In the center of the room is a magic map from the hands of the elves. With the help of magic, the terrain depicted on the map is showing concrete images, revealing it in the air like a dream.

A gorgeously dressed Shenwu Elves nobleman leaned against the edge of the map, looking at the map in front of him. The dull atmosphere in the air seemed to illustrate his heart. He had been fighting hard for days, but he could not open the deadlock.

"Your Majesty, the battle has come out," a clerk reported. "We have lost 140 warships, and our evil cousins ​​have lost more than 160. And it can be confirmed that at least fifty warships have been severely damaged."

A meaningless victory! He was about to speak, but he heard a burst of rapid footsteps. Then a newcomer rushed in extremely rudely. However, from the surprise expression of the contact officer, he decided not to pursue this rude little mistake for the time being.

"Your Majesty, the latest news. Prince Eshu Rufat has won the Battle of Haibara, defeated Lord Hud's army, and killed Hud on the battlefield."

Everyone in the room was stunned.

"Is the news reliable?" someone asked in confusion. In this war, intelligence wars in intelligence have always been a key area, and both sides have spread a large amount of fake news, so now every news must be repeatedly confirmed, confirmed and verified.

"The three aspects have been confirmed." The reporter replied calmly. "In order to prevent this from being another false news, I also conducted a detailed check with the Emerald Court. Prince Eshu Rufate chased in the wilderness for eight days and finally caught up with Hurd. The two sides formed a formation to fight, and Prince Eshu Rufate won the final victory. He rode a dragon, killed Hurd in a one-on-one air showdown, and cut off the head of the villain with his own hands. The troops of our evil cousins ​​disintegrated, and most of them were wiped out under the pursuit of the Silver Helmet Knights."

"A one-on-one air battle?"

"Yes, the Dragon Prince said the same thing. They all admit that Prince Ashrufat was not only excellent in command, but also very brave on the battlefield, which left a deep impression on them. In addition, the prince reported to you the latest battle situation, and specifically stated that he might advance northward in the next step to find a gap to attack the large and small towns with insufficient defense power in the middle of the enemy's territory. As for Dosonian, the prince believed that it was not worth much, because almost all the trainers were wiped out by him in the battle."

"Reply to the prince. I believe in his judgment and agree that he can take the next step according to the actual situation. At the same time, I remind him that in the central cities, several key areas of metal minerals produced by our evil cousins. If these mines can be destroyed, their significance is no less than a complete victory in a battle... Remember, these words must be mentioned in the tone of "suggestion". Finally, tell him the situation of the previous naval battle... so that he does not have to worry about the Navy for the time being... and..."

I don't know when the dull atmosphere in the room had become active.

At this time, the door of the room was opened for the third time. A young elf nobleman walked in with a pile of documents. He waited patiently for the other party to finish the matter at hand, and then came forward to report.

"Your Majesty, the documents you mentioned earlier have been prepared."

"document?"

"It's the document about Prince Eshu Rufat's bloodline. Didn't you ask me to collect relevant records about the Joy Dynasty? Your Majesty's memory is correct. If these records are correct, the Joy Dynasty's bloodline has indeed been cut off."

“…”

"If your Majesty permits, I am willing to send these evidence documents to the Emerald Court and check with the Queen about Prince Ashrufate's true identity."

"No need." The owner of the room stood up and came to the pile of documents. "In fact, these historical records do not mean anything. After all, not every small thing will be recorded." He picked up a document casually. These were not originals, but handwritten copies. It seemed that it took a lot of effort to copy it.

"Actually, this matter is inappropriate." He continued. "Strictly speaking, I should not question the Queen's authority. These documents... the Emerald Court should have records. This is my fault, I am too self-righteous."

As he said that, he placed a document on the candle on the side. The flames quickly licked the paper, and after a few seconds, the record turned into ashes.

"The Emerald Queen is the authority in this regard. I shouldn't use my own little understanding to question her judgment." He said. "Since the Emerald Prince made a judgment, then Prince Ashrufate's noble bloodline is unquestionable. He must have provided reliable evidence to prove that he is a descendant of the Joy Dynasty. Take these things away."

"Wait..." The newcomer was stunned, but he saw that the monarch's attitude was very firm, and the words just now were logically impeccable. He could only choose to obey. So, the unlucky guy could only leave with these documents.

...

Wulin gathered the remaining companions. The young nobleman was so strict that if the previous defeat had changed anything, it would double his hatred for Yasuul.

The failure of this battle was not his fault. He led the Dark Guards and the Phoenix Guards to confront each other face to face and gained an advantage - although he did not win, he was sure that if he could continue to fight without interference, he would definitely win the final victory. However, the situation was stronger than the humans. After the result of the air battle, the Dark Elf lost his morale and began to retreat step by step under the attack of the superior enemy. Without the command of the main general, the retreat quickly turned into a large-scale defeat. Because the Dark Guards were on the front line, they were surrounded by enemies from all directions in a flash.

