If you want to share the Sun Well, why not take out your Dark Night Well to share with us? My people are also troubled by insufficient magic.

We cannot even live long outside the glory of the Sun Well.”

"You want the Dark Night Well? OK."

To the Sun King's expectations, after hearing his rebuttal, Alisand took out several bottles of magic wine that had been stored for thousands of years and placed it on the table. She also made a "please" move to the Sun King, saying:

"Come on, taste the 'delicious food' of Night Son. Only when you truly realize the dilemma of Chardore, will you understand our desire for the magic of the Sunwell.

His Majesty the Sun King, I will tell the truth that the cause of the war to this point is not only us.”

The great magician snorted and said:

“On the day I ascended the throne and became king, I politely asked your messengers if I could buy magic from you to meet the needs of the people.

But your messenger proudly rejected me.

If you chose fair trade that day and exchanged magic wine for pure magic, things would not have come to this point!"

After saying that, Alisand turned his head and looked at the Tyrande Wind Speech who represented Cardore. She looked at Tyrande up and down. This moon priest was different from the image she remembered.

Compared to the last time the two met, Tyrande was less immature and pure, and more calm and majestic.

The great magician chuckled and said:

"I am a woman who was regarded as a "treasure" by Queen Azshara. Ten thousand years have not made your beauty fade at all, and being a wife has given you more tempting taste."

"Great Magician, please respect my profession."

Tyrand said calmly:

"Please don't say these words before a clergy, it will be of no benefit to the peace we are pursuing today."

"Peace? You Cardore deserves to talk about peace with me?"

Tyrande's response seemed to anger Elisand. The great magician's eyes were filled with a sense of jealousy that only women could have, and said to Tyrande:

"I will not ridicule you for abandoning our ancient tradition of dignity, living in the forest with beasts, and abandoning the degradation of civilization into a tragic act like a troll, Cardore.

Let’s talk about the issue of Eresalas.

The elves of the Shindra who lived in that ten thousand years were also your fellow citizens, but how did you treat those pure-blooded upper elves?

You trap them in an increasingly dilapidated city!

You keep them like pigs and dogs, and you know what terrible things the elves in the city have done for magic. But not only did you not lend a helping hand when the massacre happened, but instead watched coldly!

A whole million celestial elves died in the coldness of your dying, and there were only 300,000 people left, and a very potential elves faction will be destroyed in your hands.

They were almost doomed!

It's me!

It was Chardore who accepted them when they needed and despair the most. It was me who ordered that the magic that my people had not much to share with those poor people, and that they saved their lives!”

Alisand sneered, pointing to Tyrand, whose face became more awkward, said:

"Every sindra elves who died were not in vain. Every Cardore had blood on his hands! You slaughterers still have the face to accuse me of being the initiator of the war?

How do you say the word "peace" with peace without feeling ashamed?

That's how your moon god teaches you?"

After saying that, the great magician who was gradually getting better looked at the Sun King again. She hugged her arms and said as the flying ribbons of the robe:

"And you, Queldore!

I don't want to mock you for being a monkey-crowned, constantly intermarrying with inferior races to dilute your noble bloodline. Although you have not fallen to live in trees and eat wild fruits, look at you now!

You have not learned the power of the Elf Empire, but have inherited the fall and corruption of the empire. If your dynasty lasts for another thousand years, it is already the protection of the Elf God.

But I think that although we are in war, you should feel sorry for the tragic encounters of the Syndra elves. After all, seven thousand years ago, your ancestors were exiled by the group of wild elves who claimed to be "peace" in front of you!

The Dasrema Sun Chaser had to take his tribesmen across the sea and endure the shame of being extorted by savage trolls to establish your kingdom on this land!

And now, your unworthy descendant is going to cooperate with the person who personally decided to exile your grandfather?

Haha, if Dasrema knew about it, he should lift up the coffin and slap you twice in the face!

You stupid king of the sun, you don’t understand at all that you should stand firmly with us in this magic-related matter, rather than licking Kadore!

Only Chardore can understand your pain.”

"Peace?"

Alisand, who had already spitted out his feelings, opened his arms and shouted to all the elves in front of him:

“I didn’t see any peace here at all!

Everyone is the people of the empire. It is enough to pretend to be in front of outsiders, but there is no need to be so hypocritical in the eyes of our own people.

Cardore said that our sons of the Night are the fallen people, and we are indeed! We succumb to the desire for magic, but Cardore! You guys are not as clean as you think!

Our dirty things are addicted to demons, and your dirty things are in the hearts named after the Moon God!

Look, a group of hypocritical hypocrites! A group of white lotus who do evil things in the name of faith and feel at ease! A group of arrogant men who think they are powerful but turn a blind eye to the tragic experiences of their brothers and sisters and jump out to mediate the war at this time!

Your merciful moonlight never shines on us dark people!

And what you call peace is just for yourself!
Chapter completed!