The sword tip stopped at the tip of Silver Coin's nose.
"If you dare deceive me, I'll hang you," Gailard's tone was a bit agitated because Silver Coin had said that he had brought the World Tree here.
Silver Coin curled his lips, these elves, even their threats were so weak and futile. What was so frightening about being hanged? That was the least intimidating form of death, who among the truly desperate would fear that?
Didn't the elves have crueler methods? They didn't, for instance, plant a Bloodsucking Vine inside the body, using the body as a nutrient basin, the vine wrapping around the body, breaking bones and tendons but not killing the host.
Or use the body to cultivate magic mushrooms. The spores of the magic mushroom sowed into the flesh, like an infection, consciously watching as one's flesh transformed into fungi, growing into magic mushrooms, the whole process of the skin and flesh separating causing unbearable itching and agony.
