"Patricia, do you really think your Elf Race still has a chance?"
The Black Dragon Gute flapped its enormous wings, floating slowly in the sky, its gaze fixed on the tiny figure before it as it spoke indifferently.
"The Elf Race isn't exactly a weak race. In my opinion, the wisest choice for the Elf Race now is to join our Demon Race. After all, the Demon Race is already large enough, and having one more race won't make much difference," Gute said slowly.
Although he had the bloodline of the Dragon Clan and belonged to the powerful Black Dragon lineage, he still had considerable apprehension towards the Elf Race.
The strength of the Elf Race was a strength of overall capability.
Just within the Elf Race, there were more than ten Earth Level experts!
This kind of power was something the Demon Race desperately wanted to grasp.
Of course, if the Elf Race would rather die than submit, they would have no choice but to use a heavy hand to eliminate this unyielding force completely.
