"Hair ...... What happened? ”

"Is it the Great Light that saves its people?"

"Nope! That's definitely not the Light! I am a paladin, and no one knows the Light better than I do. ”

"This is the power of God! I swear I saw a pair of majestic eyes at the end of the pillar of light! ”

"So we were saved by an unknown god?"

"It can't be some evil god, the living troll god of the Loa God, right?"

"I don't feel like it. Because most of the gods of Loa that the trolls believe in are directly related to nature and animals, but the power just now is obviously full of warmth and healing like holy light. What's more, Firehand Valley is not Stratholme, and there is never any sign of troll activity around. ”

"Damn! If only there was a mage from Dalaran. They must have sensed something from the pillar of light. ”

"No way, Lady Gianna Proudmore went to the Knights of the Silver Hand to ask for help. But in any case, those infected with the plague have been miraculously redeemed, and we can breathe a sigh of relief from the never-ending siege of the undead. ”

……

As the dazzling pillar of light gradually disappeared, the surrounding environment was once again shrouded in darkness, and the soldiers who had been so shocked that they could not speak finally began to regain consciousness one after another.

Although the crisis has not yet been resolved, and a staggering number of ghouls, zombies, and skeletons still lurk in the shadows, they still show the excitement, excitement, and joy of the aftermath of the catastrophe.

After all, it's one thing to fight a murderous and bloodthirsty green-skinned orc, and quite another to fight a corpse that has come back from the dead.

The latter, in particular, have no idea what fear and pain are, and not long ago they were living civilians, which can be a great blow to soldiers mentally and psychologically.

If they could, they would rather fight the strong and powerful green-skinned orcs than endure such grief and pain.

While everyone was debating what the pillar of light was, a sturdy man in the armor of a Lordaeron Royal Guard officer walked straight up to the young priest who was standing there stupidly, bewildered.

"Trainee Priest Ranny, His Royal Highness Prince Alsace wants to see you."

"Wang ...... His Royal Highness the Prince wants to see me? ”

The young priest known as Lenny was stunned for a moment, then nodded subconsciously: "Of course, no problem. But I don't really know what's going on. ”

"It doesn't matter, His Royal Highness the Prince has his own judgment. And don't be so nervous, after all, you've just saved the whole of Fireplace Valley and all of us. ”

With that, the officer turned and led the way towards the young man not far away, who was surrounded by ghoul stumps and severed arms.

Due to the limited number of troops, all the surviving inhabitants of the entire Fireplace Valley are now largely concentrated in this small square.

With the help of dense houses, a number of cross-cutting carriages, dismantled wooden fences, and haystacks blocked the two narrow intersections, and a rudimentary fortification was barely functional.

The haystack, in particular, had already exerted quite amazing power in the war with the orcs.

Not only can it be used to fend off arrows, javelins, spears and other long-range weapons, but it can also ignite and cause massive burns, and enemies must at least burn a few times before rushing up.

In addition, equipment such as siege towers and ladders, which are mainly wooden structures, will also be burned in the raging fire.

With the faint glow of the burning haystack, the blonde prince's face was clearly visible, full of gloom, anger and pain.

Although with his rigorously trained combat skills and the power from the Holy Light, he was able to block the army of the undead that was more than ten times or even dozens of times his own with only a small number of troops at hand, which could be regarded as an impeccable and brilliant victory from any point of view.

But the problem was that he was obviously not happy at all.

Because the undead who were slain were all the people of the kingdom of Lordaeron, and he swore to protect them at all costs.

But now, these people have become monsters and are killed one by one by their own hands.

The kind of heartache that cannot be described in words is as maddening as killing the "invincible" of the beloved horse in the first place.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the end result wasn't too bad.

At least sixty or seventy percent of the inhabitants of Hearthvale survived.

The plague, which had no way before, seemed to have found a solution.

Thinking of this, Prince Arthas, the only legitimate male heir of King Terenas Minahir of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, a disciple of Uther the Lightbringer, and recognized as the first filial son of Azeroth, finally let go of the hand holding the warhammer, let the tense muscles relax, and asked without looking back, "Farric, did you bring it?" ”

"Yes, Your Highness the Prince, I have brought the probationary priest who caused the miracle."

