What's wrong with building a steel torrent in a dungeon?

She really didn't expect the Elf Empire to lose so badly. After all, they were the elite of the Southern Legion, with so many divine magicians and sharpshooters, and the key battlefield was in their favor.

Fran originally just wanted to drive a nail into the edge of the Elf Empire, to make the elves worry about their own side of the bed, and to warn them not to go too far in the Holy Roel Empire. As a result, Zhu Chongba not only perfectly achieved his goal, but even almost lifted the elves' side of the bed!

If the elves are so vulnerable, Fran will have to reconsider the intensity of reinforcements to the Troll Empire.

Of course, Fran didn't want to fight the elves. But the key is that she really wants peace... But this conflict was initiated by the elves from the beginning. The city of Aurora did not send troops into the Troll Empire! It's impossible not to allow them to provide assistance.

The place for the meeting with the elf messenger was chosen at the front line where both sides were focusing their efforts - Leopold City.

"I wonder what the elf messengers who have come from afar are doing for you." Fran ignored the angry elves and asked while eating melon seeds.

"us……"

But just when the elf messenger was halfway through his words, Fran interrupted him.

"Let me make it clear first. I'm very busy recently! So please don't use those fancy words of the elves, reciting poems and writing lyrics... If you have anything to say, please speak directly. I have to go check on the training status of the new recruits in a while."

You're busy, but you're still eating melon seeds?

The melon seed shells are almost piled up into a small mountain! You've clearly been cracking them here for the entire morning!!

The elf messenger was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Catalina on the side covered her mouth and laughed.

Although Lord Fran's diplomatic ability was unremarkable, his ability to speak out and exert extreme pressure was unique. Before the conversation even started, the elf messenger's momentum was already lowered.

Chapter 326 Are You Qualified to Negotiate?

The elf messenger took a deep breath, making sure that Fran would not interrupt her, and then said, "I came here this time to ask the city lord why the army of Orila City appeared in the Elf Continent in broad daylight and started a war with our troops."

"question?"

Hearing this, Fran's face instantly turned cold.

She threw the melon seeds in her hand aside and stood up. Seeing Fran stand up, the guard Catherine and two demon warriors behind her also came up instantly, looking at the elf messenger in front of them fiercely.

The messenger was, at best, a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. As an elf messenger, she had never suffered any setbacks in Calradia, and other forces treated her with great courtesy.

However, here, Fran's face suddenly changed, and she was suddenly surrounded by three "big sister"-like guards behind her. For a moment, she was a little overwhelmed. She swallowed hard and took two steps back in fear.

Fran said, "I hope you can reorganize your words. What do you mean by questioning? Our Aurora City is not a colony of your elves, let alone a vassal of your elves. What qualifications do you have to question us? I want to ask you, is questioning me your personal opinion or the opinion of the entire Elf Empire? If it's the latter, I think we don't need to talk today."

"I'm... I'm sorry... Lord City Lord, I didn't use the right words." After hearing this, the messenger clenched her fists, but still lowered her head to apologize. She could not afford the consequence of starting a war.

"Since it's your personal fault, I won't pursue it." Fran wiped her face, wiped off the remnants of the melon seeds, and said, "Now let me answer your question. Our Orila City did not send any troops to the Troll Empire."

"But! We did see it!!" the messenger said quickly. As she spoke, she also produced various pieces of evidence.

However, Fran threw the evidence aside without even looking at it, and said, "What you saw was fake. It must have been framed by other forces with ulterior motives!"

"It seems that the city lord doesn't want to admit it?" The messenger frowned.

"Why should I admit something that didn't happen?" Fran spread her hands and said, "You elves, do you really think it's hundreds of years ago? You can just pull out some fictitious battlefield notes and some so-called confessions from the soldiers involved, and you can openly accuse a country and get an excuse for war!

I tell you! Times have changed! It is no longer the time when elves dominate.

The last few sentences were like Fran pointing at the messenger's nose and scolding him.

The messenger never expected that Fran's aura would suddenly become so powerful that he was so frightened that he took several steps back.

"You want to pin this accusation on us based on just one-sided statements? I tell you, it's impossible!" Fran said, "If you say so! I can also accuse you of colluding with the demons!"

"Collude...collude with the demons? Elves collude with the demons?"

