Just as Rommel had thought, Hill was very unhappy right now.
He knew more than Draculus did, so he understood even better that there was only one reason the Succubus Queen would attack Treants: to capture Elves and turn them into the lowest-ranking Succubi.
Because of their enormous canopies, Yew Treants were basically used to protect underage Elves in larger Elven settlements.
Though Elves had plenty of irritating traits, whenever they faced a life-or-death crisis, they would always choose to place their young in the safest location.
Thus, every fallen Ten-Thousand-Year Yew Treant... ordinary Yew Treants merely had some resistance to magical flames and could not remain completely unburned... signified the utter destruction of an Elven kingdom within some great forest.
And their fate was not to return to Corellon's Divine Kingdom.
They would be imprisoned within the bodies of the most licentious Succubi, watching their own bodies become ugly Devils, watching themselves...
Damn it. Hill did not want to continue thinking about it.
Though his relationship with the Elves was not particularly close, and he had always remained cold toward those Elves who sought their own deaths, that did not mean Hill could remain unmoved before such a tragedy.
The stupidity of distant relatives might make him laugh at them, and their shamelessness might make him beat them back, but the crimes others committed against them could still stir the anger in Hill's heart.
He stared steadily at Glasya on the giant screen... Though some things might fulfill Draculus's wishes, Hill had truly begun to despise this Hell princess from the bottom of his heart.
Though he could not kill her, still!
Making her crawl back into her palace and stay indoors for several thousand years would be perfectly reasonable!
Hill knew that whenever he did anything, it had