Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 40: Confusing the Elders in Front of the Queen

Varelius, however, paid no attention and continued on his own.

"You can provide us with those interesting 'tools,' and you can serve as our vassal states, providing your strength on the battlefield and consuming the low-level cannon fodder of the demon race."

"To be able to dedicate your strength to the great Elven race and the Goddess of Nature will be the highest honor for you and for 'Great Xia'!"

"Oh! Just think about it, how fortunate is a civilization abandoned by magic to bask in the glory of the elven kingdom!"

"Your Excellency Lin Mo, you should kneel down on behalf of your country to thank Her Majesty the Queen for her generosity and benevolence!"

The entire banquet hall was quiet.

Immediately following were several barely suppressed murmurs of agreement.

"Elder Varelius is a man of great foresight!"

"That's right, this is the best outcome for them!"

"It is their honor to be our subordinate!"

The elven nobles looked at Lin Mo with the same nonchalance they took for granted when they saw him as a servant about to be incorporated into their ranks.

"you……"

Fendona's face flushed red, her whole body trembled, and she was about to stand up and argue.

A hand pressed firmly on her shoulder.

Lin Mo slowly stood up.

He knew very well that the Queen was indulging the elders and testing the attitude of Lin Mo and the Great Xia behind him.

If the Elf Queen steps forward, plays the good guy, and offers a way out, the Elf race will gain the upper hand in the subsequent cooperation, and Great Xia will become the one being harvested.

The other party is facing a crisis with the demon race and needs his help and the country behind him. This is his biggest security bargaining chip.

Moreover, he himself had rendered meritorious service.

Therefore, he decided to retaliate appropriately.

In short, you can't let the other party think you're easy to bully, otherwise they'll easily take advantage of you in the future. You have to show that you're not someone to be trifled with.

He looked at Varelius.

"Elder Varelius, is that right?"

Varelius arrogantly raised his chin, indicating that he could begin to express his gratitude.

"Speaking."

Lin Mo's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"If you're still not fully awake, go and rest. It's not appropriate for you to stay here and dream."

All the elves' smiles froze on their faces.

This otherworldly being actually dared to refute a highly respected elven elder in public?

Varelius's smile vanished, replaced by displeasure.

"Lord Lin Mo, watch your words! I am bestowing upon you and the glory of your civilization..."

"glory?"

Lin Mo interrupted with a sneer.

"I thank you for your glory, but you can keep it. A nation on the verge of collapse, and you still talk about glory? It's disgusting!"

He stepped forward and stared intently at Varelles.

"I'm thick-skinned, so I don't care what you say about me."

"But what you shouldn't have done was insult the country behind me, my civilization!"

"A vassal state?!"

Lin Mo's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"Then I shall ask you, this noble elven elder, a question!"

"If it weren't for the blueprints for the composite bow and repeating crossbow provided by us 'weak' people, what would have become of Lostia now?"

"It was long ago razed to the ground by the demons!"

"Can you still sit here now, enjoying fine wine and delicacies, spouting nonsense about me, the benefactor who saved countless of your compatriots, and discussing some bullshit of glory?"

"you!"

Varelius was so angry at being pointed at and insulted that he trembled all over, his old face turning a deep purplish-red, and he couldn't speak while pointing at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo didn't give him a chance at all.

"What do you mean, 'you'? Besides standing here displaying your outdated arrogance, what else can you do?"

"Lostia City is in imminent danger. Did you go to its aid? Did you kill a single demon?"

"Now I understand! That's why your Elf race is being driven back by the Demon race, barely clinging to life!"

"If the higher-ups are all such ignorant, arrogant fools like you, what future do the elves have?"

Every word struck a chord in the hearts of all the elves present.

Those young elves who had been echoing him earlier all lowered their heads now, their faces burning with embarrassment.

Fendona stared blankly at Lin Mo's tall figure, her mouth agape.

Lin Mo, however, did not give up. He walked back to his seat, picked up the glass of elven wine, and gave Varelius, whose face was ashen, a contemptuous smile.

"They take the victory we won with our aid and then expect us to be their dogs?"

"Who gave you the courage? Someone named Liang?"

"You've been clever and agile for thousands of years, have your brains all turned to wood, and forgotten what 'gratitude' means?"

"puff--"

Varelius felt his blood churn in his chest, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, staggering backward.

"Elder Varelius!"

The surrounding elves were thrown into a flurry of activity.

The entire banquet hall was in complete chaos.

Queen Ellari, who had been sitting calmly in the main seat and observing the situation, no longer had that composure on her face.

She looked at Lin Mo, who had been humble and polite before but was now showing his sharp edge, with a complicated expression.

clang!

Suddenly, she slammed the crystal wine glass in her hand heavily on the table.

The crisp sound of the impact drowned out all the noise.

The entire room fell silent.

All the elves instinctively stopped what they were doing and looked at the queen, who sat motionless on the throne.

Fendona's heart was in her throat.

Lin Mo verbally abused a highly respected elder to the point of vomiting blood in front of the entire elven high society. He's finished now.

However, Queen Ellari's next move left all the elves speechless.

She looked coldly at Varelius, who was being helped up and whose mouth still had blood on it.

"Elder Varelius."

"You've disappointed me so much."

Varelius shuddered, struggling to explain himself:

"Your Majesty, I..."

"Shut up!"

Ellary's voice suddenly rose, filled with authority and anger.

"As an elder of the Elven race, instead of showing gratitude and respect to the benefactor who saved countless of our people, you resort to your pathetic arrogance and prejudice, subjecting us to utter ridicule and humiliation!"

"Is this how we elves treat our guests?!"

"Is this the elegance and nobility that has been passed down for thousands of years?!"

The Queen stood up, her magnificent robes billowing without wind, and an overwhelming aura instantly enveloped the entire room.

Look at yourselves!

She glanced around at the elven nobles who had been snickering moments before, but now all looked ashen-faced.

"Arrogance! Foolishness! Shortsightedness! Prejudice!"

With each word Ella spoke, her voice grew more stern.

"Have you all forgotten? How much land have we lost in centuries of war? How many compatriots have we sacrificed?"

"We've been forced into this last sanctuary; there's no turning back!"

"At this critical juncture of life and death, you're still clinging to that ridiculous sense of superiority!"

"I tell you! It is this deep-seated arrogance that is the root cause of our elven race's repeated defeats!"

"It blinds us, preventing us from seeing our shortcomings and causing us to reject every opportunity that could change our destiny!"

His words were powerful and thought-provoking!