"Give me half, I have two cities." Liu Zhenhan thought, if I can't plant them here, then I'll plant them on Razor Mountain.
"If we return to the Surface World as you suggest, even if the Great Elf Empire really disappears and there are no more foolish and righteous elves to bother us, we still need to consider self-preservation. The Surface World is, after all, a place unknown to us. We gifted the Two-Headed Chimaera to you because the Eagle-Bull people can replace them, and our troops are very efficient. But the War Ancient Tree can't mature without three thousand years of growth. Even though we have seeds, the time and difficulty of planting make it impossible for us to bear." You Yue'er, the queen mother, shook her head firmly. "The War Ancient Tree is as important to us Fallen Elves as your Sacred Fire altar. Would you give your Sacred Fire to others?"
