Li Si looked at the pale-faced elves before him, who had yet to recover, and said in a deep voice:
"What are you panicking about?"
"What are you afraid of?"
All the elves looked at Li Si, at the human who had drawn every elf's gaze.
"Are you going to retreat just because of this?"
"Abandon this beautiful, prosperous homeland, give up all your loved ones, and become a homeless, wandering race?"
"To be looked down upon, mocked, and rejected by others?"
"To become the kind of people who place all their hopes in the gods and can only wait for death in reality?"
"And you lot still look down on those half-elves?"
"I'd say you're nothing special yourselves!"
For some reason, although Li Si's expression remained calm as he spoke, to the young elves, his words stirred even more fury within them than a mocking smile would have.
[Your specialty, Provocateur, has activated!] [Provocateur: When you provoke hostile forces or opponents (including verbal provocation, physical provocation, using provocation skills, etc.), the provoked target's mental resistance decreases slightly, while your movement speed increases by 30%.]
This special specialty, which Li Si had nearly forgotten about, unexpectedly came into play at this moment, instantly igniting the anger in every elf's heart.
The elves were an exceedingly proud race. Their history, which could be traced back to the era of the World Tree, and their magnificent, flourishing civilization were all sources of pride.
At that moment, Li Si's words were like sharp swords piercing their hearts. For a time, every elf's gaze toward Li Si brimmed with anger.
Facing the furious stares of several hundred elves, Li Si's expression did not change in the slightest. He calmly looked at them all and said:
"So I'm here to tell you that