From troll tribes to elf empires

Chapter 190 The loser’s little thoughts and the lion’s big mouth (1)

The city of New Toulon is like a no-man's land during the day. Except for the occasional armed patrol, there is hardly a single resident active on the street, so there is no atmosphere of life at all.

The command tent and camp were not transferred to this city after the war;

After the trolls completely took over the city, in addition to investing a small number of troops in patrolling the city;

Almost all the remaining officers and most of the sergeants were concentrated in the newly established camp outside the city.

There are roughly two reasons for doing this.

Trolls are not used to living in hornhoofed houses. To them, those houses in the city seem a bit closed and small;

Needless to say, there is no need to mention the residential buildings. The average male height is about 2.5 meters, and the tallest of the very few horned hoof species is only about 2.7 meters. They will not raise their homes in advance just to take care of the trolls;

In this way, trolls will not only feel uncomfortable when entering and exiting, but will also have the illusion of chest tightness and shortness of breath when living there.

The place where the great chief and many senior clan officials live is actually not much better.

Although there are no concerns about being cramped in those places, the interiors are also extremely luxurious;

"good"

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After that, Zhuo Erni and several other officers who were more eloquent successively talked about several other drafts that had been rejected;

After that, Juya began to inform the ‘final decision’ amid the other party’s fear and expectation.

If the war between the two tribes in the north, where they knew each other well, ended like this, there would be no room for negotiation;

In the big tent, the two parties sat on opposite sides of the long table;

Here, the giant tusk is in the center, and the other officers are sitting on his left and right, which means that the dominance of the troll's words lies in the hands of the expedition commander;

On the other side, although the clan representatives seemed a little dissatisfied, with the death of the chief, the chief shaman still took the seat in the middle. It seems that in the recent period, they have determined the tribe.

The right to speak is temporarily vested.

Of course, this is also due to some kind of ignorance displayed by the trolls;

After some deliberations within the expeditionary force, a date for surrender negotiations was quickly set, and the decision was unilaterally notified to the remaining senior members of the Hornhoof species.

For now, it is still necessary for witch doctors to maintain a certain degree of mystery in front of the horned hoof species, lest their own 'spell skills' are completely seen through, and then their true bottom line is revealed.

There was no banquet, no greetings, Big Ya immediately got straight to the point and said,

"Chief Priest, the conditions of our department have been delivered. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble in the future, before relaying it to you, I would like to emphasize that there is not much room for you to choose. I hope your department can do a good job.

Be mentally prepared. Don’t force us to do things we can’t bear to do.”

He knew exactly where the trolls’ so-called ‘headquarters’ was and how far it was from here;

I thought that the terms of the negotiation were either drawn up in advance before the expedition, or they were the result of discussions among the top brass of the expeditionary force during the recent period;

But I didn't expect it

‘It’s actually sent from headquarters? It’s only been a few days, but they’ve already completed at least one round-trip message?’

"First of all, it is the ruling government"

"Daba, how many times have I told you to learn to exercise restraint and don't always do this."

"Of course, massacres are too harmful to Tianhe. This proposal was rejected by the Rune Council. You must be grateful."

"Well, the one that accounts for the largest proportion is 'slaughtered'"

The hostile forces who know the bottom line and capabilities of the Toulon tribe will have long ago thrown in a conditional document that they cannot refuse and that is just right on the bottom line. Then they will use threats, inducements and other means to make the Toulon tribe agree even if they don't want to.

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Based on this guess, the chief priest and the other shamans roughly figured out the opponent's 'possible bottom line'.

The various brightly colored blankets and leather products made the trolls even feel dazzled and lingering for a while at first.

Originally, the horn-hoofed priests had already made a rough guess about the level of magic on the troll side;

This is one of them

Secondly, the shamans retain at least half of their power on the altar, which is somewhat of a deterrent to them;

"Several important members of the ruling government believe that your ministry's previous actions are simply abominable and tantamount to poisoning the people of our Black Forest."

But now, this unheard-of ‘long distance communication’ capability has caused some changes in things.

