in the name of the queen.

There are still differences within the elf community regarding migration to the north.

The real elders hold power in the tribe and do not want to lose it by moving north.

They wanted to use the opportunity of bargaining with Roland to consolidate their power, but Roland saw through their little tricks clearly.

Roland didn't even bother to talk to them and went straight to Avel, asking her to pass on a message to these idiots who only wanted to gain benefits regardless of the occasion.

"Migrate within half a month. Who wouldn't want to leave and wait?"

Roland didn't even plan to migrate with them.

He handed over the important task of organizing the migration to Avel, which also meant that he was handing over important power of the tribe to Avel.

After all, she is just extreme, and her loyalty is beyond doubt. Some old men are even willing to be loyal only to their personal interests.

He didn't want to judge these short-sighted elders, but he didn't want to compromise with them.

Faced with Roland's trust, Avel was stunned for a long time, his eyes slightly red, and he accepted it solemnly.

In her opinion, as the temporary ruler of the tribe, she not only led the team into a ditch, but also let the ancient tree demon control the entire tribe and turned her sword against the great sage. Her crime was unforgivable.

Even if her crimes are forgiven, the final outcome will be dismissal, investigation, or even life imprisonment.

However, Roland not only forgave her crime, but even continued to employ her. How could she not be extremely excited?

"Great Sage, I."

"You made mistakes, but your loyalty is admirable. This is your chance to redeem yourself."

Roland's voice was gentle but contained an indisputable firmness.

"Remember, you only have this one chance."

Although he admired Avel's loyalty, Roland was not optimistic about her ability. She had indeed led the elves astray and even to a dead end.

Although the elven texts did not provide detailed information about the disaster of ancient trees, she must have known that giving ancient trees intelligence was expressly prohibited in the clan rules.

Roland didn't want to ask any more questions. He knew exactly what Avel would say.

She was also forced into a desperate situation as her tribe had reached its dead end.

Excuses for failure belong to the weak; the strong are fearless.

Although Avel is loyal, he is also a weak person.

He was somewhat worried about letting her lead the team north alone, so he asked in a deep voice:

“What should we do if we encounter Yehu blocking our way during migration?”

"Use thunderous means to kill the first person who blocks our path, and deter other idiots who are ready to make a move. Whoever dares to block our path will be killed!"

Avel's answer was powerful.

Roland nodded, satisfied with this straightforward answer.

He continued, "What if a centaur blocks the way?"

"Just like we did with Yehu, we'll hurt the first group of provocateurs." There was a light in Avel's eyes, a fierce light filled with murderous desire.

"What if they collude and sandwich each other?"

"Then divide up your forces and kill them!"

Avel answered simply and concisely.

As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to think that this answer was a bit simplistic and crude, and quickly added:
"The armed forces of the ethnic group are relatively weak. Dividing the troops will disperse the strength. It is better to unite them together and defeat those who are closer first, and then defeat those who are relatively far away."

In order to prove that he was not talking nonsense, Avel continued to explain to Roland, "Your Excellency the Great Sage, there are also conflicts between the Centaurs and the Yahoos. I don't believe they can work together well."

"The north-south advance and the joint attack require very high command and coordination capabilities of the two armies, and must have perfect coordination between professional commanders and well-trained troops."

“They can’t do it!”

Avila said confidently.

Roland was a little surprised and silently adjusted his assessment of Avel.

Although she was a bit reckless and did some stupid things when she was the acting leader of the tribe, she was indeed quite capable in her professional field.

Fortunately, at least he is good at the military field and is not a waste.

Roland nodded, then began to shake his head.

Avel's smile froze on her face. This was what she had learned throughout her life, and it was also the experience she had summed up in dealing with the Yahoos and Centaurs during her long struggle. How could it be wrong?
Although she was not convinced, she still remained humble.

In front of a great sage, one must be humble.

She bowed her head and said softly, "Your Excellency the Great Sage, my abilities are limited, so I ask for your wisdom."

Roland smiled and asked, "I fully trust your ability and believe that your tactics are fine, but what is the price?"

Avel was silent.

She could understand Roland's worries. There were only a few hundred thousand people left in the tribe, and a small half of them were the elderly, the weak, women and children.

Although the elves have decent combat power per capita, even old men, women and minors have combat power, but these people's combat power may not be as good as that of young and middle-aged people.

