Blood Elf Monarch

Not only were the three meter tall nightwolf able to strike with such ferocity, every time they let out a howl, the hundreds of wolves around them would become furious.

With eyes full of murderous frenzy, one nighwolf mowed the elves' defensive lines, while the other four quickly charged toward the closest elves he could find.

One nightwolf ran toward Vizier, and the king of dark elves grabbed the creature by its arms. Unexpectedly, the nightwolf was able to match the dark elf king's strength for a second. They spent a moment locked in an attempt to overpower each other, before VIzier kicked the monster hard in the chest. A loud crunch echoed throughout the place, and blood burst from the wound on its chest.

With the high regeneration, the monster returned for another round, and Vizier cast a spell on his two arms. A shiny layer with the color of molten, burning metal covered his hands up to his forearms, before he punched the wolf, cracking its skull open never to rise again..

On another side, Tristan saw the young Mirkwood elf magus being tackled down by one of the nighwolf. Their king, Haladar, used his magic to restrain the wolf and save him.

Another nightwolf lumbered towards the strongest elf, Castian's direction, only to be stopped by the skinny high elf elder. Light started to gather on his hand, and in less than a second, the monster suddenly lost its head as a high tier light sword stabbed it.

The last wolf headed towards Queen Leena, who was busy fighting by herself.

When he saw that, Tristan felt responsible for being her son-in-law and decided to go help the queen, accompanied by Illiana.

His blade met the monster's claw, and with his other sword, he swung downward, cutting the monster's arm and throwing it on the ground. Not even a second passed, and the arm gradually reformed.

Bit by bit, gooey flesh came out from its shoulder stump, forming a new claw.

"That is disgusting! Are you a wolf, or a lizard?!" Tristan shouted.

Tristan placed all his strength onto his legs, jumped up, and swung one of his swords towards the creature's other claw. The nightwolf responded by opening its massive maw and stopped the sword with its bite. Seeing a chance, Tristan used his other sword to sever its head, and finally, the creature slumped to the ground, its blood oozing and staining the grass.

The nightwolf along with a few dozen dark wolves around them have been killed. Tristan decided to take a look at the high elves' saint defensive line.

When the one nightwolf broke the lines, it open a gap that lead to the dark wolves trampling over them. One by one, the lines of warriors were pounded by the dark wolves.

Moments after, three magus level high elves who were at the back of the lines decided to use a combined tier 6 spells. Pale green-blue light surrounded them,and all of a sudden, a powerful wind swept through all of the wolves, pushing them back before three powerful tornadoes started to form and spin through all of them.

It was nothing short of complete destruction, killing hundreds of the wolves with gusts of wind powerful enough to slash through bone and flesh.

Half an hour passed, and finally, the group was able to clear up the horde of wolves.

Everywhere they could see, wolf corpses littered the grassy ground and stained the dried trees with splotches of red. The wolves were either cut into pieces or crushed, and some were even stepped on in the heat of the battle.

The elven saint warriors walked around the place, making sure none of the wolves were still alive.

"How many casualties?"

The high elf king, Castian, asked one of the saint warriors.

"3 dead, 5 wounded"

Tristan glanced at the young magus from Mirkwood who got a massive scar on his shoulder. He was laid on the ground while the other magus tried to heal him, yet his face was still in pain.

"The healing spell doesn't work," Haladar said.

That was enough to get the attention of almost everyone, as they glanced at King Haladar in surprise. Magus elves all have an immortal body, and they could heal from any wounds no matter how severe, even restore limbs that are cut off during battle.

Castian, however, stayed calm. He glanced at one of his elders and gave the signal to try curing him.  This once again initiate how much the wood elves' healing magic was inferior compared to theirs.

Afterwards, Castian and the other magus elves went to check on the dead mythical creature.

Amidst the corpses, they saw one nightwolf whose head were crushed, and it had just begun to die, as its eyes showed signs of struggle still.

They stared at this particular mythical creature in shock,as the closer it got to death, the more its body transformed slowly. As it finally died, they were all shocked.

The previously big, furry monster had turned into a brown-skinned human corpse.

"A human?" One of the elves asked. "What does this mean? Who are they?"

What just unfolded before everyone's eyes brought them many questions. A human with the ability to transform into wolves, in a mist that has covered this place for a thousand years…

While they were still thinking, confused at the sight that had been burned into their mind, Tristan suddenly sensed two powerful figures flying towards them. Something about them was familiar, but Tristan decided to hold his blade in caution.

As soon as they arrived, Tristan could only stare at them in surprise.

The one who came was a man he hated the most, a man clad head to toe in golden armor.

It was Callan, the previous king of Arcadia, and he came with a peak magus level human who Tristan recognized as the strongest Kingsblade warrior, Hanz.

Castian merely gave the former king a glance, not even surprised in the slightest. However, that immediately changed the moment Callan spoke.

"This human, he was a member of my father's expedition. He was one of the Arcadian royal guards who entered the mist 50 years ago."