After understanding the situation on his mother's side, Lin continued to ask this young king about his father's situation. After all, he had just said that the previous king had died in a war, which meant that the Peiathaimei Kingdom was not so stable. Then, who would the potential enemies be if he stayed here? Even if he was not curious, he had to consider his own life.
However, which of the surrounding countries had the power to shake the Elven Kingdom? Or even kill the king? If such a thing really happened, it would be strange if they did not use the power of the entire country to fight a great war.
Compared to the outside world, the Peiathaimei Kingdom, which was more closed to news, was quite unfamiliar to someone. However, he had not heard of such a rumor in the past few years. Or was it something that happened decades ago, and that country had been destroyed long ago? The conflict on the border of the country now had nothing to do with the past.
However, the answer he got was both surprising and not so surprising. Ridan the Third said solemnly, "My father was killed by Khan Abdoharek in the process of fighting with the Centaur bandits."
If there were any race that could be categorized as evil upon hearing the name, the Centaur race was definitely one of them. They were tall and strong, and they moved like the wind. Their five senses were better than humans, and they were born with magic resistance. They could survive in all kinds of difficult and dangerous environments.
When these conditions were concentrated on a race, they would come to a conclusion: instead of working hard, it was better to rob … However, it did not mean that this race did not know how to work. It was just that in the situation of low productivity, the solution they sought was not to use technology to increase productivity, but to treat robbery as part of their work to fill the gaps in their lives.
The biggest difference between them and the nomads in the north of ancient China was that the Centaurs could not only show off their prowess on the grasslands. They could unleash terrifying combat power in forests, deserts, mountain areas, and all kinds of terrains. It could be said that they were a strong warrior race with no shortcomings. Fortunately, their shortcomings were also obvious. Just like the Elves, their fertility was not high. If they accidentally kicked an iron plate, it would be easy for all of them to die.
However, this led to another question. How many Centaur bandits did they have to be able to challenge the Elven Kingdom? "Is this an alliance of centaur tribes?" The question arose because the young king had mentioned the term 'khan'.
The pronunciation of the name 'Mysterious Land' was quite similar to that of Earth, and the meaning was similar as well. This surprised a certain someone and made him wary of the Centaur who held this title. The title of 'Khan' wasn't something that just anyone could use.
"The number of invaders is not certain. Sometimes there are many invaders, and sometimes there are only a few. According to my Minister of War, even at their peak, these bandits were no match for my kingdom's army. But they come and go like ghosts. Most of the time, we can only disperse our forces to defend the key points in different areas. Then, the defending troops will do their best to delay the enemy and wait for reinforcements to surround and support them. "
There was nothing wrong with both sides' tactics. Of course, the Centaurs had to rely on their mobility to toy with the Elven army. Furthermore, the Centaurs had the highest endurance among all living creatures. They were not something that ordinary cavalry could keep up with. Luo birds might be okay, but the coordination between knights and mounts was ultimately not as good as the four legs of other people.
He wanted to continue asking more questions, but at this moment, a low voice that he had never heard before came from the side with a hearty laugh. "Sir Cuipwood, I didn't expect you to come to my king's banquet. Have you enjoyed the delicacies of my elves? "
The Prime Minister of the kingdom, Luca Titov, whom he had only seen in the morning, walked over from not far away with a group of old elves. Looking at the formation, there were more people than when they had met in the morning, and they all looked dignified. They were not just some small people who were old.
Next to them was an elven warrior who was sweating profusely. Judging from their appearance, they should be the king's personal guards.
They could not withstand the rude mage's casual questions, nor could they stop their naive king from answering seriously. The minister who was supposed to accompany the king to entertain the silver-bearded dwarf, an ancient ally, was also called away by the Prime Minister of the kingdom for a meeting. With no other choice, they could only choose to disturb the ministers' meeting.
Compared to the amiable expressions of Luca Titov and the other old elves whom he had met before, the old elves who he had never seen before all had sinister expressions as they glared fiercely at a certain someone. It seemed that there were also hawks and doves among the elves. He just did not know if there were any melodramatic court jokes. But how did he provoke them?
Someone did not have the awareness that he was spying on national intelligence at all. Lin felt that he was just chatting with the boy next door and asking about gossip related to him. So he did not have much disgust towards a group of old men who had appeared out of nowhere and firmly held the dominant position in the conversation. Anyway, it did not matter what they were chatting about. At a banquet like this, eating and drinking were more important.
