"... Ariel is captured. As long as he really takes refuge in the drow, even if I die, this old guy will never recognize Ariel as the chief of our tribe again!!"
"The hatred between the drow and my Snowmi clan must be washed away with blood, and the foundation of our clan's survival for generations must also be taken back from their hands!!"
"Listen to me. If you still want to follow this guy Ariel, you can chop off your uncle's head first and give it to the drow as a meeting gift!!"
"Yes!! There are also a few of us old guys who can't live for a few years anyway, so we can just chop them up and give them to the drow!!"
It was said to be a discussion, but in reality it was more like Tim lowering his head with an ugly look on his face, accepting the teachings of Bianca's few old trolls.
There is no way, Bianca and Tim's father who passed away long ago are full brothers. In order to allow Tim to improve his self-strength with peace of mind over the years, Bianca has devoted all her resources to Tim, and finally achieved what he is now. Tim.
Not to mention that her recently deceased partner was also Bianca's biological daughter. Now her children are very much loved by Bianca. She teaches them step by step how to manage the family and has trained them as the next generation successor of the family.
Thousands of connections were woven into an invisible web, so that in front of Bianca, Tim couldn't hold up the aura of a legendary strong man, so he had to obediently be sprayed with spittle in his face by Bianca.
"... Allen and the Jackal from the Green Field Tribe are looking for you. Have you come up with any solution?"
After venting her anger, Bianca picked up the drink on the table, moistened her throat, raised her head and asked.
"They are just worried that Chief Yarel will defect to the enemy, so they hope that I can stand up and work with them to establish some kind of joint mechanism. The three tribes can reach a consensus on external defense and other aspects, just like the United Chamber of Commerce..."
When Tim got the chance to speak, he quickly told Bianca and several other elderly people the truth about the conversation in the courtyard.
While answering the old people's questions, Tim did not forget to use his peripheral vision to observe the troll leaders surrounding them. From their faces, Tim could clearly feel the expressions of approval for the choices of several old people, which made him struggling. Tim couldn't help but start to reflect, was his persistence really wrong?
"...Can you tell me more specifically about this consortium mechanism? What exactly is it?"
Several old people were obviously very interested in Allen's proposal and continued to question him.
"It's probably based on the parliamentary system of our alliance, with each of the three tribes selecting several representatives..."
Bianca's face was serious and earnest, and her wise pupils sometimes closed their eyes in deep contemplation, and sometimes were dazzling, as if they had gained something. His thoughts and purposes were originally very pure, that is, he hoped to send his nephew to the position of tribal leader and let Tim lead the Goodman family to glory.
If there are no accidents, Bianca actually does not want to overthrow the regime ruled by Ariel, because he knows that as long as the tribe continues a smooth transition, as Ariel's life span expires in a few decades, his nephew will mature, and he will Then he can naturally take over the authority of the chief and lead the entire tribe.
However, plans always fail to keep up with changes. The impact of Ariel's capture makes Bianca gradually unable to see the road ahead clearly. Although judging from the current situation of the tribe, Tim's position as the successor will not be shaken by the Yarel incident, but the interests of the Goodman family are likely to be greatly affected by this.
Just like the green-skin envoy who suddenly visited the night before and stated to himself the attitude and plan of the Green Tribe, if the Snowy clan really wants to join Ariel and join the drow, then the green-skin leader Allen will definitely join the gnolls, In a desperate attempt to expel their entire family from the Nasir Fortress.
Not to mention the final result, just thinking about the losses and costs of the troll family in this situation made Bianca feel heavy.
After finally living a stable life again, the Goodman family has just recovered some strength from the original displacement. Now they are thinking about accumulating some capital under the leadership of the United Chamber of Commerce, but they unexpectedly have to face the current predicament again. .
Between the interests of the family and the tribe, Bianca is undoubtedly more inclined to the interests of the family. The tribe has given her too few tangible things. On the other hand, the education and training and resources the family has given to her are all real. Invest.
Not to mention, in the long years to come, his descendants and relatives will have to rely on the huge wings of the family to continue passing on.
The old guys around Bianca have the same idea as him. Several major families have basically reached an agreement in private, and that's why they are now sitting at the same table.
"What do you think? Do you still want to stick to your pointless loyalty and wait for the final result to settle?"
After listening to Tim's introduction to the mechanism of the alliance, Bianca's cloudy-looking eyes seemed to see through Tim's heart, revealing Tim's inner struggle.
"Have you ever thought about how our Snowmi family will fare if things are really as imagined by Allen, Maggot Eyes and others?"
"Do you think the two tribes will sit back and watch us collude with the drow and threaten their territory in the Cator Mountains? Do you think us old guys will put aside our hatred and reconcile with the drow?"
"Since you are now sitting in the position of leader, even if it is only temporary, you must show the attitude and decision-making you should have when it comes to major issues related to the tribe! You can't..."
Several old troll parents gave righteous lectures one by one. Although they were rigid and boring, they put more psychological pressure on Tim than Alan and Maggot Eyes. The troll leaders around him were listening intently to Tim's conversation with his parents and echoing their opinions from time to time, which made Tim have to think carefully about whether he should escape next.
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The jackal leaders walked out of the restaurant door one after another, and soon the drumbeats of the team's gathering sounded, and countless thin footsteps formed a torrent that knocked on the ground.
The pedestrians on the streets of XC area gradually became less and less, and it seemed that the tense atmosphere in the fortress was felt. Many merchants either packed their bags and hid in inns and warehouses in the outer city, or led their teams to head outside the city.
In the DC area, the spies of the Green Field Tribe have already taken action. In addition to contacting the troll leaders to gather at the 'Ellen' Restaurant and putting pressure on Tim, there are also a few who hold important positions in the Troll Tribe. The leaders who have been mastered by the green field spies or who have been bribed by interests have begun to secretly entangle their respective confidants and prepare to express their attitudes with practical actions.
