Chapter 64
As Tubartan fled toward the edge of the arena and grew distant, Dojae couldn’t hide his panic.
‘What kind of arrow….’
Though hidden by his robe, Dojae’s sword-gripping hand trembled.
The shock of parrying the arrow was so severe he nearly dropped his sword.
‘What kind of arrow is that? I’d believe it was a harpoon.’
Dojae looked at the arrows scattered around him.
They were made of iron, thicker than ordinary arrows by an incomparable margin.
It wouldn’t be strange if Dojae mistook them for harpoons.
‘Did I underestimate him because he’s young?’
Dojae had thought a little lightly of Tubartan because he looked so young.
But his youthful appearance was deceptive; he was likely much older.
Take Sari, for instance. She looked like a teenage high school girl on the outside, but hadn’t she lived for over 200 years and 45 years?
If Tubartan was 200 years old and had trained since age 100, that meant at least 100 years of training—a monstrously powerful being.
‘Should I summon the golem now?’
Dojae considered summoning the golem even now.
But he quickly dismissed the thought.
It was unknown how much the golems could withstand arrows that were surprisingly fast and powerful, even to himself.
‘Alright, let’s stick to the original plan.’
Dojae decided to fight with his sword, as he had originally planned.
There were several reasons for this. First, Dojae wanted to properly fight a Grey Elf.
He wasn’t just a warrior consumed by the will to kill; he genuinely wondered what the gray elf’s skill level was like as a warrior.
