Although elves are generally kind, there are always some bad personalities, and now that there is a troublemaker, Charles actually doesn't really care.

Relatively speaking, he cares more about the special abilities he has used before.

That power was not a mental trick for him, but another power that had awakened over the years.

It's just that he used to think that there was a unique power lurking in his eyes, but he never figured out how to activate it, and it was several years before he suddenly used it today.

Overall, Charles was quite grateful to the silver-haired guy with a bit of a stupid head.

But now is not the time to think about that.

After the oath had been taken by many elven leaders, the meeting of Nando continued for a long time, and did not disperse until nightfall.

The kingdom of the Green Elves was initially established, and there were many problems, but apart from some important issues of direction, Charles handed over all other trivial matters to Calebdil.

While making the other party feel helpless, he was also a little curious about why he seemed to be in a hurry when he left.

"Is Your Majesty really afraid of trouble to such a degree?"

……

Kellebudiel was wrong.

Although Charles is more afraid of trouble, he actually doesn't have anything important to do, and it is no problem to simply take out a month or two, or even a year or two.

After all, elves are immortal.

Now I can't wait, I just want to go back and study my abilities as soon as possible.

……

In the dimly lit house, Charles sat cross-legged on the palate, staring thoughtfully at the dagger-scraped pile of words on the wooden strip floor.

Ten years later, his ability to control shadows was still only ten, but he had developed a special ability that he couldn't use in the past.

The sudden entry into force of this ability today has forced Charles to ponder why.

"Normally, you don't need it, but when Angelos stepped up, he reacted. It can't be because that guy is special, so ......"

"Is it because he's targeting me? Or is it hostile to me? ”

"Hostility can spur me on this ability?"

He was enlightened, but he was confused. It feels like the power of the shadows is a bit out of touch with psychic abilities again.

But if he explained it this way, then he couldn't say it before, because he hadn't met anyone or elves who were hostile to him before.

Half-orc: It was ten years ago, and he didn't have the ability to awaken at that time.

"Looks like we need to find a chance to experiment carefully."

Muttering, Charles remembered the silver-haired elf who had slipped away during the meeting, and was thinking about whether to catch up with him before he could go far to find him as a test target, when there was a sudden knock on the door.

It was said to be a knock on the door, but it was not.

Because it was built on a tree, the "doorbell" of his wooden house was not at the door, but under the tree.

There is a small wooden plank over there, specially treated in the same way as making musical instruments, hollow inside, and it is crisp and loud when struck.

Charles got up and ran to see that it was some of the Nando elves who had been participating in the meeting during the day, led by Celebdil.

He didn't feel any surprise at this, because before the meeting ended, he told the elves to go back and count the total number of Nando tribes that could be ruled by the present.

At this moment, eighty percent of them are running to report.

The group climbed up a wooden ladder, and Charles beckoned them into the house.

There are three elves in total, all of whom have known each other in the past, so there is no need to put up a fight. Once seated, Charles asked them what they were for.

Sure enough, the debriefing came.

"Excluding the elves under Angelos' rule, the number of our own people we can gather at the moment is less than 10,000."

Cele Bodil said worriedly, handing a folded stack of "leaves" to Charles.

These contain details of the event written in the common Elven script, the Qils alphabet (or Runi script).

This includes the current location of the dominant ethnic groups, the number of each ethnic group, and the leaders they send to the meeting.

"Remember to send your people to the gathering place where Angelos is. Just because Angelos has a problem doesn't mean that other people have a problem, and we can't give up on them. Charles said, picking up the stack of "reports" and reading them.

He had already expected the figures.

Elves are near-immortal, and there can be no such thing as population attrition except for unnatural death. That is, in normal peacetime, the number of elves will only increase, and there will be no decrease in number.

However, although the Nando tribe has survived and multiplied in the Land of the Seven Rivers for more than a thousand years, the war more than 300 years ago caused them a lot of losses, and after the war, a large number of Nando ran to Doriath.

Coupled with the fact that these 102 gathering places are not the Land of the Seven Rivers, it is estimated that about half or even more of them did not come to the meeting, so it is not surprising that Charles is a "scarce" number.

"How many soldiers are planned to be able to be trained?" He asked.

"Barely enough for two thousand." Another tall brown-haired elf replied.

This percentage is already very high.

Elves have no old people, no crippled or too weak.

Young elves reach adulthood in about 50 years, and since they are in a vast forest with abundant resources, they don't have to worry too much about supplies when fighting in forests and mountains.

In fact, if it weren't for the rule of the Nando, or all elves, that men were in charge of warfare, and women were in charge of household chores, it would not be too much to say that the people were all soldiers.

Excluding some logistics and the fact that there are minor children to raise in the family, the number of 2,000 is even a bit beyond Charles's expectations.

"But it's still too little." He pondered silently.

The person who spoke just now was the main person in charge of gathering the soldiers of the clan, called Amglas, who was known for his martial arts in the Nandor tribe, and was good at climbing and shooting, and he was no match for the charr in a single round of archery.

In addition to this one, Calebdil is in charge of the dispatch and relocation of all the tribes, and next to him is a beautiful brown-haired woman who is in charge of the supplies and future production of potions in the clan, her name is Grovel.

There was also Broad, who was in charge of the laws of Nando, Borrell, who was in charge of communicating with the dwarves and overseeing the construction of the royal city in the future, and Knoui, who was in charge of protecting the king's safety.

They are basically the initial backbone of the Nando Kingdom.

However, of the last three, the first two did not come now, and the captain of the guard behind him stood under the old oak tree and watched around.

Later, after the initial assembly of the army, he would select other guards to supplement the escort - Charles's initial impression of his new captain of the guard was that he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a bit of a dull temperament.

It's rudimentary, but it's clear that the perfect structure can't be erected in a day, and they only choose what they need at the moment.

That's right, it's the election, not the Shire distribution.

Although in the meeting, the elves did not object to Charles personally appointing each person in charge, but Charles refused, saying that he did not know much about it, and everyone chose together.

For, as he had promised to be king, he wanted nothing more than a name.

And he really doesn't know what "talents" there are in the Nando tribe.

He had never paid attention to this before. He had never been a king, and he didn't think he had that kind of vision.

"Two thousand troops are simply impossible to fight against the orcs in the mountains."

"And it still needs training, and it's not clear how much combat power there is." So we still have to inform Doriath, and the Noldor people of the north. ”

"King Singh will only hide inside his enchanted ring, and will not care if we live or die. As for the Noldor, it would be nice if we could get in touch with the Noldor High King, Finn, but the closest to us are the seven sons of Fëanor, who are said to be of inferior character......"

At this point, Kellebudir was not averse to requesting foreign help, but he was clearly not hopeful.

Glover, the only female elf here, said softly, "Let's not forget that there are still dwarves in the mountains, and the path opened by the orcs is already closer to them. Now that we have begun to dispatch the migration of the clan to Torgaran, with the protection of the Seven Rivers, even if the orcs invade, we will not lose for a while, but they are different......"