If too many non-combatant people are lost, it will affect the recovery of the ethnic group.

She was puzzled, but suddenly she remembered Roland's suggestion that the earth spirit should go north with them, and she suddenly understood.

"Great Sage, I understand."

"Tell me about it?" Looking at Avel's confident and intelligent eyes, he felt relieved.

He had a preconceived impression of Avel. Maybe she was very capable, but the decline of her tribe was inevitable, and she couldn't change anything.

However, Avel's next words froze his smile and he just wanted to take back his compliment.

"Your Excellency the Great Sage, do you want me to use your authority to control the Earth Spirits and make them cannon fodder?"

Roland: "."

He couldn't help but ask back: "May I ask how Sage Chromie's political level and strategy compare to yours?"

Although they are reluctant to admit it, the elves are very concerned about their arch-enemy, the Earth Spirits, and are very familiar with the young talents and strong men of the Earth Spirit clan.

Chromie's strategy level is far superior to hers.

Despite not liking earth spirits, Avel didn't want to lie.

"Since your strategic level is not as good as Chromie's, can he not see the problem? If you push him too far, he might even turn against you."

"I'm sorry, I was reckless." Avel bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

Seeing her depressed look, Roland couldn't help but remind her, "Are all the sages of my tribe dead?"

Avel's body trembled slightly, and he knelt down on one knee in a hurry, raising his hands above his head.

"Please, sage, grant me strength and wisdom."

This is right.

Roland raised the scepter solemnly, tapped her palm three times, and then placed a magic ring stored in his private space on her palm.

"This contains a power storage array equivalent to 30% of my attack power. It can be activated by inputting magic power."

Avel respectfully accepted Roland's gift and expressed his gratitude.

Although her attitude was respectful, she felt somewhat disapproving in her heart.

Roland's strength is certainly good, but after all, he is a comprehensive class that is biased towards defense. The ring, which only has 30% of his attack power, has limited lethality.

Although she had some complaints in her heart, she dared not disobey the only wise man of the time. Aiweier was simple-minded. Although he had lived for hundreds of years, he was still like a young girl. His likes and dislikes were written directly on his face.

Looking at her expression, Roland knew what she was struggling with. He restrained his smile and added calmly.

"Reusable at least fifteen times."

Avel was cheered up, this was amazing.

Important enemy leaders can be defended once or twice, who would have thought that this thing could be able to kill with fifteen consecutive sprays?

Is this the wisdom of a sage? It is indeed amazing.

"Killing the enemy means protecting our people, Your Excellency the Great Sage, I understand."

Although his way of understanding was a little strange, Roland completely agreed with Avel's conclusion. He looked at General Avel solemnly, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"The feud between the earth spirits and the elves ended in the Third Age. It must not be mentioned again, let alone passed on to future generations. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes, sir!" Avel accepted the order without hesitation.

As Roland said, the feud between the earth spirits and the elves ended with the world-destroying war of the God's Punishment Legion.

Almost all descendants of the two ethnic groups today have not participated in the brutal war of that year.

If that is the case, why should we carry such a heavy burden that can only be relieved by destroying the world?

"Your Excellency the Great Sage, our race will surely be revived under your leadership!" Avel was in a good mood, and he rarely used his flattery skills to praise Roland highly.

Roland did not echo her smile, but instead sternly corrected her, "Remember, it was under the wise leadership of Her Majesty the Queen that the tribe embarked on the road to revival."

Anyway, Sif is his wife, and the glory can be shared. He must establish Sif's powerful and majestic image in Avel's mind.

Roland stayed in the elven settlement for more than ten days and personally sent the elves on their journey back north. Only then did he feel at ease to continue heading south.

As he continued south, he encountered two ambushes and three assassination attempts.

When the Yahoos learned that Roland not only invaded their territory, but also rescued the descendants of the elves whom they regarded as their prey, they hated Roland to the core.

In their opinion, Roland was too arrogant and even seeking death.

Even if Roland could defeat an army by himself, he was only one person after all.

Does he want to conquer the southern continent by himself?

The Yehus were enraged by Roland's bold move, and the high-ranking Yehu commanders gathered together and decided to ambush Roland.

The lower-level Yahoos are stupid, greedy and cruel, but their higher-level counterparts are completely different. These Yahoos have relatively less hair on their bodies and lighter skin color, and without careful observation, there is no difference between them and humans.