The officer, known as Faric, replied in the affirmative without thinking.

Arthas immediately turned his gaze to the nervous young man who was following Farrick: "What's your name?" ”

"Lenny, my name is Lenny Scart, and I am a probationary priest at the Holy Light Church in Hearthvale, His Royal Highness the Prince."

The priest hurriedly and clumsily touched his chest with one hand and bowed.

Although he had learned aristocratic etiquette from his mentor, it was still unsettling for a commoner of modest origin to encounter a high-ranking member of the royal family for the first time.

After all, the current Lordaeron Kingdom is in full swing, leading the alliance to win the war with the orcs completely, and its own territory has basically not been damaged by war, which is the peak of national strength.

Terenus is regarded by countless people as the most outstanding and great leader of the human kingdoms.

And as his child, Arthas, who is destined to become the king of Lordaeron, naturally rises in his identity and status.

Not to mention a mere commoner, even the rulers of other kings will choose to treat him politely when they see him.

After all, Terenus had only one son and one daughter.

Unless Arthas dies unexpectedly, he will be the next king.

As for Princess Galia Minethir, it is only possible for the former to be crowned queen if the former dies unexpectedly and leaves no heirs.

Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, the identity of a filial son has never been a prince, but the undoubted future king of Lordaeron, who has carried the ardent expectations of countless people from the moment he was born.

He must be excellent, for only a good man can afford the crown of the monarch of the kingdom of Lordaeron;

He must be perfect, and only a perfect man can convince the leaders of other nations and ensure the unity of the entire alliance.

It is this stressful environment that creates a personality that has huge flaws and is prone to extremes when frustrated.

But unfortunately, everyone was immersed in the good side of the prince and did not notice his fragile and fragile heart.

"Tell me, Pastor Lenny, what did you just do?"

Arthas was clearly concerned about the miracle that would dispel the plague and heal all the sick civilians.

Because if this power can be used frequently, it means that when encountering similar situations, you will no longer be as powerless as before, but you can cure all those who are sick.

When the time comes, no matter what the Cursed Sect has planned, don't want to pollute the subjects of the Lordaeron Kingdom through food.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, but I don't know what I've done.

It's just that when I see civilians fall in pain and be transformed into undead monsters, my heart is full of torment.

At the same time, I have wavered in my faith in the Light, and I am eager to find an unknown and powerful being that will give me the strength to save more people.

Originally, this prayer was just an outpouring of despair, but suddenly a voice answered me.

There are only two things I know now.

One is that the other party calls himself Soth, and the other is that I have become the other party's messenger in some way.

And...... And I also gained some special magical abilities. ”

Pastor Lenny 1510 told all he knew.

Because he also wanted to know why it was his own insignificant little character who could cause the miracle, why not His Royal Highness the prince himself, or a higher-ranking priest, paladin, or bishop.

"Soth? Is this God's name? ”

Arthas continued to ask in an uncertain tone.

Lanny nodded slightly, "I think it should be." After all, there is nothing else besides this. ”

"And what purpose or intention does he have?"

Alsace asked again with perseverance.

After all, he had to be cautious in this matter, first of all, to make sure that it was not a trap set by some evil god, demon, or ancient elemental creature.

Lenny closed his eyes and tried to make contact through the faint thread.

It took about two or three minutes for him to open his eyes and slowly spit out two words from his mouth: "Faith!"

This great being professes to be the God of Contracts.

He wants our people to build a temple to serve Him.

He is also the witness and supervisor of any transaction, the signing of contracts, and the promulgation of legal terms.

Anyone who violates it will be punished.

In return, he is willing to bestow divine magic on gifted believers to help us fight against the scourge of the dead and the terrible plague of magic. ”

"The God of Contract? I've never heard of it before......"

A puzzled expression appeared on Arthas's handsome face.

As the prince of Lordaeron, he has received an all-round elite education, and his knowledge and vision are by no means comparable to ordinary people.

