Chapitre 565: Direct Breakdown from Torment

Golden Plains

Before Link could answer Elovan's question, another voice rang out. "Of course we'll kill you all to avenge for my race!"

It was Avatar, the Beastman king.

He'd used up almost all his power in the last attack. Now, panting heavily, he dragged the obsidian broadsword as he slowly walked out of the grass.

"You pointy-eared elves from the Isle of Dawn will do anything for your goal. We are thousands of miles away from the Isle of Dawn but still angered you somehow. Now, you've lost. I'll make you taste the most horrible punishment in this world!"

When he finished, he was already beside Elovan and placed the sword on the elf's neck.

The skin on Elovan's neck twitched, but he still kept staring at Link. "Ferde Lord, don't forget that your territory is less than 500 miles from the Isle of Dawn. You won't be able to keep this a secret. You will be declaring war on the Isle of Dawn!"