"So, are you going to start the third phase of the plan now, Master?" Dark Elf Myr was the first to break the silence. Although the way she addressed Lin Li as "Master" was rather harsh to the ears of the other dark elves, the ones who had lost their temper were all those who had lost their temper. Those who still had a temper were recuperating at home, so the dark elves tacitly turned a deaf ear to her.
However, the person who was called out for questioning said embarrassedly, "Would you believe me if I said that my hand slipped?" As he said that, he couldn't help but blame the thing in his hand. "Why are you so sharp today? You don't even feel the way you cut a head. "
"I've always been sharp. You didn't know that until today. Besides, why do you need to feel the way you cut something? Are you a pervert? "Cassette Cutting, who finally broke the silence, retorted.
Knowing that it wasn't the time to chat with this knife, Lin Li had to find the culprit who gave him a fright. He turned around and saw that it was the elven team sent by Lahti from the Piat Haimei Kingdom. They left the area assigned to them and ran into the government hall.
Just as he was about to explode, he saw a young face that vaguely reminded him of. He asked in confusion, "His Majesty Ridan?"
"Yes, it's me, Sir Cuipwood." Ridan the Third could only smile bitterly at what happened after he called out to him.
"Young king, do you know that when someone is holding a knife, something can happen if you suddenly startle them?" Since the person who came was a king, Lin Li didn't want to scold him too much, so he said casually.
However, a person was dead, and he was still holding the head in his hand. Lin Li looked around and tried to put the head back on his neck. Since the cut was so beautiful, maybe the resurrection spell could come in handy? However, he wasn't a professional in this field, so he gave up after a few tries. He put the head back on the table and put the Cassette Cutting Blue Wave Knife back into the scabbard under the small shawl. Lin asked, "Such a young king, why did you call me? And you shouldn't be here, right? "
"Your Majesty, I hope you can give me some time to talk to His Majesty Andre alone. I will do my best to persuade him to agree to your request. That's why I'm here. "
Although Lin didn't go through the list of all the wood elf tribes' mobile troops, he had at least made a request. Being able to make a plan was the most basic thing he could do. He didn't want to meddle in the affairs of the wood elf tribes who were too important or special. After all, he didn't know if this tactic would be countered by any spells. Or, during the process of suppression, something unexpected would happen.
A certain someone wasn't sure if this young Elf King could fight. However, he clearly belonged to the category of "special individuals," and the result still appeared. Lin did not care about such a variable at all.
He had always believed that his orders were his own. If he didn't cherish them, why should others cherish them for him? With regards to the actions of a useless teammate, a certain someone would definitely sit back and watch as that person dug his own grave. In the end, they might even applaud. The two apprentices, who had been tricked by him several times, now had a strong sense of self-preservation.
However, this young king in front of him who should not have appeared wanted to contribute. Moreover, it was beneficial to the peaceful development that he hoped for, so Lin did not want to dampen his enthusiasm. Thus, Lin Xiang agreed to King Ridan the Third's request without hesitation. He said, "Alright, I'll give you time to chat with His Majesty Andre. Clear the hall, Myrtle. Those who are willing to cooperate and leave obediently, let them leave first. Those who are unwilling to cooperate, break their legs and drag them out. Those who are unwilling to leave even if they die, kill them and throw them out. Since the killing has already begun, it doesn't matter if a few more die. "
"What about those who are already dead?" The dark elf retorted in a timely manner.
Lin changed back to a helpless expression and looked at the elven minister that he had mistakenly killed. He said, "Leave him for now. Later, they will naturally find his family to collect his corpse. Right, can he still be revived like this? "
Mair pretended to be surprised and said, "His head has been cut off, so he can't be revived. Perhaps if His Majesty Fen comes down, he can be given a second life. "
As he walked out, Lin sighed, "He can only become an undead creature." Suddenly remembering something, Lin stopped and turned back to ask, "Your Majesty Ridan, you won't use this as an excuse to chat with His Majesty Andre for three days and three nights, right? I don't have that much free time. "
"That won't happen, Your Majesty. I'll just take up a bit of your time. If I can't convince him, I will retreat. "The young king said thus.
The casual conversation between the two could be considered to have dispelled the thoughts of some elves who wanted to delay.
Under the urging of the dark elves, the administrative hall of the Amelan Kingdom's palace was quickly cleared out, leaving only the two kings, one old and one young.
Lin Yi couldn't stop the rough actions of the dark elves, nor did he want to. The opportunity to negotiate amiably and politely had been given up by this group of old things. Now that they had fallen out with each other, if he still pretended to be elegant and left the other party some face, wouldn't he be trampled on like that dead old thing? There was no need to ruin one's own work.