In this case, the only thing Wu Lin could do was to turn around and retreat. With the strength and courage of the dark guards, he killed a group of white lion warriors blocking the road and rushed out of a bloody road. Then, before the enemy cavalry chased over, Wu Lin cut over an unlucky cold beast knight with a sword, jumped onto the cold beast and ran away.

However, he was not a cold beast knight, so this beast always wanted to turn around and bite him from time to time. As soon as he arrived at a safe place, Wulin directly slaughtered the cold beast and vented his anger. At that time, a small group of cold beast knights were still beside him, so he asked them to gather the scattered soldiers around and finally gathered hundreds of remnants.

His father is dead, so from now on, he will be the lord of the Hud family. Of course, there is still a question about this. Because after such a miserable failure, the Witch King may directly make the new family disappear. The law of the Dark Elf has never had the word "tolerance".

But at the moment, Ulin has no time to care about this. Yasuul's pursuit may have stopped, but the remnants face a very realistic question - where should they go? Their camp has fallen into the hands of the winners with all the baggage, so now they have nothing to continue to stay in the wild. Going back to Dosonian is undoubtedly an unwise choice, let alone that the winners are blocking their way back to Dosonian.

"Captain...my lord," a dark guard corrected his verbal error in time. "Now we may not be able to stay in the wild for a long time. Why don't we go to the nearest town?"

Ulin thought for a moment, perhaps this was his only choice at the moment. Dosonian is a beast-taught center. In order to facilitate the capture of these beasts in this wilderness, several towns were set up outside Dosonian. The function of these towns is to serve as a base for animal trainers to catch wild animals from a distance, and to screen and transport the captured beasts to the city. Naturally, these towns are extremely remote and desolate, and there is no name, but they are simply called "Town No. 2", and almost no one is willing to go.

"Town No. 4 is near us." The subordinate explained further.

"No. 4...I remember there Ganywash." Ulin immediately remembered this incident. Ganywash was his brother and the oldest child of his father. However, he could not meet Hed's requirements in terms of ability, so he was finally exiled to a small town. Since then, Ulin has never heard of news about him again - but he should still be alive. Otherwise, Ulin would have heard the news of his death.

Although he is at this point, Ulin does not think that Ganiwashe can do anything to him. This is because first of all, the abilities of both sides are obvious. When it comes to fighting alone, Ganiwashe is definitely not his opponent. Secondly, even if he is a group of defeated soldiers, his strength is far above the garrison of a small town. Perhaps it is a good idea to find his brother, at least he can get supplies to supply his soldiers (due to inconvenient transportation and work needs, these towns usually have abundant supplies).

"Very good, let's go to Town No. 4."

The journey took a long time. When approaching the town, Wulin specially sent a subordinate to inform Ganivashu of his arrival. His prediction was correct, because Ganivashu soon came out to greet him with a few followers - bare hands and a smile on his face.

The two brothers soon arrived in the best building in the town. Ulin tells the story of recent failures, and Ganyvashe began to recall the days they spent with their father together and felt sad. But in the end, Ganyvashe still toasted Ulin to become the new lord. Their topic gradually shifted to the next huge crisis faced by the family - the wicked king's anger. To Ulin was surprised that Ganyvashe actually had extraordinary insights in this regard

"My dear brother." Ganivashu signaled his servants to continue pouring wine for them. "In the current situation, if we want to maintain our family, at least we must show 'irreplaceable' nature. Otherwise we will have no hope."

"There is only this idea," Wulin admitted. "But the situation is not very good, we have lost too many trainers."

"If we gather people from various towns, we may have a lot of extra power. I have confirmed on the spot that a team that catches wild animals only needs one animal trainer as a guide, and can barely meet the requirements. Of course, the more skilled animal trainers in the team, the better. But I think we can save a lot of manpower and put it in a more important position."

Ulin immediately understood what Ganiva could not say. His brother wanted to come back from such an exiled, isolated life and return to a more comfortable place. However, he decided to pretend to be stupid first and gain a more favorable position in the negotiation.

"In addition, maybe we should use an action to calm the wrath of the Witch King? For example, send an envoy to meet the witch King with a gift?"

Wulin observed his brother for a while. The two looked at each other and thought in their minds. Finally, it seemed that Ganivashe had given up. "I think we should do this, a messenger, with a gift that can relieve the witch king's anger. This is the only way."

"This is indeed a good idea." Wulin wanted to continue saying "think a suitable gift so that you may be able to take on the mission of this envoy", but before he could say anything, he felt his throat tighten.

"With the head of the defeated man, it proves that our family has learned from this failure." Ganivasheu said. Ulin began to suffocate. He looked at his wine and knew that Ganivasheu was poisoning his wine.

"The price of calming the witch king's anger is impossible to bargain. Even my excellent brother... I must make this sacrifice for the sake of the family." Ganivashe watched his brother fall down, clutching his throat with his hands tightly, and his face turned blue. He took another sip of wine. "With your head, our family may be pardoned."
Chapter completed!