"It's been ten days!

Marquis Rogers was furious, slamming the table and snarling to vent his emotions.

The Drow Elves had occupied the town for ten days, and more and more corpses hung from the trees outside the town, but the rate of increase was getting slower and slower.

From this, it can be seen that fewer and fewer people in that town choose to rebel, and more and more people submit to the drow elves, preferring to become slaves rather than live, and this is only ten days later!

In just ten days, the Drow Elves have almost 'domesticated' the entire town, and what will happen if it takes longer?

However, this has little to do with the great nobles here.

For the occupied town did not belong to the domain of any one of them, but to a middle-class nobleman.

Naturally, the middle-class nobleman also cried to them, begging them to send troops to solve this problem, and even willing to give part of the family property.

That town was so important to him and his family, and it was because of that town that that the nobleman could become a 'middle nobleman'.

However, what does this have to do with the great nobles here?

It was a trade route with a huge volume of trade, which could bring them a lot of money, and although most of it was in the hands of that nobleman, as long as they could make a business, they would also make money.

The great nobles here did not rise because of one or two trade routes that could bring great wealth, their tentacles spread all over every trade route, and they became 'great nobles' by gathering sand into towers and accumulating small amounts of money, and the loss of this trade route was not serious for them.

"You're embarrassed to say!" Prime Minister Luo Wei pressed his arms to the table, the blue tendons on his forehead protruded, he gritted his teeth, and his voice seemed to come from the bottomless abyss, especially gloomy, "I have already sent troops to attack once, what about your people?"

His eyes glared angrily, his eyeballs about to pop out of his sockets, and his resentful gaze swept over everyone, and he let out another low roar: "What about your people?!"

Even if he could tell at a glance that everyone else in the room looked angry and gloomy, no one was really angry—not a single one, including him!

He had a lot of interests at stake in that trade route, but he had already made a deal with the Drow Elves, and he could earn more in private.

So he didn't have to worry about anything going wrong, except that the Drow had torn up the agreement with him.

But if the Drow Elves break their agreement with him, they will face his wrath, and as a great nobleman, he now wields far more power than the Drow Elves who have fled from the underworld.

What's more, the drow elves living in the world of Assatom today are some 'cannon fodder' that have been left behind, and they don't have 'legendary' level combat power at all.

In this world, 'power' is the most fundamental thing, and if you don't have power, even if you have countless wealth in your hands, you can't keep it at all!

And now, he has the 'absolute power' over the Drow Elves, so he doesn't need to worry about the Drow Elves tearing up the agreement between him and them.

In that case, he is going to carry out this plan to the end!

Not only did he send men to attack the town, but in order to show his sincerity and truthfulness, he didn't tell anyone else about it at all, and the soldiers he sent were all fighting with real guns and swords - from the very beginning, their fate had been decided, they were destined to die there!

The battle was particularly severe, and when the Drow elves were aware of all their arrangements, they were not only attacked by surprise, but almost completely slaughtered, leaving only a few people to escape.

The army was badly defeated, most of them died there, and only a few managed to escape or were captured by the Drow elves and became their slaves.

This is the price that must be paid for the success of the program!

"What about you—you—of you?!," Rowe roared at all the nobles, and then sat down in his chair panting, his face still grim.

"There have been some 'imitators' of those Drow Elves in my territory recently, and they can't be mobilized!" "Marquis Rogers took a deep breath and explained confidently, "So this matter can only be handled by you, and it is okay for me to send troops, but I can't support much." ”

"My army ......," Duke Norvi pinched his brows with some annoyance and sighed, "Recently, I have been clearing out the monsters that have suddenly appeared in the territory, and you also know that the trade routes I have mastered are mainly 'land routes', and if I don't kill those monsters, the business will not be able to continue." ”

After the two of them spoke, the other big nobles also said perfunctorily: "Yes, the movement of the border troops of the Kurkut Empire has scared me in recent days, and my territory is close to that side, so I have to make some adjustments accordingly, and I don't have the time and troops to deal with this matter." ”

"The waterway trade route near the subhuman kingdom that I am in charge of has recently appeared a fish-man tribe, which will attack the towns and villages on the banks of the river from time to time, and sometimes attack merchant ships, and my army will use it for this!"

Everyone here has their own reasons, and it can be summed up in one sentence - if you want no one, if you want money, you don't have money, anyway, you don't have the time and energy to deal with that matter in a short time, and you can only let others deal with it.

"By the way, Your Excellency Prime Minister, can't you just let your family's 'legend' dispatch?" Marquis Rogers listened to the other people's excuses, and then suddenly said to Prime Minister Rowe with a smile, "Now those drow elves look so weak, as long as you send out a legend, you can destroy them, right?"

"Who knows what's standing behind them?" Hearing this, Prime Minister Luo Wei couldn't help but scold, "Do you have no brains, if they don't have any strength behind them, would they dare to do such a thing that annoys us?"

"Don't you have no brains, and if you do, you think I'd say something like that?" said Marquis Rogers, whose face changed suddenly, and he also scolded.

The room quarreled again, during which Prime Minister Rowe wanted to silence the Marquis of Rogers with another show of hands, but this time everyone else was watching coldly and not showing their attitude.

Everyone present has a ghost in their hearts, and no one wants to contribute, anyway, it is not them who are damaged, so why should they go to this troubled water.

"Give me a word, will you send troops?"

After arguing for a while, Prime Minister Luo Wei sat back in his chair with an ugly face, and the chair under him couldn't help but creak.

He raised his hand and pointed at the other nobles, demanding that they vote now.

He couldn't bear it anymore, even if he knew it was acting, but the attitude of Marquis Rogers and the others made him angry.

"Hmph!" Marquis Rogers also sat back, clasped his arms in his hands, and snorted coldly, "I have my own affairs to deal with, and I can send troops if I want to, but I can't give too much!"

Duke Norvi stroked his beard and sighed again, "I really can't help it, but I can support some supplies, and I can't help it no matter how much I have." ”

"I can't send troops or supplies, but I can pay some money. ”

"I can't help it, after all, you all know the situation there where I am, if the fish-man tribe is not destroyed, I won't be able to live there in peace. So, sorry!"

The big nobles expressed their positions one after another, and Prime Minister Luo Wei looked at them coldly, obviously not very satisfied.

But this also seemed to be expected by him, and he turned his head and snorted softly, propped up the table and stood up, "That's it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left the conference room without looking back.

As he left, his steps were urgent and heavy, apparently holding his breath.

The other nobles, you look at me, I look at you, didn't say anything more, and left this conference room with a blank face.

Everyone has their own ideas, but they all have the same goal - no troops, no money, and it has nothing to do with them anyway!

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