Volume 9: Home Chapter 282: The Elves' Policy
The queen of the forest elves was a well-known queen of tolerance, kindness, gentleness and mercy. With just a little request, the queen generously opened the door for the massive trade of goods between the grassland tribes and the dwarf king.
But the benevolent monarch was not without flaws. For example, the dark elves easily found out what supplies the Dwarf Kingdom and the grassland tribe had that passed through the Elf Forest...
Dark Elf Dungeon, Spider Mother Temple.
Don Angelo, the Scythe of the Abyss, knelt on one knee in formal attire and had maintained this proper posture of worship for three full minutes.
In the main hall, the dark elf mistress who sat high on the throne had a gloomy expression on her face, her lips tightly pursed into a straight line.
"...Mistress." Angelo lowered his head even more and called softly.
The stern-faced mistress showed anger, slammed her palm heavily on the armrest, and stood up angrily: "Otilia——! How long will this woman go against me! This weak and hateful elf shame——!!"
The mistress's angry roar echoed in the empty hall. The female officials standing on both sides lowered their heads one by one, behaving more obediently than Angelo who was kneeling below... The mistress was scolding the queen of the forest elves by name, and even those who were good at flattering others did not dare to speak out in agreement.
After all...if it weren't for the sudden rise of this snow elf king hundreds of years ago, the queen of the forest elves would have been the king of all elves.
The mistress finally got tired of scolding, took a breath, and suddenly looked down at Angelo who was kneeling under the prince, her eyes wide open: "Angelo! You actually sat there and watched those grassland people deliver food to the dwarf king without saying a word!"
Angelo almost fell to the ground in shock, and quickly raised her head to defend herself: "Madam, I really didn't expect that the Fire Tribe could convince the Dwarf King so easily. You know, the Dwarf King is irritable, arrogant, conceited, and arrogant..."
After spouting several hundred words from the Dwarf King, Angelo continued, "Until, until we find out how much food the Fire Tribe has transported to the Western Continent..."
"How much is it?!" the mistress shouted.
"Three hundred million!" Angelo shouted, "Three hundred million catties of vermicelli that can be used as staple food!"
There was an instant of silence in the hall.
The dark elf matriarch, whose face was full of rage and as furious as an angry lion, calmed down in an instant.
The ruler of the underworld raised her hand to tidy up her hair, then gracefully sat back in the high-backed chair. Her expression and behavior were calm, as if she was not the one who had been furious a few seconds ago.
Angelo still looked nervous and his forehead was covered with sweat, but he was relieved in his heart... This level was finally passed!
What does 300 million jin of vermicelli mean? It can feed tens of millions of mouths in the entire Western Continent for at least two months.
Combined with the harvest from the terraced granaries in the southern part of the Dwarf Kingdom, the Dwarf King can guarantee that no one will starve to death in the western continent this winter.
This is for emergency food in case of natural disasters...
If it is used for war rations, then the Fire Tribe is fully capable of supporting an army of more than one million people and an expedition for a year!
However, the Fire Tribe, which had such powerful military and logistical supply capabilities, did not unify the grassland!
They are still squatting in the remote southwest corner, and the territory they rule has a total of only more than 50,000 people!
Even if we ignore the terrifying potential of these grassland orcs, just looking at the military and logistical supply capabilities they can now demonstrate is enough to make any king calm down and re-examine this new force composed of a bunch of messy races (goblins, gray dwarves, and centaurs are not very popular and are usually not counted as the main races).
Yes... Whether it is financial resources, combat effectiveness, or the ability to produce and supply logistical materials, any group with political demands must actually demonstrate influence on large-scale battles in order to be recognized as a force.
The dark elf mistress, who was so angry that she wanted to pick a fight with the Fire Tribe immediately, suddenly adjusted her emotions and regained her sanity at a terrifying speed.
In this world, a monarch who "would rather eat meat than porridge" basically cannot think of sitting on the throne for more than a year. A monarch who does not understand strategic planning (at least short-term strategic planning) will find it difficult to rule the underground world for hundreds of years like the Dark Elf Matriarch.
The dark elf mistress calmed down and quickly thought of a crucial issue. Her eyelids couldn't help but twitch and she clenched the handrails.
"It seems that... we must not let the Beast King get involved with those grassland people no matter what." The dark elf mistress narrowed her eyes and muttered to herself.
At present, the Dark Elves and the Beast King have a friendly cooperative relationship with no direct conflict of interest and can shake hands with a smile.
But if the Beast King can fully obtain the logistical supply capabilities of the grassland orcs, then... the time it takes for the Beast King to prepare military supplies for an expedition will be greatly shortened to at most half of the original time - the three major military supplies of siege equipment, weapons and armor, and military rations, the latter of which no matter how powerful a force is, must spend years accumulating and hoarding before it can prepare enough!
The demigods didn't have any surplus food either... Ahem, no matter how rich and prosperous a territory is, it would keep a close eye on large-scale grain transactions. Otherwise, why didn't the Fire Tribe's vermicelli hit the "tariff" threshold when it was sold to so many places? Because even a stupid noble lord like the human race wouldn't refuse such a good thing as large-scale grain flowing into the country!
Bulk grain is definitely a strategic material and military supplies for war preparation. In Chinese history, those non-peasant insurgents who wanted to rebel must have stockpiled grain before raising their flags. Naturally, the people of this world are not so stupid as to fail to see this simple truth.
The Dark Elf Matron ordered Angelo to store a portion of the vermicelli she bought from the Fire Tribe in the underground city in case of emergency...
"Angelica, the Fire Tribe has transported 300 million kilograms of vermicelli to the Western Continent. So, what about our dungeon?" The Dark Elf Mistress pondered for a few seconds and spoke again.
