Chapter 88: He's Just a Kid

Just then, another elf suddenly cried out in surprise, "Wait, the equipment on those elves... is it all Micro-Light Level Magic Equipment?"

Evans was shaken and quickly focused his gaze on them.

Sure enough, the weapons in their hands and the leather armor they wore were all inscribed with intricate runes.

Judging from the energy fluctuations that erupted during their clashes, it was undoubtedly Micro-Light Level Magic Equipment.

But the sheer quantity...

Evans drew in a sharp breath.

There were at least fifty or sixty elves on the training ground. If all of them were equipped as he suspected, that meant there were at least a hundred pieces of Micro-Light Level Magic Equipment!

Micro-Light Level Magic Equipment wasn't a dime a dozen; every single piece was worth a fortune.

The number of Micro-Light Level Magic Equipment their entire clan possessed could be counted on one hand.

And yet, the Silver Moon Race had equipped even their ordinary members with it!