"I have plenty of ways to create, no, collect evidence! At worst, I can capture a few elves, put on your military uniforms and throw them into the demon world! Then draw a few paintings titled "Elf Soldiers in the Kingdom of Ashes." Fran said, "Anyway, it's all one-sided! You elves can say it, but I can't, Fran?"

"But...we, our warriors did see some of the Feathered Tribe flying in the sky."

"I see. Where's the evidence?" Fran said, "You can't dig out the eyeballs of the witnesses and then show them here. That would be the same as not having it!"

The elf messenger was speechless after hearing what Fran said. How could there be such a shameless loli in the world?

But she couldn't seem to find any good way to refute Fran.

Seeing that the elf messenger was frozen in place and unable to speak for a long time, Fran softened her tone a little and said, "Okay, I see. The elves have no intention of handling this matter properly. Go back and tell your boss to find a qualified person to come over, and we will discuss this matter in detail. The battle situation is very tense, so don't waste each other's time. Send him away!"

The messenger left the reception hall in disgrace.

Fran smiled helplessly, then continued to sit in her seat and started eating melon seeds.

"The Elf Empire is still so petty." Katarina said, "They are slowly sending some unimportant envoys to test the waters, gradually increasing the intensity of contact, hoping to gain more benefits at the lowest cost."

"All declining empires are like this. On the one hand, they have no money, but on the other hand, they try every possible means to swell their faces and make themselves look rich." Fran shrugged: "And I don't have time to receive them one by one."

"But what is the city lord's plan next?" Katarina said, "You made an exception and received the elves' envoys, which was considered to be giving them face. However, the elves don't seem willing to lower themselves. It's not appropriate for you to continue to come forward for the next matter. It's better to leave the detailed discussion to me. You just need to tell me the goal and the bottom line."

It's really a relief to have a smart and good-looking diplomat.

Fran said: "Do you remember how we broke the alliance between the Northern Alliance and the Chinese Alliance?"

Katarina nodded and said, "The city lord said before that the Northern Alliance and the Chinese Alliance are only united on the surface, and they are still wary of each other in private. So we only need to focus on dealing with one of them and let it see that the disadvantages outweigh the advantages. Such an alliance will collapse on its own. Compared with the dwarves, the elves are relatively weak and have many domestic conflicts. Our primary goal is to hurt the elves."

"Yes." Fran said, "Originally, I wanted to gradually infiltrate the elves through Margaret, but the victory of the Troll Empire was somewhat beyond my expectations. Maybe it can be an opportunity. Use the trolls' affairs to force the elves. If the elves give in and withdraw, that would be the best. But if they disagree, then going to war doesn't seem to be a bad choice. As our neighbor, she doesn't want to get along with us and is always plotting. It's time to give her a warning, otherwise we won't be able to develop with peace of mind."

Katarina nodded, and then continued to ask: "What about the Troll Empire? At present, Elendil has not retreated, and the commander of the Zhu Chongba Legion is already implementing a containment strategy. Whether to fight or not depends on the city lord's opinion."

"Tell Zhu Chongba to hold back!" Fran said, "If the elves ask for peace, Elendil's lone army will become a very good bargaining chip. If the elves want to continue fighting, they will be a big bait. If you don't catch enough fish, you can't just eat them casually."

Chapter 327: The Elf King's Decision (4,000 chapters, please vote)

The capital of elves, a green miracle.

Queen's Hand McMahon stood quietly in the center of the residence's lobby, waiting for the guests to arrive.

He was dressed in gorgeous clothes, and his hair and beard were combed meticulously. It was obvious that the guest was of extremely special status.

Not long after, another old elf appeared at the gate.

"Ainsdill, I'm sorry to call you here again," said McMahon.

The elf who came was none other than the New Leaf King Ainzdil, the leader of the Southern faction and also the true god of war of the entire Elf Empire.

"Has there been a reply from Orila City?" Ainzdill asked straight to the point.

"Yes." McMahon said: "Flan not only denied the so-called garrison, but also severely humiliated the envoy who went to ask for an explanation."

"Fran is much smarter than the dwarves back then. She has not made any high-profile announcement to help the trolls, which gives both sides a lot of room to maneuver." Ainsdill said.

"So...did she fight in the war?" McMahon asked.

"Is there any point in talking about this now?? Fran knows very well that she has neither the strength nor the necessity to fight against the Northern Alliance and the Chinese Alliance alone! If she wants to break the impasse, she must dismantle our alliance."