To be honest, Lin didn't feel much guilt towards that dead elf. Because he had wanted to make an example out of him, it was just that that old thing was unlucky enough to be killed. Besides, if an unsheathed blade didn't draw blood, then it would have been a waste, right?
Speaking of which, my mentality seems to be different from before … A certain person who walked out of the hall reflected on himself.
Seeing that his subjects were driven out by the evil guests, Andre Pryor didn't show any anger. His calm expression made it impossible for anyone to detect his mood. In contrast, the young king's face was full of shame and apology towards the dead, which made his aura far less imposing than that of the old king.
As the host and also as the elder, Andre Pryor took the lead in this conversation. He took the lead in speaking in elegant elven language, "I didn't expect to meet Your Majesty Ridan under such circumstances. Please sit down. "
"Please." Ridan the Third answered and sat down at the head of the guest table. As for the bench that a certain mage conjured to face Andre Pryor, he didn't dare to sit on it. It was because he recognized that it was the high seat of the Turtledove Alliance, and he wasn't qualified to sit on it.
However, as soon as he sat down, Ridan the Third keenly sensed that there were other people in this hall besides him and Andre Pryor.
The chief assassin of the Internal Affairs Department and the head assassin of the Intelligence Department came out of the secret passage. One on the left and one on the right, blocking all the young king's escape routes. At the same time, one of them said, "Your Majesty, I can capture this young king alive at any time."
Faced with such a disadvantageous situation, Ridan the Third didn't panic at all. He sighed regretfully and said, "Your Majesty Andre, do you know what the mistake you and the others have been making all this time is?"
"Oh, what is it?"
"It is that you are naive to think that a king or two kings are important to the few existences outside."
Such a reminder was more than enough for an experienced king. He directly shouted, "Get out, all of you. It's useless for you to appear now. Besides, my conversation with His Majesty Ridan is not something you can interfere with. "
The aura that was still constantly entering the government hall changed direction and quickly left. Andre Pryor didn't look back. Instead, he looked at the young king and asked with a frown, "How many majesties are here?"
"Your Majesty Andre, the high seats of the Turtledove Alliance are all here. Not a single one is missing, "Ridan the Third replied seriously.
The old elven king felt his teeth ache and gasped.
Of course, the main body of the World Tree could not move at will, so the old king asked about the clone of the World Tree. Although they both addressed each other as' Your Majesty ', the weight between the two was completely different. However, no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't figure out what exactly it was that would cause the other party to mobilize so many people. Seeing this scene, his side did not even have the intention to resist.
Although he had thought about whether he should get some information, looking at the young elven king's hopeful expression, Andre Pryor simply asked, "Your Majesty Ridan, do you know why they are doing this? For such a long time, I have only heard of the tribes of the World Tree attacking each other. I have never heard of cooperation, let alone liberating the other World Trees. If it weren't for the fact that there were too many trees, I would have thought that they wanted to burn the World Tree of our country as the foundation for their advancement. "
Ridan the Third said in surprise, "You have been with a high seat of the alliance for so many days. Didn't you ask any questions?" Then, the young king thought of something and said with a bitter smile, "Yes, Your Majesty Heidegger must have left that person alone for a long time. No wonder he had the time to make a detailed map of the palace and an attack plan."
"High seat of the alliance? Who? "Heidegger Pryor was completely surprised.
"It's that mage. Sir Guebrach Lin Tripwood, Magician. '
"A human?"
"Yes, he is still a human."
"Is he also a high seat of the Turtledove Alliance?"
"Yes." Pointing at the bench directly opposite the old king's seat, Ridan the Third said, "That chair is the 'high seat' of the Turtledove Alliance."
The old elven king rubbed his temples and recovered his spirit from the series of upheavals. He asked again, "That human mage is a high seat of the Turtledove Alliance? How is that possible! "In the end, his voice could not help but raise.
Faced with the old king's loss of composure, Ridan the Third could only smile bitterly and say, "When I first discovered this matter, my reaction was no better than His Majesty Heidegger's. But whether we believe it or not, that mage has indeed been recognized and is qualified to be on equal footing with the World Tree Majesties. "
"How is that possible?" Ignoring his loss of composure, Heidley Pryor muttered, "Such an inconceivable thing. How could a human be acknowledged by the World Trees?"
"If someone can help the World Trees advance and propose a solution that Your Majesty also thinks is feasible for the bottleneck problem the World Trees are facing. I believe it is not a problem to obtain such a status. "
Putting himself in their shoes, if someone could solve his long-pending problem, it would not be a big problem to treat him like a state guest. But why did it have to be a human who solved the problem of the World Trees?
Andre Pryor began to feel how troublesome this matter was.
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