Natha could still vividly remember the battle between Roddy and Camilla. Their head-butts had shocked her to the core. It was still fresh in her memory.
Although Camilla had been subdued by Roddy in the end, his fighting style had left a deep impression on Natha. There were many similarities between a person's fighting style and a person's personality. For example, Camilla's tone when she took the initiative to strike up a conversation with Natha. Although she had tried her best to lower herself, Natha could still feel the dominance coming from her.
"700 years ago, the High Elf civilization was destroyed. Some of the remaining High Elves escaped into the forest, while others integrated into human society. Now, they are the so-called 'descendants' of the Wood Elves and myself. In terms of bloodline, you should be closer to the original High Elves. So I'm curious, why are you mixed in with the humans?"
Camilla walked a few steps closer to the edge of the balcony. She whispered about the secret history of the High Elves. Natha had never heard of this before. It was clearly recorded by the Holy Assembly.
However, Natha had no interest in responding. It was not because of Camilla's attitude or tone, but because Roddy's "trust" in Camilla made Natha very unhappy. She could not develop a good impression of Camilla.
Natha did not know if it was jealousy or some other emotion. She only knew that she and Roddy had gone through many life-and-death situations before they could trust each other. But this woman in front of her had been trusted by Roddy unconditionally the first time they met.
She was not comfortable with this, so she had always been hostile towards Camilla.
"You are very loyal to Roddy. Has he ever helped you?" Camilla did not realize that she had been blacklisted by Natha. She continued to ask, "Or … does he have a special reason for you to respect him?"
"He is my teacher."
Natha looked at her calmly. "I am his student. It's that simple."
Camilla choked on her words. Her eyes widened. After a while, she continued, "Roddy is a human, and you are a Wood Elf. How can you be together?"
"If the High Elves and humans can be together, why can't I?"
Natha had been speaking Bulinga all along. She was not proficient in the language, so she did not realize the double meaning in the sentence.
Camilla's heart skipped a beat as she suddenly asked, "That means … you like Roddy?"
Natha's ears trembled slightly, and a faint blush appeared on her neck, but her expression did not change. After a slight hesitation, she quietly changed the topic and softly said, "I'm afraid you still don't know how you came back after you fainted, right?"
Natha wasn't slow. Her words were like a counterattack, causing Camilla's expression to freeze.
Camilla wanted to nod her head and admit it, but then she tried to tense her body and did not dare to move at all. She understood that if she went along with his words, she would lose the initiative in the conversation.
So she immediately prepared to change the topic, but Natha did not give her the chance. She bluntly said, "Your topic has always been related to Roddy. Why?"
She looked at Camilla and said in a calm and steady voice, "Are you trying to use awkward topics to disrupt my train of thought and then use the opportunity to get information from me? I'm afraid I have to disappoint you. I have no comment. "
Natha threw these words coldly and turned to leave without hesitation. She did not wait for Camilla's reply at all. She only turned back when she was near the stairs and softly said, "Although Roddy trusts you, I hate you."
Perhaps only Natha could say that she hated others so bluntly. Camilla looked at Natha's back and could not help but feel an indescribable sense of defeat. There was also a hint of anger in her. Why is this Wood Elf so smelly and stubborn? She doesn't even give me any face?
"Hmph … Those who have a crush on Master never have a good ending!"
Camilla sullenly cursed. She had indeed wanted to get some information about Roddy from Natha. After all, she did not know what Roddy had done in the past … But not only did Natha "block" everything, she even made Camilla feel a little uncomfortable and embarrassed. She really wanted to know how she came back …
Clearly, not only did Camilla not gain any advantage over Natha, she had also been ruthlessly "tricked" by her.
There was no sword or sword in a battle between women. Most of the time, it was just a few seemingly insignificant words. And the first "battle" between the two descendants of the High Elves, Natha and Camilla, quietly ended in a few minutes.
This time, the Wood Elf Natha won completely.
*****
While Elson was shrouded in the quiet night, on the other side of the Gondola Mountains, the atmosphere in the undead Tasman Empire was getting more and more gloomy.
Although it was spring, the Gondola Mountains blocked the warm and humid air, causing the weather in the capital of St. Karen to still be dry and cold. At night, the temperature was still close to zero.
On the ancient streets, patrolling soldiers silently walked across the suspension bridge. There were not many people on the streets, and the lonely atmosphere shrouded the area. But it invisibly set off the liveliness of the "Oldmantius Palace" in the center of the city.
But this "liveliness" was not a compliment. It originated from the dispute between Augustine and the Noble Parliament.
From a political point of view, the parliamentary system of the Tasman Kingdom was different from any other country. A strong monarch had a certain amount of power, but at the same time, he had to accept the restrictions of a group of old fellows in the parliament. Compared to the generally short-lived human kingdoms, this system was clearly more suitable for the immortal undead. Because of this, for hundreds of years, the Tasman Kingdom had been steadily advancing under such "checks and balances."
