"Did you pollute my power? The young night elf!"
Artemis glared at the tightly tied Stormrage.
To everyone's surprise, however, Stormrage was not afraid of Artemis rose. He stared at Artemis rose.
"Yes, I did it. My sin is to hurt the woman I love, not you! Besides, I'm not the moon mage, and you're not your servant!"
Stormrage raised his head and said.
"I don't care what you say. Your black skin and white hair can't lie to me. You are a night elf, and night elves were created by my magic!"
Artemis disdained what Stormrage said.
"In the elf clan, the strongest magic is Druid, not the moon magus, let alone this group of moon guards who are nobody."
Stormrage continued to defend himself. It was true that he looked down upon the magic of the moon from the bottom of his heart. Of course, he didn't like the magic of Druid. He liked the magic of demons.
After Stormrage finished speaking, he was whipped on his back. It was the moon guard who slapped him.