There were many insults and complaints that came at me once they recovered from their shock, but they fell onto deaf ears.
I didn't care at all about what they said and just gave a nod to the knights for them to do their jobs.
The elves were brought out into a line and forced to lean forward.
Behind each of the elves was a knight that held a sharp mithril sword.
As they leaned forward, the elves kept cursing and begging for their lives, but not a single person was moved by their words.
The knights just looked down at the elves in front of them before turning to look at me, as if they were waiting for some signal from me.
I just gave a simple nod for them and then the swords that they had been holding up came down.
Even in the moment of their death, the elves never believed that they would really die.
After all, it really was too hard for them to believe that they would be killed like this.
