief's arrogant behavior, he still replied humbly with a soft smile on his face.

"Yeah yeah, I heard. I also want to see, is it really that terrifying? I am also going to let them taste the terror of me, the young chief of the Eladrin! In the future, they will shudder to hear my name. " The young chief said smugly, he doesn't believe in such legends about Dracendale. He thinks that those who faced the terror of the Dracendale were weak individuals and he was a mighty warrior, the young chief of the Eladrin, those serpents in the valley weren't worthy of his efforts.

Hearing the young chief's arrogant statement, Alsten was cursing in his heart, 'Fuck you... If you weren't the young chief, I would have already shown you, your true place. I didn't fucking beat around the bush, you are the one who stopped me before I could even speak clearly. You are being so arrogant, ha? Okay. I will let you be the arrogant one, I was trying to warn you about the actual terror of the Dracendale. Hehehehe, Now I have changed my mind and am going to let you feel the actual terror of the Dracendale. I will just leave when that thing...'

Even thinking of that thing sent a chill in his spine, all hairs of his body stood up straight, cold sweat was pouring on his forehead, he shivered involuntarily.

All of them came in front of the Dracendale's entrance. They took a defensive position hiding behind the trees, they needed to investigate first, there might be an ambush waiting to embrace them.

The young chief made a hand seal and uttered something in a low voice, instantly a milky white rabbit formed of pure magic, its glowing eyes were golden colored as same as the young chief. He sent the rabbit to investigate the entrance and the surroundings of the Dracendale.

A while later the rabbit came back, the young chief caught it and it scattered as mana and dissolved into his palm.

The young chief signaled others to charge forward, they entered Dracendale very cautiously taking cover behind the trees and bushes.

The Dracendale was a very terrifying valley because of its shape and the beings reside in the valley. It had two entrances alining with each other nearly 180 degrees, it was literally O shaped and was surrounded by mountains. In the center of the valley, there was an enormous lake, in numerous legends, people said that the water contained pure mana, the lake was upon a mana pit. But no one dared to take ownership of the lake, because it was taken by a terrifying serpent dragon. Many elves ventured inside of it but no one ever came back alive except the Windfrost ancestor and after coming back alive, he never spoke about what happened inside, he just said one sentence, "I shouldn't have ventured there, no one should venture there."

The young chief didn't believe in these tales and thought that weak people had exaggerated the stories, he thought if there were such mana pits, strong people would have already taken actions. So, he proceeded forward cautiously while grinning in his heart, thinking that soon he will expose the true face of the Dracendale to the people and will slap faces at those old geezers by doing something unbelievable what the previous generations couldn't have.

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While the young chief was proceeding forward along with his followers, a young ellon with five companions was awaiting for them like some hungry hyenas for its delicious prey to the left side of the valley. They were wearing the very same black armors like the dokkalfars, their hairs and eyes were pitch dark, but their facial appearance and skin color were as same as other elves and were as handsome and beautiful as other elves.

"Kekekeke... That trash, Eldjorne fell in the trap. I wonder how a trash like him became the young chief of the Eladrin!" The young ellon gave a sinister laugh and looked toward the direction of the young chief with disgust. This young ellon was not the most handsome and beautiful among the ambushing team, but his strong blood-lusting aurora defined him as the leader of the team.

"Young master Lykarth, should we attack now?" An impatient ellon said while cracking his fist. The nails of his fingers dug deep into his palm, blood was oozing out.

"Kekekeke... Not yet. Be patient Nejor, Let them fall into the trap completely. You will get your revenge soon. Kekeke... They will get the most terrifying death anyone ever imagined." Lykarth patted Nejor's shoulder while giving a sinister smile.