Even if all the palaces in the world were put together, Alkevis would still be the most unique one.
In the golden hall, the sun shone through the gaps between the branches and leaves. Green vines wrapped around the armrest of the throne. The tall figure in the middle opened his mouth. His deep voice was clearly saying cold words, but it sounded unusually pleasant. "President D 'Addarion, you have the guts to come to my kingdom alone at this time. Should I say that you are stupid or brave? I heard that the Magician's Association suffered heavy losses in the battle of Setta City, and there is no successor. If I kill you now, I don't know if the human race can bear such a loss again."
"Your Majesty, you have reminded me. I am beginning to think that maybe this is the reason why Da Vinci chose me instead of Olavia as the president." D 'Adarion stood in the middle of the hall without fear, accepting the gazes from all directions. There was no lack of hostility in those eyes.
"You have excellent eloquence, President D 'Adarion, but it can't hide the fact that your race is facing a crisis. President Da Vinci is no longer here, and the Magician's Association is at its weakest. The Lionheart Empire has declared war on the Sacred Alliance. In view of the alliance agreement signed by Lionheart VII and the Free City-State not long ago, we have reason to believe that in the near future, the Free City-State will also be dragged into the quagmire of war. And this is not the worst. You have betrayed the immortal beings that you once believed in, and now they have abandoned you. Now, the cracks of the abyss in your territory must be causing you a lot of trouble."
The voice on the throne paused. "I know why you are here, President D 'Adarion, but … as you humans have an old saying, a race that ignores history has no future. Open your eyes, President D' Adarion, and look around you. This is a good thing that your ancestors did to us. Even the Alkevis Palace has traces of your halberd."
"Oh, Your Majesty, if you're talking about the first magic war when we broke into Silvermoon City and burned half of the city, I can only say that it was a very beautiful battle. Even after so many years, there are still many bards who use it as a blueprint to create beautiful poems."
Before D 'Adarion's voice trailed off, the elven guards in the palace had already pulled out their swords from their waists. Everyone looked like they wanted to cut someone in half. Promia smiled bitterly. After so many years, this bastard's ability to provoke others had not decreased at all. He didn't seem to care who was standing in front of him. In a sense, this also seemed to be a unique charm.
"President D 'Adarion, I regret that you seem to lack the proper etiquette and etiquette." The voice on the throne also had a rare hint of anger. "If you always have this attitude, I'm afraid you won't be able to walk out of here today."
D 'Adarion's face showed a sneer, "Oh, you want to talk about history? Sure. Don't forget why the Battle of Silvermoon City started. You proud and arrogant bastards, wearing the coat of civilization, savagely slaughtered 200,000 unarmed human civilians in Shea. Unfortunately, we are no longer pigs, sheep, and chess pieces for you to trample at will. Perhaps you should be glad that the person who led the team at that time was not me. Otherwise, you would have lost more than just half of the palace."
The figure on the throne fell into silence. After a while, he said, "It seems that we have nothing to talk about."
"Really? But I don't think so." The president of the Magic Association curled his lips.
"You came to ask me not to send troops to the human world at this time. I understand that you are fighting for your race, and I also have to consider for my race. If starting a war is in the interest of all elves, I don't mind starting a war with you and taking back what once belonged to us. So, unfortunately, I can't give you any promise, but I can guarantee your safety in Silvermoon City. Considering your friendship with my daughter, I will give you the treatment of an envoy, even if you are uninvited."
D 'Adarion shook his head. "You seem to have misunderstood something. I'm not here to ask you to sign any truce agreement." The president of the Magic Association did not beat around the bush anymore. He went straight to the point. "I'm here to invite you to send troops to face the coming war with us."
The palace was in an uproar. No one expected someone to have such a big appetite. At this moment, almost all the elves thought D 'Adarion was crazy. In most people's opinion, it was already a great gift for the elves to remain neutral at this time. And now, this man in front of them was shamelessly asking the elves to send troops to solve the dilemma that the humans were facing. Why would the elves have to clean up the mess that the humans had made?
The figure on the throne also seemed to raise the corner of his mouth. "It seems that the humans are really desperate. They actually put their hope in our friendship. But don't you think it's a little too late?"
"Don't worry. Friendship did not exist in the past, nor does it exist now. It will not exist in the foreseeable future. The reason why I stand here is that we both have a common goal."
"Oh, what goal?"
"Survival," D 'Adarion spat out the word softly.
"But it seems that only you are facing the crisis of survival now."
"Hehe, you don't think that the elves can stay in this world intact after the extinction of the humans, do you?" "Unfortunately, you can't provide them with the faith they need. To them, you are no more valuable than a speck of dust on the ground. If the Dawn Continent is a huge ranch, do you think they will allow a group of dogs to occupy the most fertile grassland?" D 'Adrion's tone suddenly changed, and he said coldly, "Unfortunately, you can't provide them with the faith they need.
D 'Adarion's metaphor caused another round of dissatisfaction and protests. The atmosphere in the palace became tense again. However, someone did not pay attention to the reactions of others. He just looked at the figure on the throne. "Let's remove our disguises, Your Majesty. Don't tell me that you are not worried about this matter. Otherwise, you would not have joined forces with the church to find the legendary World Tree."
"I don't know what you are talking about." The voice of the Elf King was cold.
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