High Priest Pullman's expression froze. He hadn't expected Maggie to confront him so directly. However, since the plan was halfway through, he couldn't just give up. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue.
"You flatter us, esteemed guest. Even if we displease Her Highness the Holy Maiden, I believe you will not implicate innocent members of our clan. When our clan suffers misfortune, you will surely lend a helping hand."
He slammed a large hat down on her head, instantly drawing the attention of all the elves present to Maggie, eager to see how she would respond.
"It's a pity that I don't deserve the title of honored guest you mentioned. I'm just an ordinary human being with selfish desires."
Maggie's tone was meaningful, and she wasn't buying it at all. As long as she had no morals, no one could hold her hostage.
"..."
The atmosphere suddenly became strange. Not a single word Maggie said was normal; they were all counterintuitive. She didn't even bother with polite formalities, which caused the Elven race's plan to fall apart.
But soon, High Priest Pullman's eyes suddenly darted around, and his previously smiling and polite expression instantly changed, his attitude towards Maggie becoming unfriendly.
"Since the Holy Maiden says so, I have no need to respect you anymore. I will speak frankly: the oracle clearly indicates that the Elven race will soon face a calamity, and only the emerald green grass ring on your wrist can avert it."
"The gift bestowed upon you by the Forest God was meant for the survival of my Elf race. Since you are unwilling to help save the Elf race, then please return our treasure."
His voice was sharp as he coldly snorted at Maggie. If Maggie hadn't seen the greed in his eyes for the emerald green grass ring, she would have really thought he was righteous and awe-inspiring, as if he were genuinely thinking of the elves.
"High Priest, you are even more impatient than I imagined. I thought you would keep playing along with me for a while before revealing your true purpose, but unfortunately you... are only superficial and only have your identity left."
Maggie's words were as sharp as ever, and her pointed attitude made Pullman vaguely sense that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it, taking it as just a misperception, and he still planned to continue to force Maggie to hand over the Emerald Grass Ring.
At this moment, the elven chieftain and the other elders sat quietly in their seats, but Maggie knew that many elven mages were already surrounding the entire square from the shadows.
Ficklin, who had been watching the commotion in the square, now had his beastly eyes shrink to needle-like size. He was a dragon and was extremely sensitive to any sense of danger.
Perkin had already gripped the Black Dragon Broken Dagger tightly in the shadows, lurking in the shadows. He only needed Maggie to give the order, and his poison would be deadly.
Harlan's sword was already drawn, and his emerald eyes were locked on Maggie's side. At this moment, whoever appeared next to Maggie would be pierced by his sword. The paladin was not someone to be trifled with.
Nesser had already quietly walked to Maggie's side, adopting a defensive and protective stance. Even though she was facing his own kind, he did not hesitate at all and stood on Maggie's side.
In his view, his unrighteous and heartless clansmen were not even one ten-thousandth as good as Maggie.
The atmosphere was tense, and no matter who made the first move, a bloody battle was inevitable. After all, this was the elven stronghold, and even if Maggie and her group could fight against a hundred, they would most likely be seriously injured. Whether they could escape the Green Forest was another matter entirely.
As for the elves, if they were to truly commit to a desperate gamble, they would likely pay a bloody price, so no one made the first move.
fear.
Suspicion.
confusion.
This was vividly demonstrated in the standoff.
Despite the terrible atmosphere, Maggie seemed oblivious, gently lifting her leg and walking gracefully toward High Priest Pullman.
No matter how many eyes were on her, Maggie seemed oblivious.
Pullman didn't move. He didn't think that Maggie, a high-level mage, posed any threat to him. But when he looked down at Maggie from his high position, his vision suddenly blurred.
The next second, all he could see in his field of vision was Maggie's pure white skirt.
In the blink of an eye, something unexpected happened. High Priest Pullman was pinned to the ground before anyone present could react.
When they came to their senses, they saw Maggie kneeling on one knee, pressing down hard on the head of High Priest Pullman, who was trying to lift it.
Strangely, Pullman, whose strength was clearly many times greater than Maggie's, was completely unable to resist Maggie's punishment, and even his struggles seemed utterly futile.
The grass ring on Maggie's wrist emitted a faint green light, and all the elves sensed the aura emanating from the Elven Mother Tree. Even the Elven chieftain, who had been observing silently, stood up in disarray.
But she seemed oblivious to the elves' reactions, speaking slowly and deliberately to Pullman with a hint of mockery and malice in her voice.
"Who told you that the emerald green grass ring is a treasure from the forest god?"
"They can't even clearly sense the aura of the Mother Tree? Is it about to become an undead and no longer understand the origins of the Elven race?"
Every word Maggie spoke was like a top-tier bomb dropped into the hearts of the elves, causing the elven mages who were waiting for an opportunity to attack to freeze in place.
"Although what you say sounds noble, it seems that your mother tree does not agree with your statement. After all, it has also helped me suppress you, hasn't it?"
"A self-degrading ghost."
Maggie's movements were not gentle; she lifted Pullman's head slightly and then slammed it down hard, instantly splattering black blood all over Maggie.
A flicker of disgust crossed her eyes, but she didn't stop there; instead, she slammed Pullman's head to the ground again and again.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The sound continued to ring out, as if striking the hearts of every elf, yet not a single elf dared to step forward to stop it.
Or one could say that they had no grounds or reason to intervene.
Maggie didn't have time to put on any proof games for them.
The claim that they were trying to find evidence to prove Pullman had begun to become undead was merely a roundabout strategy when they lacked the strength to do so.
Now that we have power, what's wrong with being a little violent?
Don't say she's right. If she's strong enough, what can she do even if she's wrong? She can just kill all the people who disagree with her.
Maggie thought casually.
Seeing the black blood so different from that of the vibrant elves, even a fool would know something was wrong.
As long as Maggie's actions are correct, the Elf Mother Tree will unconditionally release its power to help her.
As it turns out, Maggie was right.
Of course, Maggie did make a small mistake.
Knowing Pullman's sordid deeds beforehand through the comic book storyline is what made things go so smoothly.
Maggie finally managed to reduce Pullman to half his original form. She slowly lifted Pullman's head and showed it to everyone.
All that could be seen in the stark white skull, where the brain should have been stored, was a ghostly flame of the soul visible through the eye sockets, instantly causing an uproar throughout the audience.
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