"His Royal Highness the Prince......"

The man next to him patted the elven prince on the shoulder. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The slight jolt brought Corlius' thoughts back to the real world.

How long he's been distracted, he doesn't know.

Standing on a makeshift platform made of firewood, he was watched by tens of thousands of Satie chieftains, but the prince could not utter a word.

In front of him rested the neat pile of logs the remains of Siga Needlewood, the last Elven King of Saty, the father of Corlius.

The thick armor was so heavy that it was difficult for several people to lift, but Sigar could wear it and gallop at stormy speeds.

The turquoise sword, the relict of 'Rusty Ryga', was now lying quietly on Siga's body, sleeping in the hands of the Elven King.

At such a close distance, Corlius could see that there was still some blood under Siga's body, staining the Elven King's clothes red.

However, the Satie chieftains were not particular about what the warriors wore when they came to the battlefield and what they still wore when they left the battlefield.

Whatever form he left the battlefield.

Any trace of him is a testament to everything he has ever experienced, including his bravery, his might, and of course, his shortcomings and weaknesses.

Sigar could always find the latter in his enemies.

This was something that Corlius did not possess, and he could not even see any weaknesses in his father.

Until Siga lay in front of him, Corlius still didn't know where the elven king with his broad body had lost.

"His Royal Highness the Prince......"

Several of the Satie chieftains standing beside him showed worried looks.

The murder of Siga Needlewood by Mespil had dealt an incalculable blow to Chief Saty, if Corlius could not have pulled himself together in this situation...... Then Chief Satie will have a hard time getting through this difficult time.

"My father...... Shiga Needle Wood"

Corlius opened his mouth as if he had been moved by some unknown god, and although he had forgotten to bless his voice with magic, it was okay.

The wind will bring the voice of the Satie chieftains to their compatriots.

In this land, the wind is their greatest ally and strongest partner.

“...... Never thought I would say goodbye to everyone in this way."

Corlius took a step back, allowing himself to see as many of the Satye chieftains as he could.

"Although the environment in which we live has always been harsh, our enemies have always been strong"

"But the Elven King, he has never been afraid of anything"

"My father used to say it to me"

"The land of the Satie chieftains is the reason why we have survived"

Corlius raised his hand, and flames erupted from his palm, and then drifted down the wind to the pile of logs in front of him.

The magic-soaked wood began to burn, releasing a fire that illuminated everyone.

"A strong king has left us"

"But the Sheikh Sati will not compromise on this"

"We still own the land"

"Hope is still burning in our hearts"

"The souls of countless warriors will defend this homeland with us"

Corlius finished speaking.

Tens of thousands of Satie chieftains were silent.

Of course, this is not a banquet to celebrate victory, this is a farewell ceremony.

No one will rejoice at the words of Corlius, and there is no need to roar for the dead king.

The Satie chieftain understands that the victor, naturally, has his point.

If you want to live in this land, you can only overcome your weaknesses and protect your homeland.

Otherwise, there will be more people to be sent off by the flames tomorrow.

"His Majesty the King"

Although Corlius had rehearsed such a scene in his mind many times, he did not feel very happy to have such a day.

In front of the throne of Chief Sati, a few dozen bureaucrats fell to their knees on one knee, bowed their heads, and swore allegiance to the new Elven King.

The master of the Satie chieftain changed from 'Siga' to 'Corlius'.

But fortunately, at least the king still has the surname 'needle wood'.

Whether it is power, power, or popularity, the Needlewood family is the leading royal nobles in the Satie chieftain.

Although there were no signs of civil unrest and the lives of the people were restored to peace, Corlius felt a great deal of pressure.

As the only son of Siga, Chief Satie, who is only one-armed, has many things to think about and answer.

"Everyone"

There were countless voices in Corlius' head, but one line was clear, and that line pointed to the future of the Satyr chieftain.

"I must apologize to you"

The new king's words caused the elves to raise their heads and look at Corlius with puzzled eyes.

"I made a fatal mistake in my strategy against the Dawn Mountains"

Corlius stood up and used what little reason he had left in his mind to sort out the combat operations that had taken place during this time.

"Our main force was used to help Sluka in his assault on the Wild Canyon"

"And I want to ambush Ellie Heanna with the few remaining warriors"

"Even with the holy relics as a killer weapon, I should not underestimate Mespil's counterattack"

Several generals who were closer to Corlius looked at each other.

"With all due respect, Your Majesty Corlius, that's not your ......"

"Yes, it's my fault"

In the eyes of all the bureaucrats, Corlius seemed a little too remorseful in his sadness.

The ambush against Elice Heranna was flawless.

The raid on the Savage Canyon was also a great victory.

The sight of a million troglodytes attacking the Dawn Mountains was the most inspiring sight for the Satie chieftains for thousands of years.

The only miscalculation was the teleportation assault launched by Mespier with 10,000 elite troops of the Dawn Mountains.

But even with such a heavy blow from Maispil, the Satie chieftains paid only a few hundred men.

The Dawn Mountains had indeed succeeded in rescuing Princess Ellieherana, but the princess had been injured by the witch's relics and could no longer perform powerful magic.

For Chief Satie, the whole strategy has not been subversively attacked, has not been reduced to a disadvantage, and even has some slight advantages.

"Everything is my fault"

Just when the officials wanted to refute, they saw a more profound light in the eyes of Corlius.

What the Elven King is referring to is not this series of strategic actions.

"The hatred for the Dawn Mountains, especially for Elice Heranna, makes me desperate"

"Took the whole Satie chief with a huge bet"

"And now the result is the price paid for this gamble"

The king's words made everyone feel heartache, but at the same time, it also became clear that the elven king of the Satie chief should always be aware of his weaknesses and face up to any mistakes he made.

Otherwise, they will not be able to lead the Satie chieftains to survive in this harsh land.

"Even if there is such a great hatred between us"

"Even when their swords were so close to my throat"

"The elves of the Dawn Mountains did not take my life"

For Corlius, there was really no hope of surviving at that time, and the prince's mind only thought that the battle had collapsed and the entire Satye chief would be reduced to ashes.

However, the worst he had expected did not happen.

He is still alive, and Chief Satie is still standing on the edge of civilization.

"Not out of pity"

"It's because they see a longer future"

Maybe it was the fear of the death match and counterattack of the Satie chieftains, or the fear of Sruka's attack taking advantage of the chaos, or maybe it was for other reasons.

All in all, the group of people was full of forethought, and this touched Corlius very much.

"You don't have to worry and you don't have to be afraid, that young man named Corlius is dead"

"In his place, there was a leader surnamed Needle Wood"

"Now I am different from before, and I will not lead you astray again"

For the first time, tears hung on Corlius' face, and tears fell from the prince's side face and dripped on the land, becoming one with it.

Every bureaucrat present bowed their heads again, and they knew from their hearts that Corlius was not joking.

These words just now are not the acting skills of a politician, the elven king of the Satie chief has changed.

After this fatal defeat, it was finally reborn.

"Glory with Chief Satie"