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For a moment, the atmosphere became eerily cold, and the young elves couldn't help but exchange glances. Freya straightened her posture, listening carefully to every word. Brynhild's pen was dancing swiftly on the white paper. Tyr was simultaneously taking notes and watching Li Lin, despite the fleeting fluctuation of her brows, the solemnity remained unchanged. The redness on Thor's face began to fade, and bafflement started to color his tense features.
"What is war?"
The next question seemed simple on the surface, but in reality, it hid profound wisdom.
The elves puffed up their chests. This question didn't seem challenging, they thought they knew the answer, they understood what war was.
"War is a slaughter, killing the enemy more quickly and effectively."
