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Chapter 824 - Next Time, I“ll Make Sure He Dies…

Chapter 824 Next Time, I“ll Make Sure He Dies...

“Alex is not someone who’s worthy of fear. Even if he’s still alive, that won’t affect our plans in any way.” Borg looked at everyone with a nonchalant expression, and said, “Back when I fought him four years ago, I intentionally held back as I didn’t want to embarrass the father of Irina’s child. Even if he managed to survive the assassination three years ago, he would’ve definitely sustained severe injuries, so he won’t even be as powerful as he once was.”

“Master Borg is the war god of our elven race, while Alex is only a human who’s in his thirties; how could he possibly compare with Master Borg?”

“So Master Borg was intentionally holding back! Hmph, and to think that Alex was boasting about his own undefeated record for so many years; what a shameless fool!”

Many of the elves in the palace were reinvigorated upon hearing this, and they all heaped praise on Borg, but there were a few elves who appeared to be rather skeptical.

Did Borg really hold back during that battle four years ago? I clearly recall that he appeared to be struggling, while Alex looked like he was barely breaking a sweat... Elliot turned to Borg with a bemused look. He was one of the bystanders who had spectated the aforementioned battle, and Alex’s immense power had left a strong impression in his mind. In fact, he couldn’t even understand why that battle had ended in a draw as opposed to a victory for Alex.

The leader of the Baibillys, Vincent, also wore a skeptical look in his eyes, but his expression remained unchanged as he also showered praise on Borg along with all of the other elves.

Borg raised a hand to silence everyone, and then said in a solemn voice, “Schubert and Cobil have been killed by Irina for no reason. Even though she’s the elven princess, she will be renounced by the Goddess of Life for taking the lives of her brethren in such a cruel and unwarranted manner. I’ve decided that during the ceremony to be held in three days, I’m going to advise the panel of elders to abolish Irina’s position as princess and make her pay the price she should pay for mercilessly slaughtering her brethren.”

The palace was silent for a moment following this announcement before one of the elves threw his hands up into the air, and yelled, “Abolish Irina! Avenge Schubert and Cobil!”

“Abolish Irina!”

“I’ll be voting to abolish Irina as well!”

All of the elves raised their hands up high into the air and yelled in unison with deranged looks in their eyes. If they could abolish Irina as the elven princess, and then disable her as a punishment for killing Schubert and Cobil, that would spell the end of their days spent in uneasiness and uncertainty.

Elliot remained silent throughout this entire process, looking at all of the deranged elves in the palace with a complex look on his face.

All of these elves were leaders of prominent families, so their unanimous decision meant that a massive revolution was about to begin in the elven race.

He didn’t know whether this was a good thing for the elven race, but if Irina were to be abolished as the elven princess, and Borg had no intention of becoming the elven king, then there was a very good chance that Sally would become the new elven princess. That would undoubtedly be vastly beneficial to the Brewster Family.

However, Elliot certainly wasn’t delusional to think that the Brewsters would rise to the top of the Wind Forest because of that. If Borg could disable Irina, who had the support of the queen and was quite powerful in her own right, then even if Sally were to become the elven princess or even the elven queen, she would still be nothing more than a puppet controlled by Borg.

Furthermore, what made him quite uneasy was the news that he had received earlier this morning. If that piece of news were to be confirmed, then the Brewster Family would face a crisis of unprecedented proportions.

Vincent glanced at the concerned Elliot, and a complex look also flashed through his eyes. However, he quickly concealed the hint of indecision on his face before joining in on the raucous cries erupting within the palace.

“Aside from Irina, I heard that there were two other elves who were involved in freeing the elven slaves outside the Wind Forest. If that’s true, then they’re both traitors of the elven race, and we have to find them and kill them! If they’re here in the Wind Forest, then we’ll execute them in public to show everyone the price that one will be made to pay for betraying the elven race!” Borg announced in a solemn voice.

“Burn them to death!” all of the elves chanted in unison.

A hint of concern flashed through both Elliot’s and Vincent’s eyes, but they quickly composed themselves again.

There weren’t all that many elves gathered at the palace, and the meeting didn’t last very long. After receiving the support of all of the prominent elven family leaders, the meeting concluded, and all of the elves left through the backdoor in order not to attract any attention.

Borg emerged from the palace, and strode through a long corridor on the way to his backyard.

Boris Sette rushed over to him with an excited expression, and asked, “Father, did you really hold back during that battle four years ago, yet still fight Alex to a draw? Does that mean you’re already more powerful than the elven queen? Does that mean you’re the most powerful being on the entire continent?”

As the leader of the Sette Family, Boris had always been a calm and steadfast figure. However, he was completely unable to maintain his composure on the eve of what was surely going to be a massive revolution in the elven race. If Irina were to be abolished as the elven princess, then the elven race would lose its heir to the throne.

If Boris were already more powerful than the queen, and received widespread support from most of the major families, then he could quite possibly become the first elven king in history.

As Borg’s eldest son, the leader of the Sette Family, and a 9th-tier magic caster, it was quite possible that Boris could then become the second elven king in history.

“I once fought Alex, and I stood no chance in that battle,” Boris said in a cold voice without even turning his head.

Boris’ footsteps immediately faltered, and the excited smile on his face also instantly congealed.

Borg was no match for Benson, yet Benson had just been slain by Alex two days ago in Rodu, along with five other 10th-tier powerful beings.

Boris was immediately struck by a bone-chilling sense of fear, and the glorious future that he’d envisioned was completely shattered.

Borg had lied to all of the elves. During his battle with Alex, it was most likely the case that Alex had been the one to hold back, yet the battle had still only ended in a draw.

Following a brief moment of stunned inactivity, Boris finally came to his senses before rushing over to Borg. He wore a panicked look on his face as he asked, “Father, what are we going to do if Alex comes to the elven race when we try to plot against Irina?”

Borg suddenly stopped before turning to look into Boris’ panicked eyes. “Let me ask you this, then. Would you be willing to give up everything you have now and return to the days spent in a cramped little treehouse, where you have to pick wild fruits and hunt for sustenance?”

Boris immediately faltered upon hearing this. He first looked into Boris’ grim eyes, then around at the lavish palace around him, and he shook his head without a second thought. However, a hesitant look then appeared on his face as he began, “But—”

A cold smile appeared on Borg’s face as he cut off Boris. “Irina wants to abolish the entire social hierarchy that we’ve established, yet everything you’re able to enjoy now is a direct result of this social hierarchy. If we don’t get rid of her, then the next one to be killed could be you, and you’ll never be able to climb to the top.

“I was no match for Alex four years ago, but...” Boris extended his right hand, and a ball of gray flames erupted from the center of his palm. The flames were emanating a horrifying, bone-chilling aura of death. “Next time, I’ll make sure he dies...”