Mage Legend

A Dark Elf appeared in the Elven Holy Land Heather, which can definitely be considered the most sensational news of the millennium. Although the Elf Queen struggled to suppress her anger and constantly reminded herself that now was not the time to resolve racial grievances, her glaring eyes still emitted immense pressure, completely crushing the wooden podium.

In any other circumstances, Briza's black skin would have brought her certain doom, but only in such a public and formal occasion did she have a chance to survive.

"Drow! Do you think you can receive shelter from that venomous spider here?" The Elf Queen's fingers gripped the armrests of her chair tightly, and the sound of cracking wood could be heard: "How dare you come to this Holy Land and defile its purity!"

"No matter what, we were once a branch of elves that left from here." Briza seemed indifferent. She wore various protective magic items, allowing her to move freely under the sun. However, Lynch estimated the power of those magic items and thought they were not enough to support the assertive demeanor of a Dark Elf here. She must have had other support. Briza continued, "No matter what grudges existed in the past, we have thousands of years ahead to resolve them. The most crucial ones now are those foul snakes."

"You are more vicious than those snakes. Their despicableness is nothing compared to even a tenth of yours," said the Elf Queen. "Even if every elf disappears from the world, I will never have any dealings with Dark Elves! Leave the sunlit place immediately!"

"But do you elves have the courage to go underground and face those snake-men?" Briza pulled a small scroll from her chest and displayed it in front of everyone: "This is the underground passageway the snake-men have already connected. I think the dwarves and all the rulers of the north will be very interested in this."

"For the word 'dwarf' to come out of your mouth is the greatest insult to our Gunn God!" The Dwarf King Olin of Gunn stood up, waving his fist: "Why don't you underground snakes and scorpions bite yourselves to death!"

"Alright, alright, I'm not here asking you to do anything for the Drow Elves. I don't want your land, your money, or your slaves. I'm just here to fulfill my agreement with the Mage Association." Briza stood proudly in the midst of the outraged crowd, her prosthetic hand exuding a cold, dark chill. "Additionally, there is some very important information you are unaware of..."

"No! We don't want to hear your venomous words!" Wislin's hand moved towards the sword at his waist, but he suddenly remembered that he had temporarily handed over his weapon to the elves before entering this place. He stepped forward, and his armor clanged loudly: "I don't want to hear it!"

Shouts like "Don't want to hear it!" and "Get out of here!" surrounded Briza like a tornado. Even the Savior of the North stood up to join the ranks of those condemning her. Macken, the Knight, and the Elf Queen looked at the Dark Elf, pondering what to do.

"I want to listen." Suddenly, all noise was suppressed, and the scene quieted down immediately. Lynch used a spell to dispel all the noise, leaving only his voice clear. "I want to hear what you have to say."

Briza laughed heartily, looking at the elves in front of her, and said, "An elf actually wants to hear my words, haha, is there anything more delightful than this? If this meeting makes it into history, how will future generations perceive this scene?"

The elf Lynch transformed into suddenly spoke in fluent Drow Language: "Briza, don't waste my time. I have personally killed a matron in the past, and I can do it a second time. Do you really think anyone here will rescue you?" The mage cast a glance at Ambit beside Briza, without a hint of hesitation or wavering. He knew that the highest figures in the Mage Association were entities even more arrogant than Dark Elves, and the possibility of Ambit using all his power to protect a Drow was very low.

The Matriarch of the Drow looked at the elf Lynch had become, her red eyes flashing with a thorny glare. She scrutinized him for a while, then said, "Do I know you?"

"That is not important, First Matron of the Dark Elves," Lynch said. "Since you have not yet used words like 'crawler,' 'rotten mud,' and 'lowly surface rot worms' to describe everyone present, I will give you this opportunity to speak. Now, I want to know what kind of words you can spit out from your mouth!"