Of course, this would also involve members of the Goodman and other families, who, with their already assembled teams, were quietly ambushing at various important strongholds, waiting for signals from their parents to be ready to take over the defense of East City at any time.
A letter owl silently scurried out along the corner of the east city. After dodging several long arrows that were suddenly shot from the city, it flew deep into the Cator Mountains. Not long after, a huge pale owl appeared. The eagle rose up from the nameless valley where the owl fell, fluttering its broad wings and flew quickly to the north.
"Chief Ariel, I'm afraid this is the last time I come to meet you. After tonight, what your fate will be is no longer in my control."
Philemon, the northern chief priest of the Church of Nature, looked at the stubborn troll chief Ariel with regret and said helplessly.
Ariel's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained indifferent and he glanced at the half-elf slowly: "Then I'll say goodbye to you here first. Remember to report to the council when you return to Mansha City. , the despicable drow killed the leader of the Alliance clan!!"
"Whether I report it or not, what's the point... When the time comes, will you be able to get up from the River Styx and accuse the world of Drow's evil deeds? You should worry about yourself, think about you After hundreds of years of hard work, what will be left in the end??”
"Then you don't need to worry about it, Chief Priest Philemon. At least my Snowmi clan now has a stable place to breed. They will remember the sacrifices I have made for them, and they will also remember what Drow has done. !!”
Ariel is struggling in his heart. On the one hand, he cherishes his only one life, and on the other hand, he betrays his tribe and allies. No matter which choice he makes, he will pay a heavy and irreparable price.
For more than half a month, people came to persuade me to surrender every day. Sometimes it was the drow matrons with temptations such as generous benefits and beauty, and sometimes it was the full support of the Natural Church, etc. To say that Ariel was not moved That must be false, but with the bond and belief in the tribe in his heart, Ariel can persevere and has not bowed down until now.
"Anyway, I have analyzed everything that needs to be said with you. Since you are still delusional about those nihilistic things, there is nothing we can do about it."
Philemon bit his head and sighed. He had spent a lot of time trying to convince the drow to keep Yariel alive, hoping that by recovering Yariel, the Hosea Drow Federation would be able to join the alliance. There is some progress.
Unexpectedly, in the end, he underestimated the will of the troll leader and was so loyal to his tribe, which really made his plan fail.
"Then I hope you take care of yourself!!"
Philemon didn't want to waste any more words and walked out of the iron prison. When he came to the iron gate, he suddenly remembered something. He turned back to Ariel and said, "By the way, I forgot to tell you something, Naxi." The fortress has been very lively these past two days, and several major families in your tribe are working together to fight fiercely with the jackals."
"And the heir you like, the young troll legend named Tim, also follows his uncle Bianca around, and also takes care of your family."
"The descendants in your family who are in charge of public treasury, money and other positions have now been relieved of their duties and imprisoned..."
"enough!!"
Ariel, who had always had a calm attitude, finally changed his expression. Although he had already had a premonition in his heart, Ariel never expected that this day would come so quickly.
"Don't even think about trying to sow discord in front of me. I'm tired of it!!"
"Really? Then you should recognize this necklace in my hand, right?"
Philemon turned his hand, and a high-level magic necklace exuding a magical atmosphere came into Ariel's eyes.
It was something Ariel left to the current head of the family to save his life. It was inlaid with the heart-shaped brilliant star diamond, which allowed the wearer to cast a high-level teleportation spell once a day. There were also six symmetrical ice crystal jades that made the necklace Has the ice shield technique to block spells and attacks below legendary level three times a day.
Although it is only a high-end magic equipment, because of its significant life-saving effect, it has always been owned by the heads of the Ariel family. If the wearer had not taken the initiative to give it to outsiders, using the castle fortifications he built for his family descendants and the original defense system of Nasir Fortress, it would have been impossible for others to obtain this necklace.
"This is the head of your family who personally handed it over to me, the person in charge of the Church of Nature in Nasir Fortress. Please, we must hand it over to you!!"
"…………"
Ariel suppressed the anger in his heart and tried to keep a calm tone as he asked: "Besides this, does he have other words for you to bring to me?"
"Oh, you do know the trolls in your family. They actually asked me to bring you a few words."
Philemon's eyes shone brightly, and he finally felt Ariel's violent mood swings. It seemed that this move was not wrong.
"They asked me to give you a message and tell you to go back quickly, otherwise your family's entire industry and relatives may suffer!!"
"Hmph!! You don't need to be alarmist, I believe in Tim, he won't do anything sorry for me!!"
Ariel's eyes were still full of suspicion, and he replied contemptuously, with an expression that was indeed the case.
"It's up to you whether you believe it or not. I'm only responsible for bringing you the things and the message."
Philemon replied calmly.
"Okay, I'm leaving."
Crunch~~~
The sound of the iron door scraping was heard, and Philemon stepped out with light steps. At this moment, Ariel's hesitant voice suddenly came from behind.
"……etc!!"
Ariel spoke hesitantly. For him, it seemed that he had used all his strength to fully express these two syllables.
"You...can you guarantee that Drow will never interfere in the affairs of my tribe?"
"In the name of the Church of Nature, I promise you that I will never allow drow to interfere in the affairs of your Snowmi clan, but the premise is that your Snowmi clan believes in our Lord, the God of Nature, Ohai!!"
Philemon replied firmly.
"Then I have a few more requests..."
"Everything is negotiable..."
In the iron prison, Ariel and Philemon began a bargaining conversation, and outside the iron prison, several dark-skinned and plump drow matrons finally showed satisfied smiles.
