Woosh! 

The gargoyles began to fly towards the ground while flapping their flaming wings.

Kieeeehhk!

It was terrible and bizarre to see dozens of fireballs flying toward them in a fit of anger. But the Red Moon Valley elves calmly maintained formation, preparing for the gargoyles’ attack.

Shuah!

The elven warriors got into groups of three or four, and as the gargoyles rushed towards them with their long claws extended, the elven warriors swung the wooden sticks that were hanging from their backs. The sticks were made from connecting knives of water buffalo horns with the wood found from the hardest trees from the Great Forest. They had been prepared beforehand.

Thud!

Since the gargoyles’ entire bodies were made of stone, only a dull sound resonated as the sticks made contact. The attacks seemed ineffective. Nevertheless, the elven warriors continued to take turns pouring out attacks without rest.

Kieehk! Kiek!

A gargoyle let out a beastly cry before grabbing an elf and flying up into the air.

“Ugh!”

The captured warrior floundered, flustered by the tremendous grip and heat. His colleagues jumped in at once and focused their attacks on the wings of the gargoyle.

Thud! Thud! Boom!

Along with an explosive sound, the gargoyle’s wings shattered into pieces.

Kieeeek!

The gargoyle crashed into the floor after losing its wings, and the elven warriors all flocked towards the fallen...