Bone City. Arthas looked north, and a trace of confidence flickered in his gaze.
"Master, that slime molds layer has been wiped out!"
The subordinate behind him, cloaked from head to toe, broke the silence to deliver good news.
"How did it go?"
Arthas did not turn around. His voice, though calm, betrayed his keen interest in the outcome of the battle.
"Master, that friend of yours—his troops are surprisingly capable."
"The fight took two hours from start to finish."
Arthas cut his subordinate off and continued coolly, "Get to the point."
It took a moment before the hooded figure responded, face devoid of emotion. "They're a force skilled in combat. They have many different types of units, which makes them hard to counter."
"Though the variety of their powers can be dizzying, it's not easy for enemies to find a specific weakness."
"In that troop, I sensed a wind-element being."
"An elemental being with an affinity for wind can naturally restrain slime molds mutants."
