Chapter 1393 - 910: Abyss Camp_3

Chapter 1393: Chapter 910: Abyss Camp_3

"That’s considered a convenient internal convention."

The Elf Captain raised the rough wooden cup filled with amber-colored wine, nodded knowingly, and showed a relieved expression.

"I see, I understand."

He took a big gulp of the wine, smacked his lips, and indeed didn’t delve further into the issue.

The Star Realm is vast and full of wonders, with various strange races and phenomena emerging endlessly. In comparison, the Night Watchers’ internal naming conventions are indeed not that remarkable.

The two sat down in the tent, drinking the Night Watchers’ self-brewed wine with its unique herbal spice, while discussing recent battles and material needs.

After three rounds of drinks, the Elf Captain put down the cup, his expression relaxed, but then turned solemn. He leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice.

"Let’s talk business. The demon flight squad we encountered on the road was well-equipped and acted mysteriously, not like an ordinary patrol squad.

"I observed their movement patterns closely, suspecting that they are an elite scout unit sent to investigate the defense of your new fortress.

"According to demon customs, it won’t be long before a large-scale attack follows suit. You must be fully prepared in advance and remain vigilant."

The Night Watcher leader, upon hearing this, showed a wry yet accustomed smile, clinked his cup vigorously with the Elf Captain, producing a crisp sound, and took a big drink.

"Don’t worry, the Combat Masters should have already received the signal beams from the sky.

"These damned demons are eternally annoying, like bone-attached maggots, never fully exterminated, wave after wave, never-ending!"

"Haha, who wouldn’t agree?"

The Elf Captain also replied with a bitter laugh, his eyes revealing profound fatigue.

"I’ve been in this damned abyss for nearly three hundred years, and the number of demons seems to never truly decrease.

"The corpses pile into mountains, the blood flows into rivers, yet they remain endlessly..."

He paused for a moment, his tone shifting to one of slight solace.

"But to be honest, your Blood Pit Fortress’ emergence indeed greatly boosted our morale.

"Watching it rise day by day, becoming solid and strong finally brings some invigorating new atmosphere to this lifeless place filled only with destruction and despair, showing us the hope to persevere."

"Hahaha, we must thank our wise leader for this..."

The Night Watcher leader beamed with pride, but the Elf Captain quickly raised his hand to interrupt.

"Yes, yes, I know! My dear friend!"

The Elf Captain immediately cut him off, his tone laced with exaggerated reluctance and a bit of mockery, rubbing his forehead.

"Your great, omnipotent Lord Kana, right? His renowned name has practically calloused my ears."

After a period of close contact and fighting side by side, he deeply realized this venerable Kana’s near-sacred status among all the Night Watchers.

Initially, he and his companions thought the Night Watchers were fanatic clan members or believers of this Kana.

However, after a deeper understanding, the profound mode of relationship between both parties made some warriors with genuine beliefs bewildered and slightly jealous.

Because their relationship with this venerable Kana was not the cold bond between belief and deity, but more like comrades who live and die together, colleagues who support each other, or even familial deep camaraderie.

Combined with the battlefield testimonies or tales witnessed personally, regarding the deeds and power displays of this venerable Kana, even a seasoned Elf Warrior like him couldn’t help but feel genuine admiration deep within.

But admiration is admiration, regarding how great, wise, and powerful Kana is, he had indeed heard far too much from various Night Watchers, nearly becoming a "Night Watcher signature opening remark."