The biggest difference between them and the lower-level Yahoos is that they are cunning, greedy and cruel.

The warlords firmly believed that Roland would pay with his life for his carelessness, but after several failed assassination attempts, they realized that Roland was extraordinary.

This guy's defense ability is so strong that no matter how powerful the attack is, it is like a mosquito tickling an elephant in front of him.

After several failed ambushes, the Yehu generals became ruthless and organized an army of more than 3,000 people to intercept Roland on the route he had to take.

Since Roland has the ability to defeat an army, then send a strong army.

There was no more logical arrangement than this. The warlords were convinced that Roland was dead and even opened the blood monkey wine before the army set out.

This is a special fruit wine made from monkey fruit, and its status is similar to Milan champagne.

But they never dreamed that Roland did not take the route they had arranged.

After two days of ambush, Roland showed up at a market near the southernmost tip of the continent. According to intelligence personnel, Roland not only ate and drank to his heart's content in the best local restaurant, but also ordered a few bottles of Blood Monkey Wine.

"Obviously, this is a provocation!"

Sanders, the chief high-ranking warlord of the Yehu Alliance, roared angrily. He clenched his fists and slammed them hard on the table, creating a big hole in the giant granite table.

"The damn colonial empire governor not only barged into our homeland recklessly, but even blatantly mocked us. What do you say we should do?"

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

The roars of the warlords rose one after another.

They certainly had reason to be angry, and they also had reason to intercept Roland.

After all, they are no longer a disorganized group of loose sand, and they no longer kill each other.

The appearance of Lord Milones gave them hope.

The great men of the Dark Elves brought them with a powerful force and civilization that made them stare in amazement, and also brought them the good news that the Demon King was about to come.

Compared to the low-key Darkin, the Yahoos are faster in opening the Blood Monkey Wine.

They even call the Demon King the Dark Great Demon, and have established a religion and built altars to accumulate power for the Great Demon in order to welcome him as soon as possible.

The only few long-distance straight roads in the southern continent were built by the Kingdom of Pruden.

They are certainly not doing good things, they are just doing it to maintain their rule.

Unlike other colonists who levied heavy taxes and wanted to drain the colonies dry, the Kingdom of Prudence was a little late in expanding its overseas colonies, and the high-quality colonies had already been divided up.

The overseas territories they were able to obtain were just scraps.

The only exception is the southernmost territory of the Southern Continent.

This is the only way to sail around the world and also a key construction area of ​​the Kingdom of Pruden.

They spared no effort to promote colonial education and tried their best to eliminate the influence of local culture. At the same time, they won the hearts of the people by building roads, schools, hospitals, etc.

After Roland and the Darkin reached an agreement to withdraw from the southern continent, the Kingdom of Pruden struggled for a long time and reluctantly released most of its colonies, except for the southernmost province of Skyrim.

They quickly passed a bill declaring Skyrim a directly affiliated overseas province of the kingdom, with the same political identity as the mainland.

The people of Skyrim are even theoretically qualified to become prime minister of the country.

But it's just theory.

A special carriage is being inspected at the Skyrim border checkpoint.

The carriage was ordinary and there was nothing wrong with it, but there was a big problem with the passengers.

Although they used magic to conceal their faces, they were unaware that the checkpoint had special prism-type magic equipment.

This prism eye has only one simple function, which is to see through the disguise and see the true face of the person being inspected.

Face only.

The team leader in charge of the inspection looked at Roland's true side and stood there at a loss.

He first ruled out the possibility that the tourist who looked like Roland was Roland.

What a joke! Roland is now the concubine of the Queen of the Vladimir Empire. Everyone in the entire Rodinia continent knows this.
He couldn't even go home to be with his wife and had to take good care of that cold old woman.

Since it's not Roland, then...
"Let go!"

Just as the captain of the guard was about to give the order to detain the person, a deep voice sounded from behind.

"But." The captain of the guard wanted to explain, but was interrupted again.

"This is an order."

"Yes, sir!" The captain of the guard stood at attention, saluted, and let them go.

After watching Roland's carriage enter Skyrim Province, the official who had just issued the order to release it left quietly.

He didn't quite know the purpose of Roland's trip, but he knew.
Don't meddle in the affairs of big shots! (End of this chapter)