Bab 404: The Color Of Your Blood Is The Same As Mine

"Arslan, what do we do now?" a pretty girl asked the teenage boy who was seated on top of a boulder.

Arslan sighed as he looked at the map in front of him. Surrounding him were over two hundred young men and women who were waiting for him to make a decision. 

They were considered to be the elite among the young generation of the Zelan Dynasty. However, against the might of the Elves, there was nothing they could do. 

"The capital and the four surrounding cities around it have already fallen to the Elves," Arslan said in a serious tone. "According to our friends that are staying in the North, the Elves seemed to be building a teleportation gate."

The faces of everyone surrounding him immediately turned grim. They were geniuses in their own right, so they fully understood what building a teleportation gate meant. 

"They plan to bring in more reinforcements?!" the pretty girl gasped. "W-What do we do now?"