Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 818 - 83: The Dark History of Elves

Chapter 818: Chapter 83: The Dark History of Elves

"I think what he said makes sense," Despite Muir being quite dissatisfied with being described as only capable of drawing nude women, Pannis finally stopped fussing about why his foot had been stepped on and, rubbing his face to dispel the earlier humor, seriously replied, "From the perspective of efficiency, choosing humans as targets is indeed the least suitable option. Of course, humans have the largest population and the highest proportion of ordinary people, making them easier to target, but to a demigod mage and a legendary magician, it makes no difference whether their target is an ordinary person, a lower rank, or even a Silver Rank professional. Thus, the only advantage in choosing humans is their large population. The problem is, it’s obviously better for such actions to be as secretive as possible, with fewer occurrences and minimal impact. Targeting ten humans doesn’t yield as much as targeting one elf would, and the death of one elf silently would definitely have less impact than the bizarre death of ten humans together. Don’t glare at me—I’m speaking the truth, and you can’t deny that this reasoning is correct."

Muir twitched the corners of his mouth and turned his head away, pretending he hadn’t heard anything. Pannis pursed his lips, ignoring his sulking friend, and continued, "Not to mention, if that unknown demigod, the mastermind behind the Sands of Time, took his most elite subordinates into the elves’ Lost Forest, or ventured into the Mountain Country to target one of the Hill Dwarves’ more populous villages for their plans, those races would find it difficult to find the culprit, and their gains might be even greater than now. However, what they are currently doing, causing thousands of bizarre concentrated deaths, has alerted the demigods of various forces, which does not meet the requirements for keeping actions secret."

"Who said they have to keep their actions secret?" Muir retorted, "What if they want to publicize their actions to showcase their strength or resolve?"

"Then why would they continue to secretly hide their identities like this?" Pannis countered, "Do you think they’re really that idle and bored, playing hide and seek with everyone in the Yarran World? And by not keeping their actions secret, do they plan to make enemies of all the demigods? What level of confidence must they have to think they can challenge the world’s powerful figures like that?"

"What if they’re hiding their identities just to avoid trouble?" Although Muir’s words sounded argumentative, those familiar with him could tell he was deliberately stirring trouble, "As for whether or not their actions are publicized, maybe they don’t care at all."

"I refuse to discuss this with you," Pannis made a contemptuous gesture and said to the girls, "See, the graceful and gentle elves you admire, this is their true face—petty and vindictive. Even a random bad word against their race would be remembered for thousands of years; they might even go to that person’s grave on their death anniversary to accuse the deceased, clearly taking advantage of the fact that the dead can’t climb out of their graves to argue back."

"Hey, asshole," Muir glared at Pannis and said, "Don’t spread rumors, we’ve never done such a thing."

"When have you done it? Let me think," Pannis counted on his fingers and said, "Four thousand three hundred, no, four thousand seven hundred years ago, during the Third Epoch, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten your own history—I don’t believe that for a second."

"That was a conclusion after the war was won, okay!" Muir couldn’t refute Pannis’s example, his tone even weakened significantly, "It’s not at all like you describe."

Actually, the events Pannis spoke of weren’t made up on the spot. They had indeed occurred in history, but of course, not as casual and trivial as Pannis described. Four thousand seven hundred years ago, in the middle of the Third Epoch, the War of Faith grew more intense. For deities, for faith, many countries and races erupted in fierce wars, wars that were long and cruel, sometimes lasting decades or even hundreds of years, ending only when one side completely fell. At that time, the two largest settlements between elves and Beastmen erupted in such a war, which lasted one hundred sixty years, finally ending with the victory of the elves. After their victory, the elves occupied the last stronghold of the hostile Beastmen, also the main camp of that beastman tribe, where the original tribe leader of the Beastmen who initiated the war had long since died. Thus, the elves delivered a long speech in front of the grave of that Beastman chieftain, accusing the Beastmen of numerous crimes. Although it was indeed the Beastmen who triggered the war initially, the conduct of the elves could hardly be considered glorious. In the peaceful periods of the Fourth Epoch, this sometimes became the butt of the jokes among friends from other races.

Of course, only friends who were very close and knew each other very well were qualified to do so. If they were just ordinary friends, casually touching on what one felt ashamed of could lead to cutting off ties suddenly, especially with a more emotionally charged elf.

Fortunately, the friendship between Pannis and Muir lacked such inhibitions. Although Muir acted very angry, even the ladies next to Pannis could clearly see they were only joking around. Pannis claimed he was fine now, having previously just felt a bit sad, but the girls growing closer to him could guess that he was mostly fooling around after he started speaking, actually trying to dilute his melancholy. As for Muir, he was indeed a good friend, having long realized this, and was just playing along.

However, Catherine still felt a headache coming and stopped the mock battle between the two friends, rubbing her forehead and saying, "Could you two help out, this is time for serious matters, although we’re also interested in this topic, can we change the setting and talk about it later, let’s prioritize the most pressing issues right now?"

"Hmph." Pannis and Muir both snorted heavily, turning their heads in opposite directions like two sulking children, refusing to look at each other. But soon, Pannis caved under Catherine’s intense gaze, clearing his throat and saying, "Alright, alright, stop looking. Can’t I talk about serious matters, huh? We were discussing... hey, what were we discussing?"

"You really are..." Catherine felt an itch in her teeth, wanting to bite someone, but she still suppressed her anger and answered, "You said they do not fit the characteristics of a covert operation."

"Right, right, actually, I remembered too, just wanted to test you guys, hey," Pannis said, catching the empty wine glass Lina casually tossed, chuckling, "Stop messing around, let’s talk business. Although I’ve been feeling that the mastermind behind might be a human, after listening to Philarx’s analysis, maybe I was mistaken."