"You weak human, how dare you?" An elven warrior roared, looking at Chris, his voice echoing across the area. This roar seemed to attract everyone's attention, and all of them looked at this confrontation with interest.
They were all watching this like they were watching a circus. Apollo naturally also watched the excitement.
Chris didn't seem to care about numerous eyes on him.
"How dare you, slave, dare to raise your voice against me even when your master didn't dare to?"
As he said that, he looked at the tall and handsome elven man standing behind him with a calm aura.
It was clear that because of the young man the elf soldier dared to confront Chris and made a scene out of it. The young man was another simp whose status wasn't weak; otherwise, not everyone could confront members of sovereign clans.
"Elrond, why didn't you dare to confront me head-on instead of letting a slave confront me? Don't tell me you are a coward and don't dare to face me yourself?"
