475 Divine Retribution (1/2)
”Hey, what's going on down there?” Asked an elf, shortly after pulling over a female elf from the group of elves arriving.
”Rats! There are a lot of frenzied Wingrats down there! Like… a lot!” The female elf responded, but none of her previous fears could be seen on her face—only a rare hint of excitement that cannot be explained.
The elf was taken aback before he said doubtfully, ”That sounds pretty damn serious. Why aren't you afraid?”
”Afraid? Of course, I am afraid! But more than that, I am excited!” The female elf said.
”Huh?”
The elf furrowed his brows.
Was this person damaged in the head? How could she be afraid and excited at the same time? Was the situation down below very severe?
”Are you in heat or something?” The elf thought the female elf was not bad looking and said, ”If you want, we can go back to—” The elf suddenly paused, recalling that his home had been destroyed.
At the same time, someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind before he heard the female calling out, ”Hubby!”
The elf turned around, only to see a more burly and head-taller elf standing before him intimidatingly.
”I heard you have something to say to my wife?” The burly tall elf said.
The elf immediately flinched.
”Err, no…” The male elf shriveled his neck cowardly.
His eyes darted around at the group of elves arriving from below before he asked, ”I am just confused why everyone seems so excited. Should you all be sad and afraid?”
”We should, but we try not to think about it for the time being—especially since we have found the Savior. We like to hope that everything will turn for the better from here.”
”The Savior?”
The elf was even more confused.
Meanwhile, a crowd of elves gathered below the Elder Tree's roots where King Erendriel has been bounded some distance away.
”Everyone, everything that has happened to us is because of our king! He caused all this!” An elf angrily accused while pointing his finger up at the Elf King.
”That's right! If King Erendriel didn't start a fight with the Supreme Elder and involved the Guardian Spirit, none of this would have happened!” Another one spoke.
”My home, my family, I lost everything! The king is to blame!”
”My home is gone, and my wife and son are still missing! Who knows if they are even still alive?!”
”Everyone has lost something here! The king should be held accountable for his crimes! Death to the king!” An extremist said.
Once the words were spoken, it struck a chord with the angry crowd and caused them to furiously chant, ”Death to the king!”
”Death to the king!”
”Death to the king!”
With his body bound by the Elder Tree's roots, King Erendriel had no other choice but to take the hits directly.
However, the only thing these stones and pebble hurt was his pride rather than his face. It was more humiliating than it was painful.
Even so, King Erendriel did nothing except smiled coldly.
Do them right, and they will only be grateful for a moment. However, do them wrong, and they will hate you for a lifetime.