But even so, I have never heard of any god of contract, and even Dalaran's librarian has absolutely no record of this.

"Like you, this is the first time I've heard of it.

But it's true when it comes to giving power.

I can now use magic to transform water into an antidote to the plague and purify the contaminated food.

At that time, if you encounter a similar situation, you only need to give those sick civilians to drink the water blessed by divine magic to gain strong resistance, or even complete recovery.

On top of that, I've also gained healing, blessings, charisma, disease removal, piety shields, immobilization, and a host of other magical spells that I can cast with enough mana.

These magic techniques are far more complex and comprehensive than the magic of the Holy Light.

If there were enough pastors like me, it would be much easier to deal with the undead and the plague than it is now. ”

As he said this, a faint red glow flashed in Lanny's eyes.

There is no doubt that this young man, who has no slightest defense in his heart, has begun to unconsciously affect his thinking.

After all, when it comes to manipulating consciousness and playing with people's hearts, the devil is an out-and-out expert.

"You mean for me to change the Church of Light in Hearth Valley to the God of Contract?"

Arthas's eyes widened in surprise.

After all, the Holy Light is one of the most powerful and formidable forces in the entire Lordaeron Kingdom and even within the Alliance, and more than ninety percent of the people believe in it to a greater or lesser extent.

He wasn't quite sure if he would provoke a fierce opposition from the Church of Light if he did do so.

"Is there anything better we can do now?

What's more, everyone in the Church of the Holy Light is dead, and I am the only one left.

Don't you think it's a great opportunity?

What's more, the entire Firehand Valley is still alive and has witnessed the miracle, and they will surely be more than happy to change their faith.

At that time, as long as it is a little more hidden, the possibility of being discovered will not be too great. ”

Ranny turned to look at the Bishop of Hearthvale who was lying in a pool of blood not far away, and the meaning was self-evident.

"I ...... I'll have to think about it. ”

Alsace was visibly hesitant and did not give an affirmative answer or immediately refuse.

But what he doesn't know is that not explicitly rejecting something like this is tantamount to choosing to acquiesce.

Soon, the residents of Hearthvale, who witnessed the miracle, and the soldiers who survived the catastrophe, began to secretly ask Lenny about the secrets behind the whole thing.

It didn't take long for the name of Soth, the god of contracts, to spread.

By the time Arthas reacted, the belief in the Holy Light in the Valley of the Hearth had almost been completely replaced.

In desperation, he could only push the boat to hand over the Holy Light Church to the young probationary pastor.

In this way, a new religion was quietly established in the northern kingdom of Lordaeron.

If it were in peacetime, such a situation would certainly attract the attention of the upper ruling class.

But the problem is that the current kingdom of Lordaeron is really a bit unpeaceful.

On the one hand, the Cursed Sect is running around, constantly creating disasters with food infected with magical plagues, and turning innocent civilians into undead;

On the other side, the orcs in the shelters fled in large numbers, looting towns and looting food, weapons, armor and other supplies in the process, like locusts crossing the border.

Coupled with the quarrels and divisions within the alliance, King Terenus was already physically and mentally exhausted, and where could he pay attention to the change of faith in a small region.

And these human worship and beliefs greatly strengthened the connection between Zoth and Azeroth.

The next thing he had to do was to take advantage of the window of the Scourge to expand his faith as much as possible by helping and absorbing refugees, preferably by being able to hold a summoning ritual to descend on a projection.

It's really not okay to put consciousness on a native creature.

Then, when Arthas and Terenus staged a scene of father's love and filial piety, he led these believers to leave the north and go to the Valley of Thorns in the far south to re-establish a new human kingdom.

As for the countless primitive troll tribes in the rainforest of the Valley of Thorns, they can just use the powerful power of the Creator to use them as raw materials to create a new race.

Because these small actions do not cause damage or disruption to key milestones, it is generally unlikely to attract the attention of the Bronze Dragons who manage this timeline too soon.

