Chapter 580 Don't Touch Me

The Elven Queen was most proud of her noble status as a pure-blooded elf.

But now, this bloodline had been tainted.

The thing she was proudest of had completely shattered.

She felt the world collapse.

She broke down.

The Elven Queen rushed into the enemy crazily. The corners of her eyes turned dark red like a ghost. A black evil aura erupted from her body, forming countless ghost claws that grabbed at the enemy!

After the Goffins at the front were touched by the ghost claws, black patches immediately appeared on their skin.

The ones who were more seriously affected lost their minds on the spot and became monsters.

Seeing this, Norman immediately ordered the Goffins to retreat and attack the Elven Queen with catapults.

They had bought these catapults at a high price from the dwarfs in the past. They could use them today.

Blood flowed from the Elven Queen's forehead after she was hit by the rock, but she didn't seem to notice the pain. She continued to smile strangely and ferociously.

The crazier she was, the stronger the evil aura that erupted from her body.

Norman shouted, "Keep throwing!"

The other elves did not step forward. They just watched as the once most respected queen was surrounded by the enemy. No one helped.

Murphy asked them to help save her.

But Milo said, "She's no longer our queen. She's a dirty night elf now. All the night elves in the world should die."

The other elves echoed, "Old Milo is right! Night elves deserve to die!"

To them, bloodline determined everything.

As her bloodline was tainted now, everything she had done for the elves was erased.

The Elven Queen had once used this rule to deal with people in her tribe who were accidentally contaminated and became night elves. Now that this rule was applied to her, it could be considered karma.

Seeing that the others were unwilling to help, Murphy could only enter the enemy camp alone. He kept drawing his bow and shooting arrows, killing the enemies who were operating the catapults.

Seeing this, Norman rode the ferocious beast toward Murphy.

The two sides collided fiercely, sending sparks flying.

The giant raised a huge rock and smashed it at the Elven Queen!

The Elven Queen quickly retreated.

The rock missed.

However, the catapults were deployed at the same time. Countless stones smashed at the Elven Queen. She kept dodging, but in the end, she was still hit several times. Her forehead was hit by the stones, and blood flowed down her forehead.

The Elven Queen was getting more and more wounds. She was still laughing. "I'm not polluted. I'm not a night elf!"

Murphy wasn't good at close combat. He called Lance out.

"I'll leave it to you."

The body changed hands, and Lance appeared.

As Norman's sharp claws swept over, Lance disappeared like a ghost.

The next moment, he appeared behind Norman and pressed the dagger against his neck.

Norman felt a chill on his neck.

The dagger cut his throat, and blood splattered.

Lance retreated, his gaze cold.

Norman's eyes widened in disbelief as he fell to the ground. Blood kept flowing from the wound on his neck, forming a blinding pool of blood under him.

Without looking at him again, Lance disappeared again.

He approached the Elven Queen silently, grabbed her by the hair, and roughly dragged her away.

Lance was different from Murphy.

Murphy would try to be kind to the Elven Queen on account of their mother-and-son relationship, but Lance had no kinship with her.

He only hated her.

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If Murphy hadn't insisted on saving her, Lance wouldn't have attacked at all. He wished she would die on the battlefield!

Lance dragged the Elven Queen out of the battlefield as if she were prey.

He released his fingers and let the Elven Queen fall to the ground.

Lance crossed his arms and looked down at the Elven Queen. The corners of his mouth curled into a mocking smile. "To think that you would end up like this."

She hated night elves the most in her life, but now, she had fallen to the level of a night elf.

It was ironic.

The other elves around him retreated, not daring to approach Lance.

In their eyes, Lance was not only dirty but extremely dangerous.

In the past, someone looked down on Lance's background and tried to bully him. In the end, he cut off the tendons in the man's hands and tied him up with vines. He was hung on a big tree for an entire day and night. In the end, that person was crippled by him.

It was also because of this that the elves collectively looked for the Elven Queen and asked to chase Murphy and Lance out of Elven God Mountain.

The Elven Queen couldn't resist the pressure. In the end, she could only watch Murphy leave.

Murphy had been traveling for many years and happened to meet Lin Huanhuan, which explained the next series of events that took place.

Lance glanced at the elves and sneered. "A bunch of trash."

The elves were angry but did not dare to say anything.

Without the Elven Queen in the way, the giants no longer had anything to fear. They strode forward and stepped on all the enemies in their way!

Norman was killed, and the warriors of the Goffins were leaderless. A few generals fought over command. There was internal strife.

Lance took the opportunity to drag the Elven Queen up the mountain.

The remaining elves looked at each other.

Without the Elven Queen's guidance, they didn't know what to do next.

Seeing that the giants were getting closer and closer, the respected Old Milo said, "Let's go to the top of the mountain and beg for the protection of the Tree of Life."

Thinking of the Tree of Life, everyone perked up and ran toward the top of the mountain.

The elves were very fast, and it didn't take long for them to leave the giants far behind.

Lance was the first to reach the top of the mountain. He dropped the Elven Queen under the Tree of Life. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the dominance of his body was back in Murphy's hands.

Murphy squatted down and held the Elven Queen's shoulder.

The Elven Queen was covered in wounds. She no longer had her usual elegance and beauty. She was in a sorry state.

She was laughing until tears came to her eyes.

Her tears mixed with blood and became very dirty.

Murphy called her mother several times.

Whether it was because of the Tree of Life or because of her son's call, the Elven Queen gradually calmed down.

She looked at Murphy in front of her and said hoarsely, "I'm done for..."

Murphy helped her tuck her hair behind her ears and wipe the dirt off her face. He comforted her gently, "Don't worry, everything will be fine. Even if you become a night elf, you'll still be my mother."

"No, I'm not worthy of being your mother. All night elves deserve to die, and I'm no exception."

Murphy couldn't convince her to agree with the existence of the night elves.

She wouldn't even let Murphy touch her.

"I'm dirty. Don't touch me. I'll contaminate you."

Murphy looked helpless. "Can't you get over it?"

The Elven Queen took a green gem from her arms. She touched the emerald longingly, then pressed it into Murphy's hand.

"It's the heart of fairy. It's an inherited token of the Elf King. As long as you can obtain its recognition, you can become the new Elf King."