1125 Can An Apology Compare To Thousands Of Lives?
Staring at Estelle, who was standing quietly but firmly beside him, Donor felt guilty. “Estelle, the Night Elves have never been lowly and dirty. You are our closest partners. We should have lived together and relied on each other.”
“We’ve hurt you guys for the past thousands of years.”
At the mention of the Night Elves, Estelle’s expression darkened.
He said, “Your Majesty, under the demonic cave, there are mountains of bones. In the demonic cave, resentment gathers. You Light Elves owe us Night Elves not only an apology, but also thousands of innocent lives.” Estelle asked Donor calmly, “Your Majesty, can a mere apology compare to their lives?”
Donor’s handsome face instantly turned pale.
He lowered his head in shame.
At this moment, the proud and noble Elven King, Donor, actually didn’t have the courage to raise his head in front of this Night Elf.
Upon seeing Donor like this, Estelle turned around coldly and looked at the window. Through the transparent window, Estelle saw the lights of the city below.
If every Night Elf turned into a lamp after they died, then they were enough to light up the entire Central Continent’s night sky!
At this moment, Estelle heard Donor say, “Believe me, when the Holy Spirit Continent resolves the crisis, I will lead the entire Light Elves to atone for their sins.”
Estelle still didn’t turn around to respond to him.
Yu Huang stared at Estelle, who was emitting a sinister and sad aura. She subconsciously fiddled with the white pearl bracelet on her wrist.
This was the perfume bracelet that Naris had specifically concocted for her. Naris had named it ‘Winter Sunshine’.
Naris said that the top note of this perfume was the refreshing smell of new snow. The heart note was like the breeze of early summer, but the base note was like the scorching summer sun. She said that this fragrance was the most suitable for Yu Huang and was one of a kind.
Yu Huang wasn’t artistic enough, so she couldn’t differentiate between the scent of new snow, the early summer breeze, and the scorching summer sun.
She only felt that this perfume smelled good.
As she fiddled with the pearls, Yu Huang thought about this matter.
Suddenly, Yu Huang said, “The mastermind who plotted to turn the Light Elves against the Night Elves is a truly detestable person. I keep feeling that this plan is somewhat familiar.”
“… Where have I heard of it before?”
For a moment, she couldn’t remember.
Sheng Xiao was suddenly enlightened when he heard Yu Huang’s words.
He said, “Nine-Tailed Fox Clan!”
