There were no victors in war. Unlike those legends and epics, war would only leave behind hatred and ruins, as well as a chain of hatred that would linger until the end of the world.
Most normal people wouldn't like war, so why was there still war? Perhaps it was because of personal benefits. As long as there was no effective mechanism to resolve conflicts and conflicts, plus there were ambitious people manipulating and fanning the flames from behind the scenes, there would be no end to this war.
In this war that engulfed the entire Northlands, the beastmen were fighting for their homeland, while the elves were fighting for their former glory. From their perspective, they weren't doing anything wrong.
And looking at history, as the ones who started this war, they were all the losers in previous wars. This war was no different from all previous wars, as they were all fighting for their own species' survival space.
However, there were some things that couldn't be determined by right or wrong. No matter what reason they had for starting this war, this land of ice and snow had already been soaked in blood. Countless souls had cursed the Gods and the invaders before they died. The relationship between the various races that had just thawed returned to the freezing point in this war.
"Someone has to pay the price!"
Settling accounts after the war seemed to have become an inevitable rule. The warmonger who failed would be dragged to the judge's stand to receive an absolutely unfair judgment. At such a time, even the most impartial judge would choose to be blind and sentence the criminal to death several dozen times over as the victims cried and roared in anger.
Alright, I knew that this was meaningless, but sometimes, it was quite satisfying.
Not only was this a way for the innocent to rest in peace, it was also a way for the survivors to vent their hatred. The sinners had to be judged, and this was the fastest way for the survivors to eliminate their hatred and return to a peaceful life.
But this time, after the war ended, it was time for the usual settling of accounts. However, there was a small problem.
In terms of losses, perhaps even Sleuweir, which suffered the worst losses, couldn't compare to the country that started this war. Over and over again, the highland beastmen lost the blood and flesh that they had accumulated for more than a hundred years. It was obvious that they wouldn't be able to recover for a long time after the war. And since the beastmen had a tradition of leading the charge, most of the beastmen's leaders had died in this war.
"Kill those beastmen bastards! We want revenge! What do you mean children and women are innocent? Didn't those Beastmen kill for them? They can kill our children and women, why can't we kill theirs?! "
When the joy of surviving by a fluke dissipated, they looked at the devastated world. The survivors clamored to attack the plains, kill all the Beastmen, and completely annihilate the Beastman race.
The grievances of the people were very troublesome, especially the grievances of those who had suffered the pain of war. Some things were very difficult to reason with. You could say, "Don't take the initiative to start a new war," and then talk about the consequences of starting a new war. All they needed to do was say, "Can't we take revenge? Why are they the only ones who can kill our people? "Your efforts will be wasted.
"… Even without the 'no war' principle, our country wouldn't be able to withstand a new war right now. The beastmen of the plains wouldn't just sit back and watch the humans carry out a massacre out of vengeance, would they?
If the highland beastmen were allowed to do as they pleased, it would be a calamity for future generations. I indeed had a plan to deal with this, but now obviously wasn't the time to start a new conflict.
"Then find some sinners. It just so happens that there's a bunch of leftovers who are still committing crimes. Let's use them as an example to others. "
Perhaps it was worth "rejoicing" that the beastmen didn't die out on that difficult night. Even among the Beastmen, not every single one of them was a warrior who didn't fear death. Many tribe leaders didn't bring their tribesmen into that meat grinder-like city of death. Instead, they chose to escape under the cover of night.
And when their return journey became incredibly difficult, they naturally became the most dangerous of bandits in order to survive. That was why I sent out all of my Aurora Knight warriors to hunt them down when the situation stabilized.
And so, even though there weren't that many of them, they became the most dangerous enemies thanks to my propaganda. Camel Baba and the forty Jackal Bandits, three female Tigermen, and a hundred and five male beastmen were already on my wanted list. But soon, they would be escorted in prison carts and paraded through the streets of every city. They would enjoy the insults and stones of the survivors. Finally, they would be judged based on their crimes and would most likely be hanged on the gallows.
History had already proven that the moment the invaders failed, they would become the most pitiful species in the war. Their territories would be occupied, and revenge and revenge would definitely come. Nobody would pity them for their losses in the war, because they deserved it. They were both the victims of the war, as well as the instigators of the war.
Apart from these tangible and intangible things, out of consideration for the future, the victors would not give the losers a chance to rise again. All kinds of harsh treaties would inevitably swarm in, and the originally arrogant invaders, as the losers, would have to agree to the harshest conditions in order to survive in the world.
And these harsh conditions and humiliating conditions would often lead to conflicts in the future, which would eventually lead to a new round of war.