Augustine and the Parliament of Nobles would always have major and minor conflicts in terms of ideology and strategy. As a powerful and somewhat radical monarch, the struggle between him and the stubborn conservative old fellows was almost a fixed part of the story. From Ansardin, Marg, to sending Belom to search for "recharging crystals", the struggle between him and these old fellows had never stopped.
And this' search for the rechargeable crystals' could be considered as the fiercest clash between him and the Parliament … If he succeeded, his words would reach the pinnacle, and he would hold unprecedented power. That was why the nobles in the Parliament collectively objected. But as Belorme progressed smoothly, Augustine seemed to have an overwhelming advantage over the other nobles.
The letter that Belom sent around the new year made the old fellows in the parliament feel a serious sense of crisis.
He broke through the defense line with irresistible force and quickly completed several tasks. Belom even easily killed "Captain Roddy," who had brought shame to the kingdom. One by one, the undead in the kingdom rejoiced. At the same time, the faces of the old fellows in the parliament became increasingly ugly.
Augustine thought that the operation would proceed smoothly as usual, but things developed beyond his expectations. After that letter, there was suddenly no news from Belom, and he completely lost contact with him.
Three whole months of silence, and Augustine was once again in a disadvantageous position. And yesterday afternoon, Belom's "Soul Box" suddenly shattered, and Augustine was completely disheartened. Everyone knew that Belom was really dead this time. No matter what happened to him, the death of the leader of the team, and not a single one of the three hundred blood crows replied meant that the operation had completely failed!
Augustine's gamble … had been lost.
"Bang!"
A pale fist slammed on the solid, cold stone throne, and the dull sound echoed in the spacious palace.
After persevering for three months, all he got in return was Belorme's death and the ridicule of those old guys. No matter how shrewd Augustine was, he couldn't hold back the anger in his chest at this moment.
"What the hell is going on?!"
He roared uncontrollably, but his eyes were fixed on the "Soul Box" that originally contained the fragments of Belom's soul. Unlike Ansadin, Augustine found that he could not extract any of Belom's memories or anything else!
This remnant of the soul was pale and spiritless, as if it had died like its owner …
This kind of situation had never happened before. Even with Augustine's valiant standard of being above level 60, he still couldn't find out the reason. Such a strange thing even made him feel that his defeat this time was inexplicable.
He wanted to investigate, but he did not know where Belom had died. He wanted to hold someone accountable, but he knew that the entire team had probably been wiped out.
Three hundred blood crows was not a small number, but now they could not be recovered. This meant a significant loss to the whole of Tasman.
Most importantly … the parliament had pushed the blame for the failure of this operation onto Augustine's head. Because of his arbitrary actions, the kingdom had lost an important strategic resource and disrupted the situation in the Cullen Kingdom. They had alerted the enemy and the gains did not make up for the losses.
Do not think that these were just words. The 'Noble Parliament' believed that Augustine's recklessness had caused the whole kingdom to pay the price. Therefore, in the following period of time, the resources and power in Augustine's hands would inevitably be greatly reduced!
Even though he was full of anger, Augustine could only choose to sit on his throne in silence when he did not have the resources and power to organize his revenge. He endured, endured, and waited for the right time to take revenge.
The undead had waited for too long, and Augustine did not mind waiting a little longer. He wanted to see the Kingdom of Karen destroyed in his own hands. This was a goal that he had to achieve!
"Patience … patience … When the established plan is implemented, there will be time to deal with these humans."
He slowly opened his eyes, and a ruthless glint flashed across them. Then, he straightened his body and regained his usual calm and composure.
He was Augustine, the greatest monarch of the undead since ancient times, and even in the future.
*****
April 13th, early morning.
Standing on the balcony, Roddy looked at the huge city in front of him and sighed in his heart, "Life is unpredictable."
He clearly remembered that it had been a whole year since he woke up in the Nehemiah Steppe.
Under the straw hut in Norland Village, Roddy asked his comrades around him a strange question, "What day is today?" And the answer he got was, "April 10th."
A year had passed. From an inconspicuous scout at the border, Roddy had become the master of a huge city. Although this city could only be regarded as an empty city at the moment, Elson would inevitably become the brightest pearl of the entire Kingdom of Karen in the future.
Looking up, the pitch-black Pasha Magic Tower stood in his field of vision. The tower's shadow left a long trace in the inner city. The city's neat layout did not feel messy at all. The smooth and clean roads were all built in the style of the High Elves, completely different from the cramped and dirty city of Hollier.
Looking into the distance, Roddy could see the soldiers on the ring road in the inner city. Carter was leading the soldiers in shouting slogans, their orderly footsteps faintly drifting in the morning wind.
"The order to prepare to depart has been issued. It is estimated that we will depart at noon."
Sodelor's voice came from behind, as solemn as ever.
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