If there was one thing that did not match the banquet scene, it would be the dejected Jermaine who was watching the program being cleared. Drunk, his emotions were also expanded by several times. His chest was filled with regret, and it felt like he was about to vomit.
If someone knew, he would only say that he drank too much. The elves' wine was sweet and delicious, but the aftereffects were strong. There was no control when drinking, and it was very easy to drink until you died for no reason.
As for the other three silver-bearded dwarves, no one sympathized with a certain guy who asked for it. Or rather, they did not add insult to injury, which was already very worthy of the friendship between the elves.
They also learned from a certain someone, chatting with the rich elves while desperately eating the food on the table. In their homeland where resources were limited, it was shameful to waste. Even if they came to the surface, the silver-bearded dwarves were not used to the attitude of squandering.
After sending off the guests, the old ministers of the Elven Kingdom surrounded the young king and returned to the meeting hall, sitting in their respective seats. The king, who was still quite unfamiliar with his position, felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by a group of old men. He felt a little uncomfortable and said, "Everyone, there is something to discuss."
Although he sat on the most honorable throne, the young king spent most of his time as a spectator, watching the ministers argue with each other and coming to a conclusion that no one was satisfied with. Of course, there were many things that he did not understand, which was the biggest reason why he could not get a word in as a king.
Perhaps it was just as the human Mage said. He should ask more instead of always being a spectator.
However, it was not always the case that the young king could stay out of it. When the ministers were arguing, they would also ask their young king for his opinion. It had nothing to do with whether he understood or not. It was mainly to get a different perspective on things, to see if he could jump out of the original debate and find a different path.
Every time this happened, Ridan the Third would be very happy, feeling that he could finally help. However, such opportunities were rare. These capable ministers could always handle things well. The "king" was really dispensable.
After obtaining the king's consent, the prime minister of the kingdom asked the royal guards to retreat and guard outside the meeting hall. Only then did Luca Titov say, "Your Majesty. I am here to report the information about the advancement of the World Tree obtained from Mage Cupwood. "
The prime minister of the kingdom spoke clearly and methodically described the attitudes of the other high officials of the Turtledove Alliance, the needs and actions behind the advancement of the World Tree, and the risks and success rate.
For the Elven Kingdom, the growth of the World Tree represented the improvement of the kingdom's strength. Perhaps they did not get along with the wood elves and had different attitudes toward the World Tree, but the importance they attached to it was even greater. Therefore, they also had a need for the advancement of the World Tree. It could even be said that they had a need.
However, the two factions could not agree on whether the advancement of the World Tree should be done by themselves after obtaining the method or with the help of external forces.
Of course, both had their pros and cons. It would be best if they could grasp the method themselves. They did not have to hand over their lifeline to others, and they could make their own decisions when faced with various choices. Perhaps the decision might not be the best, but after all, they had done it themselves. They could only bear the responsibility for the good and the bad.
The disadvantages were also very obvious. They either needed time to "grasp" the method, or they could use that "His Majesty" as an experimental subject to learn the correct method from possible mistakes.
… What a joke! If they screwed up, that "His Majesty" would be 50% or 50%. Who could bear the responsibility? This was not something that one or two elves, or one or two families, could bear.
As for the situation of borrowing external forces … Not only the two mages in the kingdom, but even the other high officials of the Turtledove Alliance could be roped in to help. According to the mage, the only thing they could do was to calculate. They could find a way forward in a fog. The more people calculated and verified with each other, the more accurate the results would be.
But the old question was, could these borrowed "external forces" be trusted?
The Turtledove Alliance, which had never been on the same side as the Elven Kingdom, was another matter. Just the Lich of the two mages alone was the Demon King who had destroyed the Pyat Haimei Kingdom in the past.
The elves did not mention this point, not because they had forgotten that matter, but because they could not be sure if that person was indeed the legendary Demon King. If she was, what attitude should they use to face her? The grudge from a thousand years ago was only left with a few elders who had stayed near the World Tree and experienced that era. The rest did not even count the grudge of their fathers.
Could it be that they had to use the reason that "my father was killed by you a year before I was born" to challenge that person?
The other party's attitude was also different from a thousand years ago. At least on the surface, that person did not do anything aggressive.
But just based on this performance, could they trust the other party and hand over such a major matter as the advancement of the World Tree to the other party?
It was just like the faction who planned to mess around on their own. Those who supported asking for external help to find a better and more stable path for the advancement of the World Tree were not confident that those who came to help were completely trustworthy.
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