No Chance at All

Whoosh, splash. It was the sound of water splashing.

Ferde's fleet quickly moved past the High Elves' ships. Water splashed, drenching the High Elves that were crying for help.

Then the fleet of three large magic ships sailed away. The human sailors on the deck burst into laughter at how pathetic the High Elves looked. The fleet soon sailed away, ignoring them.

The drenched High Elves on the rattan ships were all dazed.

"They just sailed away?"

"They ignored us?"

"They saw us about to die, and they left?"

"I don't think we're gonna die…" someone said weakly.

The Magician finally processed everything. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Damn, they must've discovered the island!"

"What do we do now?" a miner asked.

The Magician shook his head. "We can't do anything for now. We're not their match and can't stop them. Let's go back to the Isle of Dawn and have our navy teach them a lesson!"