When Akmund travels through the portal to Azeroth and attempts to draw energy from the entire planet through the World Tree, it will inevitably cause violent energy fluctuations, making it impossible to completely shield the outer protective ring.

Zuo Si only needs to capture the coordinates of the source of the overflowing energy, and he can use the powerful power of the Brigade Mage's spark to squeeze in.

When the time comes, don't say what the Bronze Dragon Legion is, even the five-colored dragons, including Deathwing, will all come and give it for nothing.

And if done correctly, he could also suck the basin to Akmund while draining energy.

Anyway, the big bang at the end will obscure all traces.

Just as Zoth began to methodically lay out the entire planet of Azeroth with the newly established connection of his faith, reinforcements from the Knights of the Silver Hand finally arrived in Hearthvale.

Leading the team was none other than Uther, one of the first five paladins with the title of "Lightbringer".

And beside him was Gianna, who had recently returned to report with the help of teleportation magic.

But when they saw the mountains of white bone meal around Hearthvale, and the countless civilians who had recovered and showed no signs of the plague, they both looked shocked and incredulous.

Gianna, who knew how critical the situation was when she left, couldn't help but ask: "Arthas, what happened here?" You...... How did you do it! ”

The prince shook his head with a wry smile and explained, "No, it was not done by me, but a miracle.

A trainee priest gave up his faith in desperation and tried to ask for help from some unknown great being, which led to the scene you are seeing now.

It happened to be night.

A blinding pillar of light rained down from the sky, purifying the army of the undead besieging Hearthvale and healing all the sick civilians.

All I've done is stay on guard for the next few days, so that the Cursed Sect guys don't get a chance. ”

"Miracles? Are you saying that an unknown god has helped you? ”

Uther immediately frowned subconsciously.

As the most devout follower of the Light, he clearly did not like to hear from any other god or faith.

"That's right. The other party claims to be the god of contract, Soth, and now there are nine priests in the Hearthvale who can perform divine magic. It is by these pastors that we are constantly purifying the contaminated food that we do not go hungry. ”

As he spoke, Arthas turned and pointed to the priests who were performing the Zero Ring Divine Technique [Purifying Food] next to the barn not far away.

You don't need to ask to know that they are all lucky ones who have been selected from among the devout believers in the last few days to have a relatively high perception attribute.

Because of the miracles that Zuosi had delivered to save a large number of civilians and their families and friends who had been afflicted by plague and disease, these people quickly transformed their gratitude into the purest and most devout faith.

Some even took the initiative to donate the money they had accumulated over the years to the newly founded church.

However, in Azeroth there is no concept of perceptual attributes, which are instead called psychic powers.

Generally speaking, priests and paladins of the Holy Light Church gain the power to perform Holy Light magic by exercising their attributes and abilities in this area.

And in this world, because there is no systematic magic net, there is no need to memorize when casting spells, but to use another mana system.

As long as you have enough mana, you can cast a spell until you are exhausted.

In addition, because the energy of the entire planet is extremely abundant, almost to the point of overflowing like crazy in the Zendikar plane, the mana of the casters is also quite fast.

Usually a short break of two hours is worth the long rest of eight hours in Faeron to fully recover the spell slot.

And the range and power of the spell is also much more amazing.

Therefore, Azeroth is a very typical high-magic world, and even many unintelligent beasts may suddenly awaken powerful magical powers.

It only took a few minutes for the priests, led by Lenny, to successfully cleanse the magical plague contained in today's ration.

The residents of Hearthvae line up to receive their portion and take it home to be baked into bread or boiled into a paste to fill their stomachs.

As for bacon, smoked fish, sausages, cheese, these things were only eligible to be eaten by the soldiers in charge of the war.

The others had to make do with some vegetable soup and apples picked from the trees.

"Unbelievable! They actually purified the contaminated grain! How exactly is this done? ”

Gianna was the first to exclaim.

As a top student in the Magic City of Dalaran, she studied under Archmage Anthony Das, and from the moment she discovered the Plague of Magic, she knew just how difficult it was.

At least for a short time, no one has been able to crack the mystery and develop an antidote.

