"It has already lasted more than two months," Edgar answered.
The complicated expression that had appeared because of Sophie had completely vanished.
"With who?" Sophie asked.
"Goblins." Edgar spoke the word, then immediately turned around. "We'll talk while moving."
The group quickly left the ancient tree.
They had only just exited the central district when a young elf covered in blood came rushing toward them at high speed.
A crude iron spear was lodged in his left shoulder.
There was also an obvious wound across his abdomen.
"Elders!" He did not even stop to treat his injuries. "The southwestern defensive line is under attack again!"
"How many?"
"At least three thousand!"
"And this time there are large numbers of armored goblins. The Third Outer Watchtower has already fallen!"
Aelira immediately asked.
"What about the children?"
The moment that question was asked, the young elf's expression turned ugly.
"We still haven't found them."
