The elven chieftain's face turned ashen at a visible speed, and the other elders exchanged bewildered glances, unable to utter a single word.

Maggie gave a mocking smile, spread her five fingers, and without much force, Pullman's head fell back to the ground. After such a beating, even if he were to become a complete undead, it would take him a while to recover.

Moreover, he is currently in a transitional phase, just like Joyce. He lacks both the excellent self-healing abilities of the elves and the physical strength of the undead, and can only be beaten like a grandson by Maggie.

She didn't kill Pullman directly, but wanted to see how the elves would treat the traitor. She figured it would be more satisfying than giving him a quick death.

The elves may appear kind, but they are far worse at dealing with traitors than humans.

Maggie clapped her hands, slowly stood up, her expression one of joy and ease.

The saintess's robes were still splattered with black blood, and even her face was stained with some, as if a pure angel had been defiled and fallen into the devil.

But Maggie's actions now only appear cruel, and have nothing to do with the devil.

Since the Scourge has instilled a deep hatred for the undead in all races, Maggie's actions have essentially exposed a traitor within their ranks. Logically, they should be thanking her.

The current situation is so awkward that no one can speak. They were just forcing the other party to hand over the treasure, and then this happened. It's not exactly a slap in the face, but it's certain that the entire Elf race has lost face because of this.

"Does anyone else want my things?"

Maggie turned her head ninety degrees to look at the elves, her voice soft and a gentle smile on her face, as if she weren't the woman who had just violently beaten Pullman.

If it weren't for the blood still on her body, she would be incredibly deceptive.

"..."

The silence continued, making the atmosphere even more suffocating than before.

"If not, I think the elder should continue announcing the seats, right?"

Maggie was like a wicked woman who had found a plaything. She didn't get angry when she didn't get an answer. Instead, she looked at the elder in charge of the ceremony. He was the one who had been cooperating with Xilin so frequently. Of course, he had to be treated 'well' separately.

The elder's body was so stiff it was practically a piece of wood. When Maggie called his name, his face turned as bitter as a bitter gourd. If there were a crack in the ground right now, he would probably crawl into it.

"Do I need to remind you? You just announced that Huiya was the second seat holder, so what about the first seat holder?"

Maggie wasn't in a hurry and asked slowly, but the more nonchalant she was, the stronger the sense of oppression became. No one knew how much power she had just displayed from the Elf Mother Tree was, whether there were any limitations, or whether it could be used without restriction.

Although Pullman died a worthy death, everyone present valued their lives. If Maggie had started a killing spree without any regard for the facts, who knows if they could have withstood it?

The power that Maggie just displayed has far exceeded the comprehension of normal elves.

"Haha, of course..."

The elder who was called out chuckled, seemingly about to declare that the seat should be given to Maggie, but when his gaze fell on Nesser, he swallowed his words.

He knew that Nesser was Maggie's man. Although giving the seat to Maggie now might appease her anger, who knew if Maggie would turn against him again because of Nesser? It was a dilemma.

So he looked to his clan leader for help, only to see that his clan leader's face was rather pale and not at all good-looking, and he didn't even notice the gaze he had stolen.

In the end, he could only look away with a bitter expression, staring at Maggie with embarrassment and despair.

"What? Can't you say it?"

Maggie was as leisurely and patient as a cat teasing a mouse after a good meal.

You can't treat her like a fool. She absolutely doesn't believe that these elders aren't deliberately condoning her, or even that they've conspired to have Pullman target her.

The patriarch's silence and the other elders' silence both indicated that they had long coveted the emerald green grass ring and were simply going with the flow.

While it cannot be ruled out that Pullman used the so-called 'oracle' to shake them and incite them to target him, what does that have to do with Maggie?

If she were truly an easy target, she would have suffered countless grievances today, and might even have lost her life.

In this situation, expecting Maggie to be kind and forgiving is simply wishful thinking and a pipe dream.

That's enough.

The chieftain's voice trembled, but he was still the chieftain after all. He still managed to maintain his dignity and walked shakily to Maggie with his cane. His straight back seemed to have been broken as he bowed deeply to Maggie.

"Distinguished guest, we are aware of your anger and will give you an explanation."

His voice carried a barely perceptible plea, which annoyed Maggie. She hated this kind of person the most. If they were to stand up to her head the whole time, she could call them men.

The game had barely turned around when they conceded defeat without hesitation, leaving her with no sense of accomplishment and no satisfaction whatsoever.

"Oh? So how are you going to explain this to me?"

The premise of respecting the elderly and caring for the young is that the elderly are worthy of respect. Obviously, the one in front of us does not seem to need it, so Maggie has no reason to be polite.

“From today onwards, I voluntarily step down from the position of clan chief.”

The clan chief's body seemed even more hunched than before, but his voice was surprisingly strong, showing that he must have chewed over the words many times before he could speak them so fluently.

Because of the high priest's manipulation, who had long since fallen into the dead, he, as the clan leader, actually coveted the treasure of a distinguished guest who had done the elves a great favor, causing such an embarrassing situation and making the entire elf clan lose face.

Even the entire elven race's high command lost face, and he could no longer serve as the clan leader.

Moreover, now that the honored guest is furious, if we cannot quell her anger, the Elven race may have to rely on her if they face a great calamity in the future. The consequences would be unimaginable, and then what will become of the Elven race?

"We are too."

The elders exchanged glances, all seeing the helplessness and sorrow in each other's eyes. For the sake of the Elven race's reputation, there was only one choice left.

Upon hearing their voices, Maggie's ever-smiling face finally returned to a blank expression, cold and almost inhuman.

I'm too lazy to keep pretending anymore; it's disgusting.

Sure enough, this kind of sordid affair is something that no race can escape.

Maggie didn't say anything, turned around and left the Elf Square. She didn't want to accept these people's apologies, but since the power of the Elf Mother Tree only targeted bad guys, she couldn't actually take action.

After all, they are their people. If she really kills them, who knows what will happen then?

Ignoring it becomes the best option.