"It's so barbaric, the black barbarian is really a human-shaped beast, and they all deserve to die!"

"We feel the pain that God has suffered. ”

"When I return to the tribe, I will ask all the dryads to pray for the innocent sacrifices of the Rosevians. ”

Seeing that Jonathan finished speaking, the tree elf opened his mouth to be a bunch of incomparably fleshy but useless polite words, for the sake of immediate interests, the black barbarian brothers will not be short of meat.

"No matter how fierce the black barbarians are, they are just a group of humanoid beasts, as long as the Divine Monarch's army arrives, they will inevitably be crushed into powder!" Mizdenor said impassionedly, holding his head high.

"That's right, the Great Emperor's army is invincible!"

"His Majesty the Great Emperor made a move, where is there still a way for this group of black barbarians to live. ”

These are all big truths, the tree elves are really scared and convinced, their bones are crispy in front of the Rossevians, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are fully kneeling and licking.

Don't say that 800 years, even a hundred years of humiliation, can make a once incomparably brilliant nation begin to deny itself, how can the tree elves be exempt from vulgarity. Their general consciousness now is that they are inferior to human beings, and in the final analysis, they are kneeling for a long time and their knees are rooted, and they really can't stand up.

Of course, they do not have the capital to stand up.

"His Majesty the Emperor is on a foreign campaign, and although the imperial army is strong, it is difficult to adapt to the climate of the rainforest, and if you force an attack, you are afraid that you will suffer heavy losses. ”

Jonathan observed their expressions, avoided the serious, and said half-openly.

"This ...... What can I do about this?" The regent almost understood what he meant at this time, didn't he just want to send troops himself, of course he was a million unwilling in his heart. Deliberately stumbling up.

"I've heard that the Dryad Jungle is very tactical. Is Your Highness willing to share your worries for His Majesty the Emperor?" saw that the other party began to pretend to be stupid. Jonathan asked clearly.

You don't want to bleed, why should we tree elves shed blood for you, isn't it enough to knock bones and suck the marrow!?

The leaders of the tribes were scolding in their hearts, they were not subordinate to each other, so naturally they didn't want to bleed more, so they just waited for an unlucky guy who couldn't hold their breath to test the water first.

"Of course I'm willing to share the emperor's worries, and I'm willing to send five hundred!no! eight hundred elite soldiers!" This unfortunate bastard is, of course, Mizdeno, who made him the regent in name......

Since the Rosevians have opened their mouths, he has to try his best to satisfy the other party, who makes the current shape better than the people.

"The Green Forest tribe is willing to send three hundred elite warriors. ”

"The Barren Hills tribe is willing to send three hundred elite warriors. ”

"The Shenze tribe is willing to send two hundred elite warriors. ”

With the beginning of the regent, the tree elves reluctantly relented, endured the pain in their flesh, gritted their teeth and reported the smallest number they could accept.

Anyway, the other party will definitely bargain, and then add some people to deal with it.

......

Jonathan, of course, knew what was going on in their hearts, so he deliberately paused for a while, until beads of sweat appeared on the foreheads of all the tree elves, and then laughed and said:

"You are indeed loyal servants of the Empire. That being the case, we cannot do you any wrong. ”

"That's what we should do. ”

Mizdeno said with a fake smile. He completely attributed the other party's words to being cheap and selling well.

"It can't be said that the Empire has never been unkind to those who sincerely do things for us...... Or Dryads. Jonathan stared at the regent with blazing eyes, and said with a stern expression:

"In that case, every Treant who is willing to fight for the Empire will receive a mercenary fee of 50,000 soles, which we will pay directly to the tribes. At the same time, they will also receive the same salary and treatment as Imperial soldiers, and they will be rewarded immediately, and they will also receive a bereavement pension for their deaths!"

When did humans become so disciplined?

The regent and the tribal leaders were stunned, they were the big names in the sea of trees, and they also had an idea of Thor's purchasing power, a hundred warriors, that's five million sols!

According to the price of grain in Rossevia, one sol can buy nearly five pounds of grain, and five million soles is twenty-five million pounds of grain!

And this money is given to the tribe! As for how to distribute it, it doesn't depend on the mood of the leader?

If there were a few thousand more warriors, not only would there be no food crisis, but they would also be able to live the life of a human noble. Tut-tut, the extravagance of the upper echelons of Rosevia, the leaders of the tree elves have heard of it, but they have never had the opportunity to do it.

Your Royal Highness the Regent, don't refuse.

Of course, Mizdeno would not refuse, but he was stunned by the surprise that came to him, but fortunately, the city was deep enough, and he relied on the identity of the superior for many years to calm down, so he coughed twice and said:

"Your Excellency, what you said is true, this joke cannot be made. ”

"There is absolutely no half-truth, as long as they have done their work, the reward can be shared equally with the tribe. ”

It's a long-term deal!

