Chapitre 2218: Elf

"Please, Esteemed High Elf. This is the best graveyard under my control. It will definitely give us safe passage to the immortal legacy world."

The Earl stood in front of a luxurious ship that seemed to be 70% shimmering glass and 30% silver. It looked nothing like the graveyards primed for battle and looked more like a yacht made to travel the skies. Dyon didn't believe that this graveyard could take even a single hit from a void beast. So, to call it by such a name was nothing less than an insult to the countless warriors putting their lives on the line to repel the void surge.

However, considering who this Earl was as a person, how could he have the presence of mind to care for the thoughts of those conscripted to put their lives on the line?