Prime Originator

While the elves were evacuating from the subterranean space, the other elves on the surface watched them returned safely with curious looks.

"Hey, what's going on down there?" Asked an elf, shortly after pulling over a female elf from the group of elves arriving.

"Rats! There are a lot of frenzied Wingrats down there! Like… a lot!" The female elf responded, but none of her previous fears could be seen on her face—only a rare hint of excitement that cannot be explained.

The elf was taken aback before he said doubtfully, "That sounds pretty damn serious. Why aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid? Of course, I am afraid! But more than that, I am excited!" The female elf said.

"Huh?"

The elf furrowed his brows.

Was this person damaged in the head? How could she be afraid and excited at the same time? Was the situation down below very severe?

"Are you in heat or something?" The elf thought the female elf was not bad looking and said, "If you want, we can go back to—" The elf suddenly paused, recalling that his home had been destroyed.

At the same time, someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind before he heard the female calling out, "Hubby!"

The elf turned around, only to see a more burly and head-taller elf standing before him intimidatingly.

"I heard you have something to say to my wife?" The burly tall elf said.

The elf immediately flinched.

"Err, no…" The male elf shriveled his neck cowardly.

His eyes darted around at the group of elves arriving from below before he asked, "I am just confused why everyone seems so excited. Should you all be sad and afraid?"

"We should, but we try not to think about it for the time being—especially since we have found the Savior. We like to hope that everything will turn for the better from here."

"The Savior?"

The elf was even more confused.

Meanwhile, a crowd of elves gathered below the Elder Tree's roots where King Erendriel has been bounded some distance away.

"Everyone, everything that has happened to us is because of our king! He caused all this!" An elf angrily accused while pointing his finger up at the Elf King.

"That's right! If King Erendriel didn't start a fight with the Supreme Elder and involved the Guardian Spirit, none of this would have happened!" Another one spoke.

"My home, my family, I lost everything! The king is to blame!"

"My home is gone, and my wife and son are still missing! Who knows if they are even still alive?!"

"Everyone has lost something here! The king should be held accountable for his crimes! Death to the king!" An extremist said.

Once the words were spoken, it struck a chord with the angry crowd and caused them to furiously chant, "Death to the king!"

"Death to the king!"

"Death to the king!"

As if chanting was not enough, the angry elves began picking up stones and pebbles from the ground and hurled them up at the Elf King's face.

With his body bound by the Elder Tree's roots, King Erendriel had no other choice but to take the hits directly.

However, the only thing these stones and pebble hurt was his pride rather than his face. It was more humiliating than it was painful.

Even so, King Erendriel did nothing except smiled coldly.

Do them right, and they will only be grateful for a moment. However, do them wrong, and they will hate you for a lifetime.

King Erendriel gazed at the elves like he was looking at fleas, immediately making several elves lose their courage and cower in retreat.

Shortly after, Princess Faelyn arrived with the baby in her arms before making her way through the crowd.

"Everyone, please stop!"

Although Princess Faelyn urged the angry crowd, there was no strength in her voice. She was in no position to stop them for what her father had done.

Even so, she felt that her father should not be humiliated.

"Fifth Princess Faelyn, please don't stop us. We know you have nothing to do with King Erendriel's actions, so please don't make us hate you too!"

"Yeah! King Erendriel's might be your father, but he is a heartless king! Please step aside!"

The elves began speaking.

At the same time, an ignorant elf could not help but asks, "Why did King Erendriel start a fight with the Supreme Elder?"

"It was because the Supreme Elder had decided to migrate the tribe to the Human Domain and submit ourselves to one of the human kingdoms there to tide over the dangers of the forthcoming Cataclysm." A well-informed elf spoke.

When this was mentioned, the elves immediately frowned.

They could understand the Supreme Elder's choice, but must they lower themselves to humans? Would they still have any rights once they moved to the Human Domain?

"I heard the agreement was already made. That is why Prince Leon from the Crawford Empire has come to visit our tribe."

"Prince Leon? Is that the name of our Savior?" An elf asked with surprise.

The elf nodded, "That's right!"

The crowd's frown was quickly replaced with surprises once the truth came to light. They immediately became more accepting of the Supreme Elder's decision and more dissatisfied with King Erendriel.

"The king is selfish." One of them said.

King Erendriel gave them a ridiculing gaze, thinking they were just hypocrites. Selfishness exists in everyone's heart.

"Why don't you maggots spout your rubbish elsewhere? You're clogging my ears—Uwarghhh!"

Ba-dump!

King Erendriel suddenly screamed as he was suddenly assaulted by nerve-wracking pain that came from his heart.

Princess Faelyn quickly turned around in shock and asked, "Father, what is wrong with you?"

However, King Erendriel did not answer.

Ba-dump!

"Arghhhh!" King Erendriel roared horribly again from the second wave of pain from his heart like it was being squeezed by someone.

His heart-wrenching cries immediately sent chills through the heart of the surrounding elves as they shortly retreated in fear.

No one knew what was going on, but they were too afraid to stay close.

The Elf King continued to cry painfully until his voice became hoarse, losing all his strength. His face quickly shriveled, and his eyes lost their color.

It was not long before the Elf King went utterly motionless and silent with an appearance no different to a withered plant that simply looked remotely elvish.

"This… This must be divine retribution!" An elf assumed.