The Elders grouped under a huge Bloodwood tree. They chatted calmly, but there was hurriedness in their talk. La-Le-Ro also joined them.
“We need a thorough conversation about this.” One of the Elders said. “We cannot allow a cunt to rule us. How can our c***s stay lower than cunt?” he was angry.
“As I have heard, Ge-Ro-La made this rule. We cannot deny the prime father.” Another one said in a hushed tone.
“I don’t want a Sheolft as my successor.” La-Le-Ro voiced his opinion. “Me-Te-Ra rejected the crown and Ra-En-Dro should wear it. The battle was not completely over. Ra-En-Dro hasn’t been defeated.” He had his own reasons to justify it.
“He was unarmed and injured. He was down on the ground. His head was covered with soil. How could you say he wasn’t defeated?” the Elder of the MeWoL
