The Grand Magician was momentarily startled, then hurriedly shook his head: "General, you jest. I'm just an old man focused on researching magic and teaching some students. Leading troops into battle is really too much for me to take on."
The Grand Magician quickly declined, jokingly. He couldn't show even a trace of interest, and indeed, he had none. His entire life had been dedicated to the study of magic.
Had it not been for the kingdom's need for commanding figures, he would not have even joined the governing council.
As they were discussing, a voice came: "What legion could it be that our Grand Magician cannot lead?"
A one-eyed high elf with an eye patch and another high elf whose presence seemed to whirl around him like a tornado, both strode towards them quickly.
The speaker was the one-eyed high elf, clad in opulent leather armor. Far from detracting from his handsomeness, the eye patch added a certain sinister charm.
