An elven noble came to Lin Qi's side helplessly and cautiously, then bowed deeply to him. "Your Majesty, we... we cannot fight for you! As proud and noble elves, we refuse to make meaningless sacrifices in a war where death is certain! Although I know it may be somewhat presumptuous to say this, I must advise you to send envoys and negotiate with them!"
As he spoke, the elf, who had initially been so cautious that he had not dared raise his head, gradually became braver. He straightened up, lifted his head, and boldly looked at Lin Qi as he said loudly, "As a noble elven marquis, I have the duty to remind you—in the face of an overwhelming disparity in strength, taking the initiative to propose negotiations is an act of wisdom, not cowardice! It is the wisdom of survival, a philosophy for the continuation of a race, the ultimate embodiment of noble bearing, it is..."
With one kick, Lin Qi sent the chattering elven marquis sprawling, then began to curse loudly. "When all's said and done, you're just afraid of dying!"
All the elves turned their heads away, pretending they had not heard Lin Qi's shouting. Lin Qi shook his head, gave these elves a helpless glance, and let out a long sigh. Rings of grayish-white ripples radiating a bone-chilling chill spread from beneath his feet. Countless evil undead runes were contained within those ripples, and terrifying undead death energy surged into the sky. In the blink of an eye, a faint undead mist blanketed the mountains and forests within a hundred miles. Amid faint cracking sounds, specks of ghostly fire flickered within the grayish-white undead mist.
"Come, come, my fearless warriors. Let these proud elves witness your strength!" Lin Qi narrowed his eyes and coldly watched the