Including the regent, all the leaders of the dryads felt that they had made a lot of money, how could humans have been so generous, and it was not bad to mess with them.

"Not only that, but we also have additional perks for the Dryad warriors. ”

There are still benefits!?

The tree elves were so happy that even the attendants in the Mother Tree Hall pricked up their ears to see if they could stuff their brothers and sisters into the mercenary army, so that they could eat well.

"We have prepared thirty acres of land for each tree elf, which can be inherited and traded, but these lands are all in the Southern Barren Swamp, which is controlled by the black barbarians, and you need to take it yourself. ”

Jonathan deliberately paused when he said this, and said in an accentuated tone: "If you get it, it's yours, you can dispose of it at will, even if you take all your family and friends, it's no problem." ”

Even the land!

That's the land in the sun!

You can also pick up your friends and family!

Although the Southern Wilderness Swamp is too lazy to occupy in the eyes of the Rossavians, in the eyes of the tree elves, it is too good land to bask in the sun, have clean water, and grow delicious fruits.

After being starved for so long, that's all they wanted.

“......”

Mizdeno was almost speechless with excitement, since those lands were allowed to be bought and sold, didn't it mean that he could get them, and he couldn't wait to soak up the warmth of the sun.

"Your Excellency, Ambassador!"

The leader of the Barren Hill tribe was the first to lose his breath, stood up suddenly, and shouted in a loud voice:

"It is really arrogant that a few black barbarian beasts dare to repeatedly invade the territory of the kingdom and slaughter innocent people, and I am willing to send a thousand troops to die for His Majesty the Great Emperor. ”

That's all there is to the tree elves, for the sake of profit, the black barbarian brothers who were still silently thinking about the distance in their hearts just now have become beasts at this time.

"I'm willing to send a thousand and a half troops to conquer the black barbarians for the Empire!" the leader of the Green Forest tribe also stood up.

"I will send two thousand troops! I will defend the territory for the brotherly state!" The leader of the Moonlight tribe was not to be outdone.

"I will send two thousand and a half troops, and I will not stop until I slaughter all the black barbarians!" the leader of the Shenze tribe roared loudly.

Everyone, including Jonathan, couldn't help but glance at him, just now this product was only willing to send two hundred people, but now it has multiplied more than tenfold, and the appearance is too ugly.

"I'm willing to ......"

"I'm out ......"

Under the impassioned arguments of the Dryads, the number of mercenaries grew, and soon reached 20,000, which was already the upper limit of the Cabinet's predetermined target.

At this time, Jonathan calmly stretched out his hands and made a stop gesture:

"Twenty thousand tree elves who are proficient in jungle warfare, sweeping the swamps of the Southern Wilderness is a breeze, and since you have already expressed your position, the warriors still have to be ready. ”

"Your Excellency, we will definitely cooperate fully!" the regent respectfully poured a glass of wine and handed it to the other party.

"The empire is quick to be generous to those who are obedient, and those who have done so will be rewarded, and those who have done so will be punished. ”

Jonathan took the wine glass, filled it with his own drink, and said with a smile: "I hope that in the future, we can sincerely cooperate and become rich together." ”

"Yes, let's get rich together!"

The regent and the leaders called out like a carnival, could they not be happy, not only solved the food crisis, but also fell a big pie from the sky.

If humans can continue to be so generous, it would be a good deal to mess with them, thought the Dryad leaders, including Mizdenor.

Yes, the thighs are thick and rich, and humans eat meat, and it's good for them to pick up bones.

Why fight with them, after thousands of years, the human race is getting stronger and stronger, and the tree elves are about to become extinct. Why bother, it's obvious that the tree elves are inherently inferior to others, and admitting their shortcomings is not a shame.

As for what replaced Antlasu as the central world, or even broke out of the world to dominate the universe, such wishful thinking would have been thrown into the depths of the River Styx.

Seeing that the tree elves were so happy, Jonathan also smiled very happily, he used half of the expected conditions to get the king court of the tree elves, and the southern border trouble was just around the corner.

Why did he insist on paying for it?

Because the Empire needs scrappy Dryad warriors, not a bunch of lost dogs who have been forced to leave their homes.

Give them dignity, give them money, give them the opportunity to use their swords to acquire land for their own plows, can the tree elves not fight to the death to exterminate those mongrel barbarians?

When the time comes, they will not only be the warriors of the Tree Elves, but also the Great Wall of the southern frontier of the Empire!

Of course, there are two sides to any policy, and in a certain way, the tree elves are more dangerous than the black barbarians, after all, the latter are only humanoid beasts, while the former has created a glorious civilization.

However, this is not a big deal, just control the number of tree elves, let them and the black barbarians in the Southern Wilderness Swamp, it is enough for the empire.

Moreover, their roots are always in the Sea of Trees world, and allowing them to buy and sell land means that they are allowed to complete their metabolism spontaneously, and there is only so much land to prepare, and the number of tree elves will not rise anywhere. (To be continued......)