"You purposely proposed two conditions that I cannot accept so that I refuse them, and then feel guilty and have no choice but to agree to your third condition. That's a great negotiation skill."
The Elven Lord suddenly smiled strangely and said: "However, the gray tablet is possibly a legendary Fate Tablet. You don't think that I'll let you see it just like that?"
Yang Feng's gaze gradually became cold and surged with killing intent: "That's indeed what I think. For you elves, it's just an ordinary gray tablet, just a relic of the first Elven Lord. I just want to take a look, not take it away. Of course, if you don't show it to me, Your Majesty, then even if I have to destroy your entire race, I will get it!"
The Elven Lord stared at Yang Feng carefully for a while, and then smiled and said: "Compared to my entire race, the gray tablet is indeed lackluster. However, I have a condition. I want to be present when you take a look at it."
Yang Feng's eyes are filled with firmness. As a knowledgeable and experienced individual, the Elven Lord knows that Yang Feng isn't kidding.
Once the Elven Lord refuses Yang Feng, the latter will spare no cost to uproot the elven race and seize the Fate Tablet.
Only fate force can contend with fate force. In addition, only absolute power can break all boundaries and counter fate force.
Since Yang Feng doesn't has the absolute power of a Warlock Emperor to break fate force, he can only use fate force to counter fate force. If he does nothing, he will be slayed by the Hero in the future. This is his fate, an inevitable fate.
The Elven Lord spread the fingers of his hand, gray light shone from his hands, and a palm-sized, dull gray tablet without anything standing out appeared in his hands.
The Elven Lord spoke meaningfully: "This is the tablet the first Even Lord left. It is most likely a Fate Tablet of legend. It doesn't appear anything special when in my hands. However, all the Heroes have come to borrow this tablet."
Yang Feng grabbed the gray tablet. No matter how he looks at it, it is an ordinary tablet without any special power.
"Fate Algorithm!" Yang Feng operated the secret method. There was an enigmatic flash in his eyes, and he looked towards the ordinary tablet. Countless weird and mysterious Fate Algorithm components containing fate force slowly emerged from the ordinary tablet.
Yang Feng took a closer look, memorized this part of the Fate Algorithm recorded on that Fate Tablet. He secretly made a fake Fate Tablet and replaced the real one with it.
The Elven Lord observed Yang Feng carefully, but he didn't see anything strange. The fate force emanating from the Fate Tablet cannot be perceived by Legend powerhouses.
Yang Feng is only able to see through the Fate Tablet because he practices the Fate Algorithm.
Yang Feng smiled slightly and handed the Fate Tablet to the Elven Lord: "Your Majesty, thank you for your help! I will have my people retreat immediately."
"Your Majesty, it seems that you gained a lot from the Fate Tablet." The Elven Lord took the Fate Tablet. After a moment of silence, he said unhurriedly: "In fact, it's not that I have no hatred towards humans. Unfortunately, the power of fate cannot be violated. Fate cares for humans. In every era, the humans give birth to a Hero who is despairingly powerful. If we elves join forces with you demons, then our future prospects will be far from good."
Yang Feng smiled and said: "I understand! Be at ease, Your Majesty, the war between us demons and humans won't spill over to you elves."
The Elven Lord asked, curious: "What do you plan to do with the beastmen? They also are suspected to have a Fate Tablet. However, beastmen hate demons to the bone. And unlike me, the Beastman Lord isn't easy to deal with."
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