As soon as I feel the sun I wake up, thanks to a little practice we can ask for help to the trunks of these mushrooms to cover us and provide camouflage while we sleep, the dark elves are not entirely magic users, but we have a closer communication with all magical creatures.

While I check the surroundings for a dead or an enemy, my eyes notice a small figure, it was very well hidden in the night, so much so that I reproached myself for not having seen it, I looked for my cajac to try to give it an arrow between the eyes before it advances any further, the creatures that attacked us are like that, very trusting, we have made them pay dearly for their mistake, just at that moment a shine is reflected in its armor, it is not like any other, I am sure I recognize it, it belongs to the one who saved my life.

A few nights ago my team was eliminating humans, they are not very smart, in a dark place only idiots wear black, the black stands out in the black, we were the first hunters of the dark elves, the armor was made of leather to not be heard and to keep us fast, our arrows had claimed more than thirty enemies when chaos broke out, several bodies began to rise, It didn't matter where they were, how many pieces were left, if their entrails were still hanging, at that moment we weren't afraid, not yet, but I saw mine fall, by the hands of the bodies of enemies and allies, the shadows made them terrifying, some humans joined and fought against them, I was ready to leave them when I saw myself surrounded by the enemies of my enemies.

Several corpses were close by, in these places it's stupid to use a bow, I took out a cutlass, it's not as good as the one the humans bring, but it's sharp, with one slash I cut the throat of the closest one, I only feel a wet impact, the head falls backwards, but the enemy is still behind me, the others are close by, I can hear their gurgling, They are not speaking, nothing I recognize, slowly but surely they surround me, my unit has turned them into pincushions, they all managed to climb the trees, at least I hope so, I yell at them to stay there, there is no point in losing several elves to save one, although that one was me, then I heard it.

Today he looks small in the light of day, but at night, between the screams of fear and the confusing orders, his voice echoed through the forest: "Get away from where you are! Wizards, what the hell are you doing? creating these aberrations! "I immediately saw explosions left and right, some were from the human mages, more flames than heat, but here and there, as if something was zigzagging forward, a bolt of lightning, an intense red glow, crackling sounds produced by someone with incredible strength made me think of some level ten mage, some ancient elf who suddenly took an interest in the maces, but what I saw was something else: A dwarf, his eyes were fierce, his movements were determined, he was running, towards the castle, but in his step he was eliminating, everything that came out of the earth was returning to it by means of his blows, his one-handed hammer was too small to make the noises he made, but when he swung it, it seemed like a huge gong rumbled, the creatures were thrown away while they were on fire, I could finally see the dwarf, he was one of our dark lord's allies, his black armor was dented and some scales were floating around him, his arms were shaking from the effort, his face was sweating profusely, but his expression was not one of fear, he was the only one without fear, he was angry.

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The rest of the night I coordinated the retreat to the villages closer to the castle, when the resistance field was activated by Lilith (another of her allies) several of those creatures were expelled that allowed us to load all the wounded, that dwarf, no one knew his name, was a deathbringer that brings death, so I was told by those who hurriedly carried the people, but I saw something different, I saw a protector, all the retreat he defended us, the miles that were left when we finally crossed the gates of the castle, He didn't say anything, he didn't ask for a single reward, neither food nor water, he just withdrew, everyone was happy, we survived a huge catastrophe, even some thought it was a magic of the Dark Lord's allies, I didn't believe it, Inside the walls I saw my people and some animal allies, everyone had fear painted on their faces, no one could believe that we made it, when our leader told us that this was not the work of the Darklord, I went into despair from fear, would we fall before the elves again? Would we be slaves again? The unanswered questions swirled around me.

The following months I hardly saw him, he was always silent, when he was accompanied by Lilith or that beautiful phoenix who serves the succubus queen, I did not have the courage to accompany him, then I was sent to the night guards and I was denied the opportunity to thank him, today, when I arrived at the shelter, it took me a long time to recognize him, but I must tell him what I feel, he is someone so strong, so important, he saved my life and that of my companions, he cannot leave like that! Like an outcast, at that moment I see a small speck of black light that comes to me, it is a tiny phoenix, I put my hand so that it can sit there, but it transforms into a feather, it is a message, "go with him," the female voice booms, "in your post we left food and drink for a long time, be his shadow, Help him and you will help your people" I couldn't believe it, in fact, after searching a bit in the shelter I found some saddlebags with dry food and two rune lamps, I don't know where he is going, I don't care, I owe him my life, as a team of the Hunter Clan I will honor his help and follow him, to the end of the world if necessary!