But now, someone has successfully purified these troubles through magic, which makes all archmages helpless.

In Dalaran, if someone can do this, plus a good enough paper, they can get a promotion 100 percent, or even become a respected archmage.

"That is the power of Soth, the god of contracts. Most of the inhabitants of Hearthvale are now his followers, even the soldiers in the army. ”

Alsace gave the answer bluntly.

After a few days of observation, he did not find anything suspicious or inclined to evil about this god who came out of thin air.

Whether it's advocating for people to obey the law, keep the contract, obey the order, or order the pastor to help purify the food for free and distribute it fairly so that no one goes hungry, it can be called a good deed.

Gradually, Arthas let his guard down, and even felt that it was not a bad thing to let the faith of this god spread in the kingdom of Lordaeron.

Maybe it can also be used as a bargaining chip to counterbalance the increasingly powerful Church of Light in the human kingdoms.

Most importantly, these priests are indeed better at dealing with the plague infection of the Cult of the Damned than the priests of the Church of Light.

"Can I talk to those priests and learn more about this covenant god who suddenly came down from the sky?"

Gianna's eyes lit up slightly, obviously interested.

After all, the real Dalaran mage is not the kind of guy in the game who can only rub fireballs, throw ice arrows, release arcane missiles, turn into a sheep, and open a portal, and his magic school is no less numerous and complex than Feren.

Shadow magic and psychic magic from the Cursed Sect, as well as the werewolf curse created by Arugao, are just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the many research topics of this vast spellcaster organization.

Not to mention the astral magic, a school of thought that directly studies the mysteries of time, space, and the universe.

Gianna had even figured out how to take advantage of the proximity to the water, and finish her research and dissertation before other competitors found out, in order to win over her mentor, Anthony Das.

Especially those law models that have never been seen before, once cracked and successfully copied, they are bound to cause a sensation in the entire Dalaran.

Thinking of this, the princess of Kul Tiras, who had long blond hair, felt a surge in her heart.

But just a second later, Arthas interrupted her dream.

"I'm sorry, Gianna, I'm afraid we don't have this time.

I'm going to go to Stratholme right now to kill the Dreadlord Marganis!

He is the mastermind and the real murderer behind all this!

As soon as this guy dies, the nightmare will be over once and for all, and my people will no longer be threatened. ”

"Don't get excited, kid. Your courage may be commendable, but the commander of the army of the dead is not something you can defeat alone. ”

Seeing that the prince's mood was a little too emotional, Uther immediately tried to reassure him.

As a mentor on the path of the former Paladin, it is his duty and obligation.

Unfortunately, the Lightbringer apparently ignored the psychological impact of the powerlessness of this battle on Arthas, so that the raging anger in his heart did not subside, but became extremely hot and hot, and he raised his head and said in an extremely serious and solemn tone: "Then come with me, Uther." But with or without you, it's a task I have to accomplish. ”

With the last word blurted out, the crown prince of the kingdom of Lordaeron no longer paid attention to anyone, and directly turned on his horse and came to Ranny and the other priests.

"I need your help with the God of Covenant."

"No problem. We are ready to go with you to help those affected by the plague. ”

Lenny touched his chest with one hand and bowed deeply in the affirmative.

This is not only from Zuo Si's instructions, but also from his own will.

Hearing this, Alsace, who had a straight face, finally appeared with a faint smile and nodded approvingly: "Very good!" It seems that your guts, courage, and sense of responsibility are much stronger than some knights. ”

After that, he didn't forget to use the corner of his eye to glance at the Light Messenger dozens of meters away, as well as the Silver Hand Knights led by him.

Although Uther did not hear what the prince said clearly due to the distance, he also felt contempt in the other party's eyes, and his face suddenly became a little ugly.

After about an hour, the Alsace army had been assembled and marched out of the Valley of the Hearth in the direction of Stratholme.

However, the Knights of the Silver Hand led by Uther had just experienced a rapid march to rescue, so both men and horses needed to rest, and in the end they did not follow immediately.