"In order to disintegrate the alliance, are you blaming everything on the elves?" McMahon said.

"Yes! In her opinion, we are much easier to deal with than the dwarves." Ainsdil said: "Helping the trolls is just one of her many ways to oppress us. Even if this matter has a satisfactory result for everyone and the war does not start! She will still oppress us in other places until we withdraw from the Holy Roel Empire. But the key is that the Queen will not withdraw from the plan that has gambled her reputation at will."

Of course this is not possible.

McMahon sighed, and then said, "Since the beginning of this year, our country has experienced far more uprisings and conflicts in the Indo-Asia continent than in the past. Is this also Fran's doing?"

"I think so, although she will never admit it." Ainzdil said, "So I did as His Majesty suggested early on, stop interfering in the affairs of Calradia, keep a low profile, produce firearms, and transform the army! We look weak only because our weapons and equipment are inferior to those of the enemy. As long as we make up for this shortcoming, we will not be afraid of even the dwarves, let alone the city of Orila."

McMahon said nothing, but said to his servants: "All of you go out and close the door. No one is allowed to approach the hall without my order."

"Yes!"

The elf servants left quickly, and the heavy door was tightly closed. The originally bright hall was suddenly shrouded in darkness, with only the light projected from the window, illuminating half of the two people's faces.

"Her Majesty naturally doesn't want to get involved! But... is Her Majesty the Queen the one who has the final say in the Empire now? Wasn't it the joint petition of the Elf Kings that forced the Empire to get involved in this battlefield that it shouldn't have been involved in." McMahon's face turned pale.

After hearing this, Ainsdill frowned.

"Of course, I know that this does not include the Three Southern Kings." McMahon's facial features softened a little as he spoke, and then he said, "The remaining Elf Kings are not fools. It's not that they can't see the harm of getting involved in this matter! It's just that... things that harm the country may not necessarily harm them. A queen who is gradually consolidating power is not in their interests."

Aiensdil knew that since the new Elf Queen took office, she had employed the lower-class people and worked personally, which slightly restored the poor image of the royal family and gradually restored some strength. Unfortunately, however, the power of the twelve Elf Kings was too great to be eliminated, and they were unwilling to see the Queen's power become stronger again.

What's more, this queen was too impatient! As soon as she had secured her position, she was eager to reduce the power of the Elf King. As a result, there was not a single Elf King in the court who was willing to form an alliance with her.

Even if the Queen had adopted a gentler approach, the situation would not have reached this point.

The Elf Kings are really afraid that if the Queen really takes power, they, the Elf Kings, will all be liquidated.

A puppet queen is a good queen

The Elf Kings who thought so naturally included the New Leaf King Ainsdil.

It’s just that the Southern clan is too far away from the Elf Queen, and has been guarding the border for generations, so the conflict with the Elf Queen is not as huge as that with other kings.

McMahon said: "The infrastructure competition in Fruman almost emptied the treasury, but those elven kings made a lot of money. Now with the alliance with the dwarves, we have spent a lot of money! If this continues, the empire will be unable to protect itself. A dying empire is not good for anyone. It's just that these elven kings are short-sighted and can't think of this at all... Only you, King Xinye, are different."

After hearing this, Ainsdill finally understood why McMahon had called him here - to form an alliance.

Although the three kings of the South had a strong military force, they missed out on the dividends of the colonies because the land in the south of the Elf Empire was barren, there were no ports, and no fleets. With the Troll Empire as their neighbor, they had to put a lot of financial resources into building defenses. They were unable to compete with other Elf Kings and could only retreat to their own territory.

However, it is also because of this that the armies of the three southern kings have not been corrupted too much. Although they are small in size, they are brave and good at fighting (at least better than other legions). If you insist, they should be the elven kings who most want to see the imperial power become stronger. After all, the queen still expects them to continue to guard the southern part of the empire, and it is impossible for them to be liquidated too much.

The Three Kings of the South should have been classified as a royalist force.

However, the queen was too radical and believed that all vassal kings should be eliminated. In order to fight against the Elf King, she had to set up her own faction and re-organize a royalist faction.

But now, all the good seedlings have been accepted by the Elf King. Without powerful magic and countless resources, it is impossible to gain a foothold in the Elf Empire. The royalists are naturally "undernourished".