"The Snow Wolf Tribe's sage Ayun promised that five million kilograms of vermicelli will be delivered to the dungeon before winter." Angelo replied quickly, "At the same time... I heard that the vermicelli trade between the forest elves and the Fire Tribe was also not affected. The Fire Tribe delivered thirty million kilograms of vermicelli to Elder Meili of Ananas at one time, and... it is said that there is a fleet full of vermicelli at the elven port, which is being shipped to the southern continent."
The dark elf mistress' eyelids twitched again, and the veins on the back of her hands that were holding the armrest were bulging .
Three hundred million kilograms of vermicelli were transported to the Western Continent within one month without delaying the vermicelli business with other forces. What a terrifying production capacity!
The Dark Elf Mistress couldn't help but feel a little regretful... If she had known that these grassland orcs were so capable, she should have forcibly brought the Fire Tribe under her command before they fell into the eyes of the Beast King!
"Otilia, you pretentious fool! She tried to shelter her 'neighbor', but ended up sheltering such a monster!" The mistress cursed inwardly. In the early years, when she felt that the Fire Tribe had a certain value, these grassland orcs had already clung to the forest elves. However, at that time, she did not see that the Fire Tribe had such value that it was worth turning against the forest elves to get it, which led to the current situation.
But no matter how angry she was, the mistress could not sit idly by and watch the Beast King take these grassland orcs back into his possession. The underground world mineral veins owned by the dark elves had already attracted the Dwarf King, who had not been able to get rid of him for twenty years. She did not want another Beast King who could lead his troops on an expedition at will after having enough food!
"Gather the guards and prepare to go!" The Dark Elf Matron stood up and waved to the female official, "I want to visit the Elf King!"
There is still more than a month to go before this Frank Feast, but the Dark Elf Mistress can't wait any longer. She has to make preparations in advance... Since the Dark Elves can't occupy the Fire Tribe, the Beast King can't take advantage of it!
When the dark elf mistress was preparing to rush to the Samal Snow Mountain in advance, Ottilia, the queen of the forest elves, was already sitting in the palace of the Elf King and meeting with the King of the Elf Tribe.
The dark elves, who had just cooperated with the Beast King in a friendly manner, could not tolerate the Beast King taking over the Fire Tribe, a monster with explosive productivity , and the forest elves naturally could not do the same.
After all... for thousands of years, the existence of the Far East Orc Empire was the biggest reason why the three elves in the northern continent had to maintain superficial harmony and respect a common leader regardless of whether they got along or not.
Whether the proud elves admit it or not, the Far East Orc Empire, which has a population ten times that of the entire elves and owns an entire Far East continent, is the most powerful force on the Bloomfield continent.
Why have the Snow Elves been making small moves in the Far East for so long? Have they eaten too much? Of course not - it's all because the Orc Empire is too powerful. If all the Orcs in the Far East unite and fight against the outside world, even a powerful king like the Snow Elves will have a headache!
If it weren't for this, the elves would have eaten too much and dragged the dwarf king to "protect" the tiger tribe that had fallen from the altar... When the tiger tribe's beast king was around, they didn't seem to have a very harmonious relationship with that tiger king.
Winter comes earlier on the Samal Snow Mountain than on the grassland. The grassland has just been dyed into a pure golden color by the autumn colors, and it has already snowed in the Ice and Snow King City.
Sitting in the warm room on the top floor of the Elf King's palace, as long as you raise your head, you can see through the glass ceiling and see the snowflakes floating above the magic circle covering the entire Ice and Snow King City.
In the tea room that is both refined and grand, graceful and low-key, Queen Ottilia and the Elf King sit opposite each other across the crystal tea table.
Gina, a lady-in-waiting in a long skirt, picked out the cores with a jade stick and placed the fruit plate cut into small pieces next to the queen. The queen nodded slightly to the attentive lady-in-waiting. Her face still had a hint of unhealthy weakness, but her sitting posture was meticulous, her eyes were gentle and firm, and even though she was in the same room with the Elf King, she still maintained the posture that a queen of the forest elves should have.
In contrast, the Elf King opposite him was somewhat casual. He was wearing a very simple white uniform, sitting in a high-back chair in an unformal manner, with his hands clasped in front of his abdomen, his fingers gently tapping the back of his hands, his head slightly tilted, thinking about something.
"Otilia, what are your thoughts?" The Elf King seemed to have thought of something and looked up at the Queen.
The Queen had dealt with the Elf King much more than the Dark Elf Matron, and while the King seemed to be asking for her opinion, she believed that the King had already made up his mind.
"King, the cursed land does not mean that the Fire Tribe cannot be accommodated." The queen said with a smile.
The Elf King smiled.
"In that case...it depends on whether these grassland orcs can hold on until the feast." said the Elf King.
The elves have been trying to divide the orcs in the Far East for thousands of years. If the orcs on the grassland can form an orc force independent of the Far East, then the elves have no reason to oppose...
Not only do we not oppose it, we also strongly support it!
But the support of the elves is not so easy to obtain. If these grassland orcs cannot even withstand the secret attacks of the Beast King, then the elves will not be interested in wasting their efforts.
The queen smiled gently again: "Since you rejected my invitation and sought the alliance with the Dwarf King, I believe the Fire Tribe is ready to prove itself."
The Queen was not completely ignorant of the fact that she was rejected by the Fire Tribe and was used as a stepping stone to hook up with the Dwarf King.
But she did not get angry about it. Instead, she admired the style of the grassland tribes who tried their best to seek independence. She had been educated by the leader of the elves and was not lacking in this aspect!