And so, I was especially careful in dealing with the beastmen after the war. Even though I already had a contingency plan, I still invited my advisors to discuss it repeatedly.
Under my signal, my advisors spoke up one by one, but they were all useless. Things like restricting trade, cutting off the supply routes, forcing the beastmen to hand over hostages and war reparations, and so on. I was already drowsy from listening to them.
"Cough, restricting trade? Even if they wanted to trade, would there still be any merchant caravans traveling between the two sides? It would be strange if they weren't treated as spies and killed. Cutting off the supply routes? Let's first redraw the map that Ömdiroken made meaningless. Forcing the beastmen to hand over hostages and reparations? At least do your homework. There are so many beastmen tribes out there, and you want them to hand over hostages and reparations? If you push them too far, it'll be another calamity. "
But when my advisor named Pilobs spoke up, I immediately woke up, startled awake.
"The ancient chieftain system needs to be abolished. Only a republic can save the world! In order to completely eliminate all conflicts and wars, we need a great revolution to eradicate the ancient and ignorant authoritarian system … "
My advisor's previous uncreative speech made me want to sleep, but this advisor's speech was quite creative. But to abolish the foundational feudal monarchy system of this world? This advisor was quite daring. More than 70% of the countries in Eich were monarchies. Wasn't he afraid of being burned at the stake for such an extreme?
"… Chop off the heads of those selfish chieftains and chieftains and create a brand new social system. Allow the foolish beastmen to also create their own efficient new republic. That way …"
I couldn't help but size up this rather gentle young man. He was so worked up that his spittle flew everywhere, his fists were clenched tightly, and his eyebrows were furrowed. It was as if his body was filled with endless flames of anger. He was quite similar to the legendary revolutionaries in the novels. But for him to say such unrealistic and far-fetched words in a feudal era, I was even beginning to wonder if he was a transmigrator.
"… Then we can ask them for war reparations and hostages!"
Alright then, I take back what I just said. This guy was nothing more than a madman. After all, he was still trying to obtain war reparations and hostages?
"My apologies, Milord. Pilobs just isn't in a good state at the end. He just suffered a setback in his relationship, got dumped, and had his head smashed by a rock. Recently, he's been a little …"
My advisor shook his index finger and then pointed at Pilobs's head, indicating that something was wrong. Pilobs then seemed to become even more worked up. His colleagues hurriedly pulled him down, deeply afraid that he would say something even more ridiculous.
"… You rotten remnants of feudalism will never be able to defeat the holy bourgeois warriors. The heads of the foolish kings will fall to the ground one by one, and the great republic will rise. This will be a storm, a great storm that nobody will be able to avoid. You idiots … "
Alright then, Pilobs' comrade finally gagged his mouth. He quieted down a little as he was dragged out, but he still fiercely struggled.
"Shut up! Ahhh! Don't bite me! I'm trying to help you, don't bite me! "
"Cough, it seems that our advisor is under too much pressure and needs some time to rest. Give him half a year of leave, and if he still hasn't rested enough, give him another half a year."
Although I said this, the conference room remained silent. I knew that if this continued, there wouldn't be any results, so I could only toss out my own plan.
"Didn't Anya say that her tribe also wants to come to the surface? Actually, the highlands are a good place, at least much better than the pitch-black underground. Let them come. Our participation will only worsen the conflict. The beastmen have their own rules, and it's best to let the beastmen deal with the beastmen themselves … "
I talked for several hours, but in the end, it was still the same. And after this issue was resolved, the second problem was even more of a headache.
"Elves? That's really troublesome. "
If I had to choose the unluckiest side in this battle, the elves would definitely be the best choice. The Guardian God had died, and the main armies of the four northern Kingdoms of the Elves had all been annihilated. Although the Tassel Kingdom still had a certain amount of combat strength, all of its royal family members had died, and it was hard to say whether or not their combat strength could even be considered elves.
From a certain standpoint, the Tassel Kingdom royal family was one of the main culprits. However, the previous Elven King had already perished together with Felix, and punishing the banshee Suana, who had always been anti-war, would be even more unjustified.
And this wasn't even the biggest problem. The biggest problem was the sudden change in the current living environment. The self-sustaining ecosystem that had existed for thousands of years had been broken, and the fatal climate had transformed into the harshest challenge to life. Currently, most of the residents were still fighting for survival.
"Forget it, let's not think about this anymore. Let's first focus on providing disaster relief. Otherwise, if everyone dies, talking about anything else will be pointless."
The Borealis had already finished its preparations. Once it unloaded the ores obtained from the barbarian tribe, the second rescue team would arrive first. And I was a member of this rescue team.
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