On the contrary, Gianna, who was already very tired after being busy, was worried that Arthas would do something out of the ordinary, so she added an invisibility technique to herself and quietly followed behind just in case.

It won't be long before they arrive at the fateful crossroads of Stratholme.

And Zuo Si is ready to participate in it in person in the form of advent consciousness possession.

But just as he was enjoying the strange relationship between Gianna and Arthas, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.

"Who?"

"Father, it's me. There's a special guest who wants to see you by name. ”

The voice of the Nature's Attendant came through the crack in the door.

"Guests? How special is it? ”

Zuo Si teased in a half-joking tone.

Without thinking, the Nature's Servant replied, "Her name is Celinsy." ”

Moment!

Zuo Si directly grabbed the black cloth next to him and put it on the crystal ball, and without even saying a word of nonsense, he opened the door and asked, "Where is she now?" ”

"Your private meeting room."

"Excellent! Stay here now, and let no one come near, let no one enter. ”

After leaving this sentence, Zuo Si quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The Nature's Attendant stood still like a sculpture performing its guard duties, not intending to peel off the black cloth to peek at the crystal ball.

……

On the other hand, Silinhy, who had only been to the ninth floor of Bato's hell, was sitting on a soft and comfortable sofa, sipping snacks and drinks on the table, and very relaxed taking off her boots, teasing the cat running around the room with her toes, while looking at the decoration and furnishings in the reception room.

After she returned to the Feron Continent, she did not visit the door immediately, but first walked around the territory of the West Coast Empire, and then went to the Northland, which is regarded as the quasi-territory of the Empire, for two laps.

After witnessing the infinite vitality and vitality of this ancient land under the rule of Zuosi, he came to Ascatla.

As a result, as soon as she entered the enveloped area of the city, Silinxi sensed the existence of the Lost Lock.

Although there are only a few rules, it does use the technology of the full elven lock, not the Netherrean knockoff.

This undoubtedly surprised her.

Because the establishment of the Elven Mystery Lock requires the help of the power of the Elven God, at least a powerful spellcaster with a certain Elven bloodline can do so.

But Zuo Si is obviously not an elf, and he doesn't have even the slightest bit of elf blood.

So Celincy was very curious about how the other party did it.

Just as she was annoyed and embarrassed by her extraordinary reaction speed, and pounced directly on it and bit it with her teeth, the door of the reception room was finally slowly pushed open, followed by a young human with black hair and black eyes walking in from outside.

"You're Soth?"

Celincy looked the visitor up and down, and without even looking, grabbed the back of the neck of the budgie cat that tried to bite her toe, and threw it on the table in the distance.

"Meow—"

The cat opened its mouth to reveal two sharp fangs, and its eyes were extremely vicious, as if it was unwilling to give up.

"That's right, I'm Soth, and you're the teacher of Ilminster, the most powerful of all the Goddess of Magic electorate?"

Zuo Si asked rhetorically, while reaching out and gently stroking the fried cat's head to soothe it.

In just a few seconds, the little guy was released from his berserk state and returned to his likable coquettish mode.

This top-notch cat stroker skill suddenly made Si Linxi involuntarily raise her eyebrows, as if to say, "It's really yours".

But soon her face returned to the cynical look she had just now, and she responded with a smile: "If there is no second Sirinzie in this world, then I am." But I'm ashamed to be the most powerful voter, because it's supposed to be yours now, aren't you? ”

Zuo Si immediately laughed out loud: "Hahahaha! You're a compliment. I can't believe that Ilminster has studied with you for so many years, and has developed a strange stinky temper instead of learning even the slightest bit of this merit. ”

See what high EQ is!

See how people talk when they first meet!

It's no wonder that Silinxi has such a long list of titles and honorific titles, whether it is a human or an elf, as long as she is mentioned, there is no disrespect.

"Don't mention Ilminster! I get angry at the mention of him. Next year is not very old, but he lives like a bad old man who is about to die, and he has no consciousness of being an immortal at all, and he is simply a waste of the silver fire given to him by the goddess. ”

Celincy pursed her lips in disgust.

