When the miniaturized Elf City fell into the semi-plane controlled by Muria, its sealing rune shattered instantly, and the entire city rapidly expanded back to its original size and landed in the semi-plane that Muria hadn't yet completely controlled.
"What should I do with those Zor Elves?" Muria's mental power explored, looking at the panicked Dark Elves in the city, and he frowned uneasily at Golden Dragon Mother.
Two hundred thousand Zor Elves, they aren't simple black skin wild boars, the weakest of them are at the Bronze First Rank, and the strongest ones have the power of Soul Intent. These Fallen Elves, now shocked by the sudden transformation, all remain hidden in the city, afraid to move.
But after some time, when these Zor Elves adapt to the change and start causing a ruckus, what will he do? One hundred thousand wild boars rampaging around are troublesome enough, let alone two hundred thousand cunning Zor Elves who naturally specialize in schemes and tricks.