The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1152: Dialogue with the Gods

The incarnation of the dwarf god suddenly made his purpose clear, and what he said surprised Alan, but at the same time he was not too surprised.

In fact, from Eilistraee's words just now, Alan had vaguely sensed their intentions. Now that the dwarf god had revealed his intentions directly, it only verified Alan's guess.

"Excuse me, Your Excellency."

After knowing the other party's intention, Allen became more stable: "Regarding the counterattack on the elf border, we in the North actually have our own plans, and we have never thought of cooperating with other forces."

"I just came here from Bonn City in the southern Hochia Federation to warn the drow matriarchs to maintain the necessary buffer zone and means with our northern border in their next actions. Otherwise, it would not be good for us if some misunderstandings were caused."

"Humph!!"

Hearing Alan's refusal, Durrag's face fell again, obviously dissatisfied with Alan's answer, but Iristri beside him spoke again and prevented him from getting angry.

"My friend, your northern border is now at war, and it's obvious that you have big plans, so it's only natural that you don't want to share. But don't forget that the target you are provoking is the powerful Elf Kingdom. Although they suffered a big loss in the war with the dwarves this time, they are a powerful civilization that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. The speed and determination of their comeback will definitely be greater than you think!!"

"It is not difficult to snatch a good thing from your hands. The difficulty lies in being able to keep it and prevent it from being taken back by its owner. That is the prerequisite for truly possessing a good thing."

Although he was somewhat surprised by the attitude of the bear goblins towards their olive branch, it was an important matter concerning the future of their own race after all, so the incarnation of the elven goddess, who had a relatively gentle temperament, still persuaded them in a gentle voice.

"Cooperating with us to carve up the southern border provinces of the Elf Kingdom is a good choice for all of us: you in the North can gain two powerful fighting race allies to rely on each other, and you can jointly deal with the counterattack of the Elf Kingdom in the future; and our followers can also obtain an independent place to live, and no longer live under the control of others."

"I understand what you two Lords mean. You are planning to do the same as us in the North. You are going to tear off a piece of meat from the vast border of the elves to settle your own followers!!"

Allen's expression gradually became calm, and his tone became a little colder: "But I also have a question, how many troops can your two families mobilize to cooperate with our northern coalition forces?"

"It's impossible that our soldiers of the Northern Alliance fought hard, and in the end you took a large piece of land from us without paying any price? If that's the case, how can dozens of tribes in the North obey me?"

"Besides, Your Majesty Durrag, haven't your followers returned to the Dwarf Kingdom now? Will they allow you to split up again?"

This is a very realistic issue of interests, and Alan has no choice but to treat it with caution. Even if he is facing two incarnations of gods, he will not waver in his pursuit of interests for the North.

"Cuckoo~"

A silver bell-like voice floated out of Ilithyra's mouth, and her lips were lightly covered with cherry blossoms, which matched the beautiful face of the dark elf with a unique charm: "So, little friend, you are questioning the strength of our two clans' families?"

"Although the number of my followers on the surface world is currently limited to less than 100,000 in Kolima, in addition to the 15,000 warriors who have joined your northern border, there is also an army of 20,000 in Kolima town that can be deployed at any time. At the same time, as long as we can occupy the southern province of the elves, Torgan, and control the underground passage in the central area of ​​Torgan Province, my followers will have an army of no less than 150,000 passing through this passage to join you in the battle." "Although my followers' army is certainly not as large as your northern coalition army in terms of numbers, little friend, you don't need to doubt the overall quality and strength of the dark elf army."

"As for the gray dwarves favored by Durrag..."

As she spoke, Iris turned her emerald green eyes to the shorter gray dwarf beside her, and immediately received a low, muffled reply from him: "After the war begins, my army will come from the border area of ​​the dwarf kingdom near the wilderness. The number of troops will be no less than 250,000."

After saying this, Durrag fell silent again and no longer expressed his opinion.

"Do you think that the two forces that provided such a large number of troops are worthy of sharing the future results of the war?"

Iristri spoke again, looking at Alan.

"Even so, there are still many problems before us: For example, have the gray dwarves obtained the permission of the Dwarf Kingdom to be independent? For example, on the battlefield, will our three forces act independently or agree on a leader? And..."

Alan remained unmoved and directly came up with many excuses. After all, among the three forces, the Northern Alliance was the strongest, and Alan was very confident that he could swallow up enough territory with the power of the North.

"That's why we came to you to discuss cooperation with you!!"

The branch of dark elves of Eilistraee is actually the weakest among the three forces. At the same time, they are also the most eager to gain independent territory. Therefore, the patience of this goddess seems to be greater, and she does not leave enough room like Durrag, the god of the gray dwarves.

"In fact, the opportunity that the North has obtained this time was also created by Durrag's followers after a hundred years of planning and execution. If you want to take advantage of this opportunity to seek benefits, then you will owe Durrag's followers a favor. I believe that with your personality, you will not take advantage of others without giving back, right?"

In order to impress Allen, Iristri couldn't help but tell him some secrets.

"I don't know."

Alan said frankly with a puzzled look on his face.

"I believe you are now very clear about the disastrous defeat of the Elven Kingdom on the northern battlefield, but you must also have a lot of doubts in your mind: How could it be such a coincidence that such a large-scale natural disaster occurred when the two armies were fighting a decisive battle..."

As Iristri told the story, Alan finally got a clear understanding of the inside story of the war between the two major civilizations in the northern continent of Taren, which was worthy of being recorded in the history books.

Just as Allen, Albad and others guessed, the flood that seemed to break out suddenly in the north was actually a man-made disaster designed by the royal family of the Dwarf Kingdom and the gray dwarf commander Guret.

(End of this chapter)