"Totally agree. His traditional and conservative ways of doing things are no longer up to date, and the individual heroism advocated by the League of Harpists is about to retire from the stage of history. And what I represent is the future and hope! ”

When he said this, Zuo Si's tone was full of undoubted strong confidence.

"If I had been to the ninth layer of Bato's Hell before, I would probably have refuted you. But for now, I agree with you. Because in a way, it's already an established fact. ”

Celincy casually stated the conclusions she had drawn from her observations in the past few days.

Because the social structure, economic structure, ruling mode, people's thoughts and values on the west coast of the entire Faren continent have all undergone earth-shaking changes.

And this change is irreversible.

Unless a devastating natural disaster breaks out, destroying all existing cities and greatly reducing the population, even if God comes, it is useless.

"Oh? It looks like you've done your research. ”

Zuo Si pursed the corners of his mouth and smiled playfully.

Based on this, he can judge that the other party's visit this time must be useful to his own place, or to seek cooperation in a certain field.

Si Linxi nodded slightly: "Yes, because the matter I am going to talk to you about next is closely related to the empire you have built."

But before that, I hope to get an accurate reply from your mouth.

Do you have any special senses or emotions about the elves? ”

"No, there isn't."

Zuo Si did not hesitate to give a negative answer.

"Then why did you participate in the destruction of the elven kingdom of the Wildas Forest, Sodenisla?

Don't tell me what Irenikas did has nothing to do with you.

You don't play a major role in this, but at least you play a driving role.

In addition, the burning, killing and looting of elven villages in the process of pioneering those towns in the Northland seems to have something to do with you, right? ”

Si Linxi's body leaned forward slightly, and she put on a posture as if she wanted to ask the teacher for guilt.

Although she is not very tall, her hands and feet are extraordinarily long, and she often feels very oppressive when she sits upright.

But Zuo Si was unmoved, and still replied indifferently: "But everything I have done has never been denied."

But it has nothing to do with the elven race.

Among them, Sodenisra perished because of its location stuck between Tesser and Am, threatening the only major transportation route on land.

I will never allow another state within my empire, so it is entirely politically appropriate to destroy it.

What's more, I accepted all the elven refugees and resettled them properly.

Now they have settled into a new life, where they have not been discriminated against, have not been abused, but have been treated with a certain degree of privilege.

As for the elven villages in the Northland, I have also given the opportunity to integrate, and those who take the initiative to cooperate have received enough benefits.

Those who were eliminated were more likely to join forces with the local druids and harpists and became my enemies.

Destroy the enemy, do you still need to look at the race?

So don't get me wrong, I've never targeted the elves as a race, but I'll give more opportunities to those who actively blend in.

Even the notorious Dark Elves of the surface world are no exception. ”

"So...... You wouldn't exclude elves from settling in the West Coast Empire, would you? Celincy narrowed her eyes in confirmation.

"Of course not.

Because in my opinion, the elven race has too many unbeatable advantages.

The longevity of your life and the fact that your body does not age easily are enough to make you the best workforce in the world.

No matter what kind of work, as long as it is done for decades or even centuries, it can become the undisputed master of the field.

But there is a premise, and that is to obey the rule of the empire.

You are free to establish your own community, to worship your own gods, and to uphold your own traditions and customs, but you must obey the laws of the Empire, the Imperial bureaucracy, and the administration of the judicial system.

On this basis, I can pledge to protect the safety of all elves living in the empire. ”

After a short conversation, Zuo Si had obviously guessed the other party's intention.

After all, in the entire Faeron Continent now, there are basically not many elven settlements except for Yongju Island.

At this rate, another one or two thousand years of elves may be completely extinct from the mainland, and they will stay on the island to enclose themselves and be isolated from the world.

This is clearly not the outcome that the elven gods want to see.

They must go out and actively communicate with the other races of this world and make their presence felt.

The West Coast Empire, with its dictatorship, its super-stable political situation, and the fact that its rulers would never die easily, was clearly the ideal partner to work with.

(End of chapter)