"Trolls don't like making friends with people." Su Ming rummaged through his waist pouch, took out an Elwynn Forest apple pie, and handed it to Mao Mao as a gift. "They're very, very bad. Even Odin thinks they're bad. They'll steal every bridge that belongs to everyone."
"Thank you for the gift, Master Deathstroke." The elf who accepted the apple pie seemed utterly sincere and completely unguarded. She took a big bite the moment she got it and spoke while eating. "If the All-Father says they're bad people, then they must be very bad. We won't be friends with bad people. We should drive them out of our land instead."
Elves simply liked to think the best of others; they were not actually foolish. Before Deathstroke came into contact with the Nine Realms, the Light Elves had in fact lived better than the people of Vanaheim. Perhaps it was precisely because of this optimistic spirit.
"That's right. Now you understand why I need to find them and wipe them out." Su Ming handed her a bottle of orange soda. "I came here today on behalf of both All-Father Odin and Yggdrasil itself, to clear out these pests that are destroying other people's lands."
"War is bad, and killing people is bad."
The elf stopped chewing. Her little jam-stained mouth puckered as she looked at Deathstroke with slight disappointment, as though she intended to oppose the outbreak of war.
But when she saw the eyepatch over his one eye, she seemed to understand something. A look of sudden realization crossed her face, and she abruptly changed her tune:
"However, since you possess Yggdrasil's wisdom, this must be the best decision. I feel so sorry for those Trolls."
"That's right. It's all Yggdrasil's wisdom. They must die, because they have not only