Chapter 841 The Change of Mentality of the Watcher

"What's up?"

The long-lost familiar tone made Elsarion raise his eyebrows. The voice coming from the magic communicator of his old friend was by no means just a greeting. The unusually noisy battle cry and neighing were like the last cry of a beast before its death. Weapons and protection There was a clanging sound of armor hitting.

Everything shows that Imric is on the battlefield.

The Watcher brought the magic stone closer to the corner of his mouth so that his old friend could hear the sound clearly in the noisy battlefield environment.

"Let's not talk about my affairs. Are you fighting?"

"No, it's just a warm-up exercise. Several beastman tribes were harassing the Border Prince Territory. The local lords asked for help from all around to no avail, and finally found me."

"how much?"

"Three to four thousand, I'll kill them all in a while."

With his relaxed words about his old friend, Eltharion believed that the three or four thousand might be a conservative estimate, but who really cared about the number of beastmen? They were just a group of wandering in the dark forests of the old world, only daring to harass the countryside. How can a village beast resist Asul's shining army?

Following an unusually loud death roar, the blasphemous sound of chaos seemed to be connected directly to Eltharion's mind from the magic communicator, and with the loud sound of the giant collapse, Imric's voice came again,

"What did you just say? This Gur beast has lost some of its limbs. It has not fought for so many years, and its martial arts skills are a bit rusty."

Although Elsarion knew that his old friend was praising himself, and he didn't say a word just now, it did not affect the subsequent exchange.

"Nothing. Regarding the green skins, Annabel told me that Caledor's actions in the Badlands are very important, and the main enemy is the green skins.

Do the words you said in Kislev still come true today? "

“Before destiny arrives, fulfillment is just a hypothesis, and I cannot tell a fact that does not exist.

But if you want to nip it in the bud, I welcome the Mist Walkers. "

"Let me think about it."

"Well, if anything happens, you can contact Draconir. He is already a prince that I am deeply proud of."

After cutting off the communication, Elsarion didn't know where to put the magic stone in his hand. He raised his hand in the air and wanted to put it back to its original place, but he hesitated a little, as if he wanted to contact someone again.

It was cold and windy at the Yris Tower in the middle of the night, and the mist shrouded the watcher's body, making him looming in the field of vision.

Since Eldraine's death in Nagaryth, Ulthuan's strategic thinking has changed from its original aggressive northward march to a defensive stance.

On the one hand, Caledor's move to withdraw from the War Council may have made the Phoenix King deeply fearful, allowing the war lord to station a large number of troops in Lothern to guard the Phoenix King's Court at all times.

On the one hand, they are worried about the situation of the Kane Sword Altar. Since Moras almost pulled the holy sword away last time, the Asurs finally realized an imminent threat.

If Malekith is sitting on the black tower, overlooking everything in Naggaroth, Druchi still has a trace of logic and rationality, and his action pattern can be guessed.

But if Moraes is in power, no one can guess the thinking of this crazy woman. Who will lose the war because of a kiss? Only the crazy Witch Queen.

All these things made Elsharion a little worried. The future of the hatred between the two races was difficult to estimate. Caledor, who originally had an attitude of iron-blooded destruction towards Druchi, changed his strategy and went to the bad land of the old world.

With the power of Iris, it is difficult to organize a war that can have an effective impact on Druzi.

Perhaps they had killed enough Druzis before, but if they could not survive these dark cousins, Asul might not have the advantage in a protracted battle.

After thinking for a while, Eltharion was ready to talk to another heavyweight, trying to learn from him some of Ulthuan's future plans.

There was a gasp, although it was short-lived, but it was still keenly noticed by Elsharion.

Tyrion's heavy breathing and slightly hasty voice all indicated what the war lord was currently busy with.

"Why are you contacting me at this time?"

"I just want to ask you about the War Council's proposal and whether the time for Her Majesty the Queen to call on all countries to build fortresses at Kane Sword Altar is determined."

At some point, Elsarion felt that there was some distance between him and his old friend whom he had known since childhood. He did not directly ask whether to continue the strategic contraction, but got the answer by inferring.

"In three months, Elion and Savri will devote a large number of troops to respond to Her Majesty the Queen's call."

"I understand, Iris will provide some supplies."

"Well, I'll contact you if anything happens."

The call ended in a hurry, making Elsharion sigh helplessly.

Tyrion, a warrior who once dared to carry out a raid deep into the coast of Naggaroth with only a hundred men, but under the influence of power, he began to choose to obey the trend.

If it were Eltharion in the past, he would have tried hard to persuade the war lord to turn his attention from the trivial matters of Ulthuan to the longer-term cause of the race.

But now he has a better choice.

The watchman returned to the bedroom and couldn't help but smile when he looked at his wife who was still bent over the table reviewing documents.

If you thought this marriage had strong political factors before, you can now use the family's influence to import materials and equipment from all over Ulthuan with the series of reforms implemented by Annabel in Yris.

He has understood that failing him would be the greatest sin.

The watchman came behind his wife, bent down, and put his face on Annabel's shoulder. A touch of tenderness appeared on his stern face, and he said softly,

"Why haven't you rested yet?"

Obviously, Annabel did not object to her husband's intimate actions. She tilted her head to make skin-to-skin contact with Elsarion, carefully feeling her husband's angular face.

The princess was a little speechless, clenched the quill in her hand,

"I have told the people of Isido many times to move to live near the Drift Islands. The environment there is far safer than the remote location where they are. The densification of the population in Yris is the general trend. The environment of the kingdom has determined that dispersed living cannot be done.

These nail families are really a headache. "

"After all, it is a place where generations have reproduced. The town where Isido is located makes a living by hunting and has great experience in dealing with monsters and demons. If they are suddenly moved to the seaside, there will definitely be some resistance."

"Then we can't let them continue. The number of Mist Walkers is already very small, and just patrolling a few major cities is a bit inadequate. As long as they are placed in the Drift Islands, the patrol route can be shortened a lot, and the risk of the transportation team will also be reduced. "

Eltharion admired his wife's sincerity, although the elves often said that identical things do not produce beauty, only contradictions will produce harmony.

But if you find the same qualities as yourself in your lover, it will only make the love stronger.

"I will talk to them personally. I can't let some stubborn ideas affect the overall situation of the kingdom."

"Yes." Annabell nodded, put the quill into the ink bottle to draw some liquid, opened the next document, and then dragged her husband's face away with her hand,

"You've been busy all day. Go to sleep first. I need to finish processing these documents." (End of Chapter)