"The Elf King is not a long-lived species."
"What did you say?!"
Victoria's face changed drastically. She stared at the elf princess with wide eyes in disbelief.
"This is impossible!"
"The Elf King is a race with the longest lifespan. He can even live as long as the heaven and earth. How could he not be a long-lived species?"
"hehe"
The Elf Princess did not respond to Victoria's words, but smiled faintly:
"Trading a long life for absolute power, isn't this a very good deal?"
"If the Elf King was short-lived, the Elf race wouldn't have been able to exist for so long."
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Victoria retorted.
As elves, their lifespans are naturally long, and ordinary elves can live for at least a few thousand years.
As the king of a clan, the Elf King has an unimaginable lifespan.
If, as the Elf Princess said, the Elf King is not a long-lived species, then how do we explain all this?
"What do you say?"
The Elf Princess smiled slightly, looked up at the moon outside the window, and spoke in a firm tone.
"The succession of Elf Kings has always been accompanied by blood and slaughter."
"In the fight for the throne, countless elves died."
"And the root of all this lies in the so-called Elf King."
"I will end the so-called Elf King election from me."
"but me!"
"He is the true king of the elves!"
The Elf Princess' voice was firm and powerful, and every word was like a hammer hitting Victoria's heart.
She stood up suddenly and walked towards Victoria.
"I'm tired, please go."
After saying that, she turned and walked into the inner room, leaving Victoria alone outside.
Victoria froze in place, the Elf Princess' words echoing in her mind.
She couldn't believe that all this was true.
"how come?"
"Impossible, but given the Elf Princess's personality, why would she come and say something like this to me?"
Victoria bit her lower lip, her heart filled with confusion and anxiety.
That look can't deceive anyone.
What the Elf Princess said was true.
But if all this is true, then how did the Elf King survive until now?
"If this is true, then how did the Elf King survive until now?"
"The king's choice has never been successful."
Victoria's eyes widened, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind, but none of them could explain this problem.
"This is impossible."
"Because, isn't the Elf King dead?"
"No, that's not right."
After all, whether the Elf King was really dead or not, she only heard about it from others and had never actually seen it.
Could it be that the Elf King has been alive for tens of millions of years?
Victoria couldn't imagine that if all this was true, the history of the elves would be completely overturned.
She took a deep breath, turned and left the room.
The night breeze blows, bringing a hint of coolness.
Victoria stood in the courtyard, looking up at the starry sky.
Her heart was filled with confusion and anxiety. She didn't know who to trust or what to do.
"What should I do?"
"What exactly is going on here?"
She clenched her fists, feeling powerless.
Suddenly I thought of Yan'er. What would he do if he were here?
"Swallow everything?"
“As long as the problem is solved, there will be no problem”
Victoria chuckled.
She really has the demeanor of her child.
Everything will be alright.
Therefore, she had to work harder and not hold Yan'er back. And for her now, only by becoming a king, the Elf King, could she help Yan'er.
Rumble!
A huge explosion suddenly sounded, breaking the silence of the night.
Victoria looked up sharply in the direction where the sound came from.
I saw a purple mist spreading rapidly in the distant sky, covering the starry sky completely.
Boom boom boom!
Along with the explosion, a long bell sound echoed over the palace.
That was the sound of a bell that would only ring when a race was exterminated, heavy and tragic.
"Enemy attack!"
"It's those damn demon kings!"
The elves rushed out of the room and looked at the purple mist in the distance in horror.
Their faces were filled with fear and despair, but also with some anticipation.
"Could it be that what happened a thousand years ago is about to happen again?"
An elderly elf muttered to himself, his voice full of helplessness and sadness.
"Please bless me, Elf King."
The other elves also knelt on the ground and clasped their hands together.
Pray for blessings from the long-destroyed World Tree and the dead Elf King.
Victoria walked out of the room and took a look at the weak elf behind her who only knew how to pray and beg. She felt mixed emotions.
She looked at the elves kneeling on the ground. They used to be so proud and confident.
But now, they can only beg here for an existence that can no longer protect them.
"What on earth are you doing?!"
An elven knight rushed over on his warhorse and shouted at the kneeling elves.
"Why don't you get up and fight! Are you going to watch our homeland being destroyed?"
The knight's voice was filled with anger and unwillingness. With blood boiling in his heart, he waved the sword in his hand, trying to awaken the elves' fighting spirit.
However, it was useless.
His words fell on deaf ears, with no response at all.
The elves still knelt on the ground, praying for illusory salvation, motionless.
Just like in ancient times.
Most elves never change.
Only a small number of elves have changed.
And these elves carry all the blood and sin on their bodies.
That is the current blood elves!
"Damn it!"
The knight cursed angrily and turned to look at Victoria.
"Your Highness Victoria, let's go."
“There’s no hope here.”
There was desperation in the knight's voice.
He looked at the elves deeply, then turned his horse around and rushed out of the palace.
Victoria looked at the elves kneeling on the ground and felt sad.
She had once been one of them, peace-loving and unwilling to fight.
This is the origin of the stereotypes that outsiders have about elves.
However, when she saw Yan'er's power and the future of the elves, she understood.
Weakness does not bring peace.
Only by becoming strong can we achieve peace.
"Her Royal Highness Victoria."
Just then, the blood elf team slowly walked over, their voices firm and powerful.
"Lord Xilaiya has already gone there."
Victoria turned her head and looked at them. After a moment of silence, she said:
"let's go."
Her voice was firm and powerful, as if it contained infinite power.
The blood elves responded one after another, followed her, and rushed out of the palace.
Their figures quickly shuttled through the night like red lightning.
And in the distance from them, the purple mist was spreading, as if it was going to swallow up the entire world.
. . . (End of this chapter)