Ainzdil pondered for a long time, then said: "A powerful elven empire needs a powerful queen. This is also in the interests of the Three Southern Kings. However, the Three Southern Kings' influence is not that great, and they have suffered a series of defeats recently. Their reputation has reached the bottom. I don't know how they can help Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty intends to wage a full-scale war against the city of Aurora regarding the Troll Empire incident this time." McMahon said, "If we win, the reputation will go to the royal family. If we lose, the Elf King's troops will suffer losses. Either way, it will be of great benefit to the Queen."

After hearing this, Ainzdil couldn't help but reveal a helpless smile, and then said: "Other Elf Kings are naturally aware of this, so so far no Elf King has responded to your Majesty's call. It is difficult for the Southern Legion to compete with the City of Orila alone, not to mention that there is a Saint on the opposite side."

At this point, Ainstil paused, then looked straight at McMahon: "To be honest, I have already planned to let Aarendil withdraw his troops. This battle cannot be fought with the three southern kings alone. I am willing to come to the Green Sea this time purely for your sake, Mr. McMahon. I wonder what method the Queen has to make the Elf Kings willingly send troops."

"people."

"people?"

"What is the greatest sense King New Leaf has when he comes to Green Sea this time?"

"Parades..." Ainsdil said, "Parades are everywhere! Countless young elves are waving flags on Queen Avenue, demanding that the Empire send troops. I haven't seen the citizens of the capital so angry in a long time."

"The current demonstrations are no longer limited to the capital, but are sweeping across all cities like a raging fire. The fuse of this anger was certainly Fran's reinforcements, but in the final analysis, it was us who fanned the flames."

"You want to use the people to force the Elf King to surrender?" Ainzdil was stunned. "This is a risky move. And it is also very difficult. The kings have a strong control over their own territories."

"I wonder if King Xinye has heard of the Elf Guild?"

"I've heard a little bit about it. They have a very high reputation among the lower elves." Aiensdil said: "I also heard that this guild is related to the former high priest Galanodil..."

"The kings do have strong control over their territories, but they rely on the families that are vassalized by them, and they control them layer by layer... They are in the same interest bond with each other, so they will take the initiative to maintain this interest relationship. But the Elf Guild is different. They are directly active among the grassroots of the people and have a high reputation among the grassroots."

"How is this done?" asked Ainsdill.

"I don't know..." McMahon said, "Maybe one day, you can ask Galannodir directly. But with the help of the guild, we can rely on the people to force the Elf King to send troops to attack the Troll Empire."

"How can a mere commoner have this ability?" Ainsdill was stunned.

"The Elf Guild has this ability. Our people will blend in and do some extreme things like assassination. As long as there are opinion leaders willing to take the lead, the rest will be much easier. Just like when we stirred up conflicts among different races in the colonies, we have a lot of experience in this kind of thing."

Very experienced indeed.

However, this method was used before between the various races and forces in the colonies. Now that it was used on his own people, Ainsdill always felt that something was wrong.

This was originally the principle of the elves! The dirty deeds against the colonies must never be used on their own citizens. But principles are becoming increasingly rare nowadays.

McMahon saw that Aiensdil did not make any comment, and then said: "Your Majesty also asked me to apologize to the King of Xinye. Her previous ideas were too radical and inappropriate. In addition, the power of the kings of the southern system has developed too fast and has reached a point where it must be weakened. But the three kings of the south have been loyal for a hundred years and have never done anything wrong. Your Majesty will not treat you unfairly!"

As he spoke, McMahon handed three documents to Ainsdill.

"This is??"

"The succession document..." McMahon said, "You can fill in any heir you want, and the Queen will unconditionally recognize her as the next Elf King."

This is a great gift!

The title of Elf King is not hereditary.

As early as the founding of the Elf Empire, in order to prevent the aristocracy from monopolizing power and to prevent the corruption of future generations, the twelve Elf Kings and the Queen agreed that the future Elf King must be the most powerful being in the country's territory.

At first this instruction worked fine.

However, the power of the magic can be determined by the accumulation of acquired wealth.

Gradually, the candidates for the Twelve Elf Kings could only emerge from a small group of elves. No matter how talented one was in divine arts, without a qualified background, he or she would not even be included in the list of candidates.

Nowadays, only the direct descendants of the Elf King can become the Elf King, which is not much different from hereditary succession.