Free Web NovelChapter 922: Chapter 469: Bark Again and I’ll Blow You All to Kingdom Come
The Grand Speaker remained silent.
But even if he didn’t admit it outright, silence was an answer in itself.
He sighed and said:
"Those are all stories of the Demon Race; who knows what really happened back then?
For us elves of the later age, demons are demons, elves are elves. By the time they were trying to escape the Underground City, they had essentially already wiped out the entire Demon Race.
Now there are no demons left in this world, only elves and trolls."
Louis said coolly:
"You want to cut yourselves off from it? Fine. Pull your main forces out, make up for the mistakes your ancestors made. Or... I can personally send you out."
When he spoke, there wasn’t a trace of overbearing force in his tone, yet it filled the Elf Grand Speaker with terror.
Given the current situation in the Supreme Forest, if they pulled out their main strength and then suffered heavy casualties, after the war they might very well drop out of the T0 nations.
"What, you’re unwilling?"
The Grand Speaker stayed silent, thinking about what way he could possibly satisfy His Excellency.
But what Louis said next once again plunged him into deep anxiety.
Louis said in a low voice:
"You didn’t just escape from the Underground City, did you? Do I really have to spell it out this clearly?
You were born naturally skilled in Magic—was that really something you only gained after inheriting fairy blood?
Let me guess: you relied on the fairy blood in your veins to obtain the qualification to enter the Golden Land.
By then, the God of Growth and Forest had already fallen. The fairies must have been in chaos internally, and as external reinforcements with a bloodline similar to theirs, they accepted you.
According to the records from the Dragon Empire, the collapse of the World Tree happened at the same time the God of Growth and Forest vanished.
So the God of Growth and Forest was in fact the World Tree. That also explains why the World Tree’s children—the fairies of old—would choose to enter the god’s kingdom.
To them, that was merely returning to their mother’s embrace.
But for some reason, the World Tree died, and the fairies chose to seal off the Golden Land, trapping within it the [Factor] that caused the World Tree’s death.
They never imagined that, a thousand years later, a group of counterfeit, shoddy elves would step into their domain.
...You lured that [Factor] into going berserk and used that method to evaporate the fairies’ sanity.
Your main force wasn’t large back then, was it? Only a small core of elite fighters managed to be successfully transformed into elves.
So the mass establishment of Fairy Ranches must have come even later on the timeline.
Let me guess.
You took advantage of that [Factor]’s rampage, of the fairies’ rear forces being hollowed out, and indirectly cooperated with that [Factor] to slaughter the vast majority of the fairies, didn’t you?
How many did you kill yourselves?
Thirty percent?
Forty percent?
Fifty percent?
Or nearly ninety percent?
The fairies were never many to begin with; their fertility rate isn’t much better than that of the dragon race.
Even the Deviant of Lust couldn’t possibly burn massive amounts of Divine Power for no reason, just to help you rapidly spawn Fairy Ranches.
So the only possibility is that you obtained an enormous stock of [base units] from the Golden Land, and on that basis you began to establish Fairy Ranches on a grand scale.
I checked the records on the God of Love Church’s side. During the period when you elves emerged, the Deviant of Lust’s Divine Power saw a very obvious surge.
The reason was that you helped It expand Its divine portfolio, wasn’t it?
After that, having seized the overwhelming majority of fairy power, you in essence became the majority within the fairy race.
True Names of races possess special power in the field of occult studies. In order to further deceive the world and avoid the danger of punishment, you began a large-scale plundering of True Names that originally belonged to the fairies.
You even took advantage of the chaos to steal the World Tree’s divine corpse, the origin of the fairies.
The corpse of the World Tree nurtured an entire system of elven powers, including the Wise Trees and the racial Mother Trees, and even directly catalyzed the birth of your own racial god.
Thus, from top to bottom, you seized the fairies’ racial name, the fairies’ bloodline, the fairies’ bloodline Magic and the Elf Corridors.
From then on, the fairies’ innate Elf Corridor power was transferred to your race, and you leaped in an instant to become a top-tier race.
But perhaps that still wasn’t enough.
You were afraid.
Afraid that what you did back then would be exposed.
Because Fairy Ranches were blooming all over the Underground City, yet there always had to be demons to bear the suffering.
So you decided to go the whole way and sacrifice all the ’commoners’ of your race, keeping only the elites.
There were never that many trolls volunteering for sacrifice.
They were just a group of powerless, ordinary demons you abandoned.
Anyway, once demons are polluted and driven mad, you throw them onto the surface continent.
All it takes is for them to breed on their own for a few generations, and once the old generation of demons dies out completely, even if the new generation later regains their sanity, who will still know what you did back then?
The fact is, you succeeded. Among the trolls, no one has known of this past for a long time.
Some of them even treat you as comrades.
I took part in that war on the Giant Plain. I’m not afraid to tell you: I am Mayer.
When the Wise Tree appeared in the Grand Chief’s tent back then, it said that the trolls had ’forgotten their mission to guard the spatial passage.’
I wondered at the time: this is such an important matter—every nation, without exception, would want all their high-level officials to know—how is it that only among the trolls this knowledge was cut off?
And furthermore, if the elven pantheon truly did go mad back then because of the contamination of troll faith, almost falling into becoming Evil Gods...
If it were me, and slaughtering another race to the last could restore my Guardian God to sanity, I really might have done it.
