Before introducing his master, the necromancer bowed reverently, as if paying homage to a princess, yet it also seemed to be merely a spontaneous gesture of reverence. "My master is none other than the second king of Valentino—Vanrexor."
"What?" Priscilla was slightly surprised when she heard this fact, and her vigilance increased.
Ten years ago, after escaping from the Prince of Shiduwomin, she was ambushed by the leader of the necromancers and was on the verge of death. It was Vanrexor who came to her rescue before her father and eliminated the enemy in front of her.
Why is he meeting the necromancer today...?
"Our necromancer legion has long since submitted to the Royal Knights. We necromancers are by nature rather 'dull-witted,' only knowing how to follow the strong, isn't that right, Princess Priscilla?"
The night elf standing about ten meters away from Priscilla had eyes that glowed with a vibrant emerald light. Although fundamentally different, they still bore a resemblance to Priscilla's emerald eyes.
He pulled out a large number of daggers, hidden weapons, and even the magic wand, the main weapon of the elves—this was all the weaponry he had.
He tossed them aside. It seemed he intended to have a sincere and lengthy talk with the princess that night, with the aim of persuading her to return to the capital.
Priscilla was not wearing any armor at this time, nor did she need any lethal weapons.
She could kill any night elf who voluntarily disarmed her with any spell, and it would be incredibly easy for her.
The night elf was not afraid, for he firmly believed that there was one thing he and Priscilla shared: the desire to follow the strong. He was certain she would submit to him and return to the capital to serve their master.
It was late at night, and the bright moon was obscured by dark clouds, withdrawing its light and temporarily withdrawing from the standoff between the princess and the necromancer.
Priscilla felt a chill rising from the lake behind her, and her shoulders trembled slightly. "Answer my question first: why did you collude with Van..."
"The princess is mistaken."
Although such an offensive interruption could easily obliterate a necromancer in the wind pressure, there was one point the necromancer had to, and was willing to, explain at the risk of death: "We are merely lowly and insignificant alien races. How could we possibly be qualified to 'collude' with a king? It is our necromancer legion that voluntarily submits to our master!"
Priscilla was curious about his words. "Why?"
The night elf began a lengthy explanation, which involved the night elf's humiliating history of survival.
Priscilla respected those from other races and listened quietly.
Originally, this race was despised by other races because of their nocturnal habits, strange behavior, and reclusive nature, which prevented them from befriending ordinary people.
Having endured various humiliations, the elves gradually yearned to become stronger or to follow the strong.
The night elves, who constantly struggled to survive amidst discrimination and malicious gazes, learned a unique necromancy spell.
Therefore, in a sense, the night elves and necromancers on this continent are essentially equal in status and are equally disliked and hated.
They are humble and insignificant, so they rely on the fearsome necromancy to defend their homeland and even to take revenge on humans. The tragedy of the time is just one of their "programs" for taking revenge on humans.
Or perhaps they will follow a stronger ruler to gain protection.
They once believed that their race would forever be despised and rejected. At this time, a powerful figure appeared before them, declaring that he would accept the Night Elves, make them his subordinates, and rule the continent together.
This man kept his word. After each victory in war, the elves were able to sit together at the highest seat of the victor's banquet and share a cup of food with him.
The one to whom all the necromancers submitted was none other than the second Venerable King of Valentino, Van Rexor.
Priscilla understood. It turned out that over the years, Van Rentino had successfully subdued the necromancer and made him submit to Van Rentino.
No wonder the necromancers disappeared after that; they were secretly fighting against the enemy for Fan.
She nodded, acknowledging the dark elf standing before her, and affirmed, "I see. You are Fan's subordinate, then there's no need for such formalities."
She added, rejecting Fan's request to return to the palace, "I don't want to go back yet."
“My master once said that you, Princess, cannot let go of the power and wealth in the palace. The most important thing is that the palace is your true home.”
She was slightly annoyed that an outsider was meddling in her affairs, saying, "It's none of your business!"
"Actually... the princess is similar to me."
The night elf's words once again enraged Priscilla, igniting her fury. "How dare a lowly elf compare me to you?"
Although Priscilla was about to erupt in anger, the night elf's imposing presence and resolute determination overwhelmed her, and she said:
"Indeed, how can we, lowly alien races, compare to the noble Princess Valentino? However, it is undeniable that the princess also possesses a heart yearning to follow the strong, and thus she is constantly growing stronger. So are we. Moreover—"
The night elf looked directly into Priscilla's pure, unadulterated green eyes with her own glowing green, her voice brimming with pride. "Does the princess not believe that Master Vanrexor is such a powerful and worthy ruler, someone everyone should follow?"
Just because of this sentence that left her unable to refute or retort, her aura and momentum vanished by half.
"The master has the shadow of the former king."
Priscilla closed her eyes, savoring the words of the night elf.
As a subject, Van Rexor received his father's recognition and high praise from a young age and was personally taught by his father.
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