"Morsa!"
The Great Elder was immediately furious, his body swaying slightly, and the shell behind him trembling continuously.
Looking at the Great Elder of the Elder Council in front of her, Morsa sighed slightly, "You are the Great Elder of our Sea Elf Race's Elder Council, and I have always held you in the highest respect."
"However, this time, I cannot heed your advice."
"You should understand better than anyone else that those forces on the East and West Continents are more like wolves than the Undead Forces. Hoping they will help us reclaim our territory is pure daydreaming. It's more likely that we will be sold by them and still have to thank them."
"I'm sorry, as the king of the Sea Elf Race, I will live and die with the Sea Elf Race. If the Sea Elf Race falls, then I, as king, will face death! I will not live ignobly!"
