Reincarnated as a goblin, but her mother is a white-haired elf?

"The Elf King is not a long-lived species."

"What did you say?!"

Victoria's expression changed drastically; she stared wide-eyed at the elf princess in disbelief.

"That's impossible!"

"The Elf Kings are the longest-living race, some even living as long as heaven and earth. How could they not be a long-lived race?"

"hehe"

The fairy princess did not respond to Victoria's words, but smiled faintly:

"Trading a long lifespan for absolute power, isn't that a worthwhile trade?"

"If the Elf King were short-lived, the Elf race wouldn't have existed for so long."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Victoria retorted.

As elves, they naturally have long lifespans; ordinary elves can live for at least several thousand years.

As the king of his race, the Elf King's lifespan was unimaginably long.

If, as the Elf Princess said, the Elf King is not a long-lived species, then how can all of this be explained?

What do you think?

The fairy princess smiled slightly, looked up at the moon outside the window, and spoke with a firm tone.

"The succession of Elf Kings has always been accompanied by bloodshed and slaughter."

"Countless elves lost their lives in the struggle for the throne."

"And the root of all this lies in that so-called Elf King."

"I will ensure that the so-called selection of the Elf King ends with me."

"And me!"

"He is the true king of the elves!"

The fairy princess's voice was firm and powerful, each word like a heavy hammer striking Victoria's heart.

She suddenly stood up and walked towards Victoria.

"I'm tired, you can go now."

After saying that, she turned and went into the inner room, leaving Victoria alone outside.

Victoria stood frozen in place, the words of the elf princess echoing in her mind.

She couldn't believe it was all real.

"How could that be?"

"Impossible, but given the Elf Princess's personality, why would she come to me and say something like that?"

Victoria bit her lower lip, her heart filled with doubt and unease.

Those eyes don't lie.

The fairy princess was telling the truth.

But if all of this is true, then how has the Elf King survived to this day?

"If this is true, then how has the Elf King survived until now?"

"Wang Xuan never succeeded."

Victoria stared wide-eyed, countless thoughts flashing through her mind, but none of them could explain the problem.

"That's impossible."

"Because, isn't the Elf King already dead?"

"No, that's not right."

Ultimately, she only knew from what others said whether the Elf King was truly dead; she had never actually seen him.

Could it be that the Elf King has been alive all these millions of years?

Victoria couldn't imagine that if all of this were true, the history of the elves would be completely overturned.

She took a deep breath, turned and left the room.

A night breeze swept by, bringing a touch of coolness.

Victoria stood in the courtyard, looking up at the starry sky.

Her heart was filled with confusion and unease; she didn't know who to trust or where to go.

"What should we do?"

"What exactly happened?"

She clenched her fists, feeling utterly powerless.

Suddenly I thought of Yan'er. If he were here, what would he do?

"To devour everything?"

"Once the problem is solved, there will be no more problems."

Victoria chuckled softly.

She really has the demeanor of her child.

Everything will be alright.

Therefore, she needs to work even harder so as not to hold Yan'er back.

For her now, only by becoming king, the Elf King, can she help Yan'er.

Rumble!

A loud explosion suddenly shattered the tranquility of the night.

Victoria looked up sharply in the direction from which the sound came.

In the distance, a purple mist was rapidly spreading across the sky, completely obscuring the starry heavens.

Boom boom boom!

Accompanied by the sound of an explosion, a long, drawn-out chime echoed over the palace.

That was a bell that only rang when a clan was being wiped out, heavy and tragic.

"Enemy attack!"

"It's those despicable demon kings!"

The elves rushed out of the room, staring in horror at the purple mist in the distance.

Their faces were filled with fear and despair, yet also with a hint of expectation.

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"Could it be that the events of a thousand years ago are about to repeat themselves?"

An elderly elf murmured to himself, his voice filled with helplessness and sorrow.

"May the Elf King bless us."

The other elves also knelt down and clasped their hands together.

They prayed for blessings from the long-destroyed World Tree and the deceased Elf King.

Victoria stepped out of the room, glanced at the weak elf behind her who only knew how to pray and beg, and felt a mix of emotions.

She looked at the elves kneeling on the ground; they had once been so proud and confident.

Now, all they can do is plead here for the sake of those who can no longer protect them.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

An elven knight rode up on his warhorse and shouted at the kneeling elves.

"Get up and fight! Are you going to just stand by and watch our homeland be destroyed?"

The knight's voice was filled with anger and resentment, his blood boiling as he brandished his longsword, trying to awaken the elves' fighting spirit.

However, it didn't work.

His words were like a stone sinking into the sea, receiving no response whatsoever.

The elves remained kneeling on the ground, praying for a vague and elusive salvation, motionless.

Just like in ancient times.

Most of the sprites have never changed.

Only a small number of elves have changed.

These elves carried all the blood and sin on their shoulders.

That is, the Blood Elves of today!

"Damn it!"

The knight cursed angrily and turned to look at Victoria.

"Your Highness Victoria, let's go."

"There is no hope here."

The knight's voice was filled with despair.

He gave the elves a deep look, then turned his horse around and charged out of the palace.

Victoria felt a pang of sorrow as she looked at the elves kneeling on the ground.

She was once one of them, a peace-loving person who didn't want to fight.

This is the origin of the stereotypes that outsiders have about the elves.

However, when she saw Yan'er's power, when she saw the future of the elves, she understood.

Weakness cannot bring peace.

Only by becoming strong can we achieve peace.

"Your Highness Victoria."

Just then, the Blood Elf squad slowly approached, their voices firm and powerful.

"Lady Hilaya has already set off."

Victoria turned and glanced at them, paused for a moment, and then said:

"Let's go."

Her voice was firm and powerful, as if it contained boundless strength.

The blood elves responded enthusiastically, following behind her as they rushed out of the palace.

Their figures darted swiftly through the night, like streaks of red lightning.

In the distance, a purple mist was spreading, as if it would swallow the entire world.

... (End of Chapter)