The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 703 Mutation
The Light Elf Castle, which was originally filled with joy, was now replaced by a tense atmosphere.

For thousands of years, due to their living environment, the light elves rarely felt the emotion of anger, but now facing the kidnapped cubs, they experienced it to the extreme.

The spear in his hand creaked as it was squeezed. If he hadn't been concerned about the kidnapped children, these sharp spear tips would have pierced more than a dozen bloody holes in Malekith's body.

"I'll ask Malekith again." The Elf Queen gnashed her silver teeth. "What do you want?"

Although Malekith had hostages in his hands, the Elf Queen still did not lower her stance. Although she was the weaker party now, blindly giving in would only lead to a deeper passivity. A certain degree of toughness could maintain a slight initiative.

But this is just a drop in the bucket. The Elf Queen is now like a wasp with its stinger pulled out, just struggling in its death throes.

"Knowledge," Malekith uttered slowly. "I need all the knowledge the Light Elves have accumulated since their creation."

"This is impossible!"

"We have accumulated this over and over again, step by step, day by day. How can we hand it over to a villain like you?"

Before the Elf Queen could even open her mouth, the guards around her could not help but curse. Knowledge is the most precious thing no matter where you are. It is no exaggeration to say that it is priceless.

The knowledge stored by the light elves since their birth is so huge that it is unimaginable. It includes magic, botany, zoology, astronomy, etc. Each one is very valuable. The most important of them is magic, and the rest of the knowledge is basically a by-product of studying magic.

The light elves are not stingy people. They generally do not hesitate to share their knowledge with guests, but that depends on who they are. An uninvited evil guest like Malekith is definitely not included in this category.

What's more, Malekith's notoriety is well-known in the Nine Realms. If he obtains all the knowledge of the Light Elves, who knows what kind of disaster he will cause.

Hearing the servants' objections, Malekith paused stroking the child's cheek. The next second, veins in his palm bulged and he pinched the child's cheek fiercely.

"Stop!" The Elf Queen quickly spoke up to stop him. Her eyes were always focused on Malekith and the child, so she was able to react when Malekith suddenly attacked.

"I'm talking to your queen. Just stand there quietly, little pawn." Malekith's harmonious smile formed a sharp contrast with the frightened expression of the child in his arms.

"You know, I'm a very timid person. If I were frightened by those gruff guards like you, I might even twist the kid's head off with a trembling hand."

The guards were unwilling, but they could only let Malekith do whatever he wanted. For immortals like them, continuing their offspring was a very troublesome matter. Otherwise, with their lifespan, even if they had the same production efficiency as the people in Midgard, it would not take more than two or three hundred years for Alfheim to be occupied by the light elves.

This is probably for the sake of ecological balance. The fertility rate of immortal species, including the light elves, is relatively low, so children are very important to them. This is also the reason why Malekith is fearless.

"Now, my queen, it's time for you to give me an answer," Malekith said, still gentle and polite. "What do you choose? The accumulated knowledge of the past, or the future of your race? What do you choose?" Neither the attendants nor the onlookers wanted the queen to agree to this deal. Only the light elves were harmed now, but if that knowledge were handed over to Malekith, the entire Nine Realms would be plunged into grave danger.

But no one is perfect, and no matter how kind and beautiful the light elves are, they are selfish. That is a child, the future of the light elves. It is clearly just a word of rejection, but no one can say it at this time.

The Elf Queen was the same. She frowned and was in a dilemma. Malekith did not say a word. He loved to see others struggling in pain. Of course, it would be even better if the person in pain was Thor.

Finally, the Elf Queen's brows relaxed and she opened her red lips: "I... reject your request!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole hall fell into a solemnity. Malekith looked at the Elf Queen in a daze. Obviously, this result was beyond his expectations.

"It is indeed hard to say that we should abandon our compatriots." The Elf Queen closed her eyes reluctantly, but she quickly opened them and looked directly into the eyes of the kidnapped child.

"But the Light Elves shouldn't drag the entire Nine Realms into trouble for their own selfish desires. Malekith, you are the epitome of darkness and vileness. I will never allow you to gain the knowledge of the Light Elves. There should be no more war in the Nine Realms."

As the Elf Queen said this, she raised her hand and was about to activate the communication crystal that had been held in her hand, but Malekith was faster than her. His hand, which had been prepared long ago, released a stream of purple energy that pierced the child's abdomen, and blood immediately flowed out.

The glaring color caught the eyes of everyone present. Malekith had killed the child so cleanly and neatly that no one present could react. The Elf Queen, who looked directly into the child's eyes, saw the anger gradually fade away.

Her heart suddenly skipped a beat, and all her strength was almost drained away. It was because of this that she was unable to activate the crystal immediately.

Malekith seized the opportunity and threw the child's body in his hand at the Elf Queen who was stunned by the excitement. Malekith, who lost his hostage, was immediately overwhelmed by the angry servants.

Looking at the child flying towards her from the sky, the Elf Queen felt as if her world had fallen into slow motion. She could clearly see the expressions of fear and disappointment on the child's face, which seemed to have turned into knives stabbing into her heart.

Perhaps she wanted to try to save the child who had not been dead for too long, or perhaps she did not want the child's body to be damaged any further. In any case, the Elf Queen reached out and caught the child who was thrown at her.

However, the blood was flowing out, so the Elf Queen held the child in her arms and cast healing magic immediately. To the queen's surprise, the wound was actually being healed little by little.

Healing magic cannot be used on corpses, which means the child can still be saved. The Elf Queen surprisingly healed the child and put her hand behind the child's head, hoping that the latter could lie more comfortably, as her compensation.

But when the Elf Queen lifted up the child's head, she was stunned, because the child's face had changed, from its original childishness to maturity and beauty. It was a face that any woman would be amazed by and would fall in love with involuntarily.

"Your heart is wavering, my queen~"

(End of this chapter)