Blood poured from the great elder’s mouth and dyed his white beard red. His eyes shook unsettlingly until they lost their glint.

“Kuh…uh…” These were the last words the great elder muttered before he left the world.

The elder’s body became limp. His body couldn’t collapse onto the ground with the sword penetrating his heart, making the scene appear even more appalling.

“Y-You bastard!” one of the elders shrieked. Stunned by the unrealistic scene before them, the others also began to move. Simultaneously, they cast magic attacks towards the robed figure.

As expected of elves titled as the elders among the Iron Tribe, the magic they shot complemented each other perfectly and increased their overall effect. However, the robed figure’s response to these attacks was simple: he threw the great elder’s corpse at the magic attacks.

Craaash!

The magic attacks exploded when they collided against the greatest elder’s corpse; the corpse burst and scattered its remains all over the place. Even a person with great resistance to gore and violence would have grimaced, and the sight was gruesome enough to turn most people’s faces pale.

However, the robed figure didn’t...