Not knowing whether what the other party said was true or false, the chief priest decided to hold back his unnecessary thoughts for the time being and planned to listen to what conditions the other party would propose before talking about other matters.

So, under the cover of two coughs, and sending a "be calm" look to his left and right, the chief priest said tremblingly, half truthfully and half falsely,

"Please speak, I am here to listen."

At this moment, the horned-hoofed type wanted to open his mouth to argue, saying something like, 'How can Vino be so unworthy?', but was stopped by the chief priest's eyes;

"Cui Wenli, first tell them what the ruling government is."

"Okay, overall their opinions are quite radical. You should listen to them first, but be sure not to get excited."

As for the trolls, let them have their fun. He believed that the final conclusion could not be so crude.

Not seeing the reaction she wanted to see, Cui Wenli felt a little bored, but she continued talking. Anyway, it didn't matter if she couldn't scare the chief priest, the horn-hoofed kind was not his one word.

If the horned hoof shamans really have evil intentions, they may not have enough time to react if they live in the city.

After seeing the chief priest nod slightly to express his understanding, Big Ya then signaled to Cui Wenli, asking her to speak according to the previous discussion.

Hearing what he said, the chief priest's arm trembled subtly. This was not only because of the toughness of Big Tooth's words, but also because of other incredible things.

"Ahem, then the following are the official conditions of the headquarters."

Therefore, in order to reduce the risk, they not only let most of the expeditionary force live in the newly established tent outside the city, but also the captured prisoners were placed around the tent, barely regarded as a kind of 'hostage'

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Under this circumstance, the follow-up contact from the headquarters finally arrived.

Looking at the conditions given by the Rune Council, Big Tusk and the witch doctors looked at each other and nodded thoughtfully.

"If you have no doubts, then I will continue?"

Cui Wenlites nodded, picked up the manuscript prepared by the witch doctors at hand, and said after reviewing it roughly.

The chief priest bowed slightly, indicating that he was willing to listen.

Therefore, they actually want this meeting to turn into some kind of real 'negotiation', rather than the 'direct surrender' as previously mentioned.

When the horn-hoofed species on the opposite side suddenly turned pale, Cui Wenli smiled 'softly' and then continued,

But that was only the beginning. After Big Tusk and other senior officers tried to live there, they soon discovered that they still seemed to prefer the hard beds and hard floors of the tribe;

The fluffy, soft treading feeling here made their bodies float without landing.

He believes that there is no point in talking about this now. It is better to hear the final so-called 'formal decision' quickly;

What the female troll said was just a threat at best, so there was no need to argue now.

The time for negotiation has not come yet. Talking too much is just a waste of time.

But under the current situation, it is impossible to say this to the trolls on the opposite side, so I can only shut up for the time being;

Faced with this unknown risk, Big Tusk and the seven witch doctors did not want to cause an accident without further orders from the headquarters.

When she finished speaking, Daba suddenly looked up and glanced around the table with bloodthirsty eyes.

Of course, what the headquarters sends is not only the final decision, but also some suggestions from all parties before the decision is made, so that the expeditionary force can use it flexibly during 'negotiations'.

".no doubt."

Whether it is its development direction or the scale of achievements, they have figured out a rough idea during this period of review.

There were already trolls waiting for them in the big tent. In addition to the expeditionary force commander Ju Ya, Cui Wenli, Zhuo Erni, Daba and other senior officers were also present;

The seven witch doctors did not show up. They were just listening in the tent next door with their eyes closed.

Daba did not reply to Big Fang's words. He just licked his fangs and lowered his head without making any further remarks. He continued to study the pair of giant axes on his knees that had turned into dark red.

This conclusion is actually better than imagined. At least in their opinion, the conditions given by this department are very favorable.

"Understand. Roughly speaking, the 'ruling government' is the department responsible for managing civil affairs in the Black Forest; the heads of which are the directors, and there is a meeting of directors responsible for discussing administrative matters."

So on the next day, the chief shaman and other horned hoof species arrived at the expeditionary force's tent at the appointed time, preparing to truly end this inexplicable war.

"Well, I won't talk in circles with you. Let me tell you the rest of the opinions of the tribe's senior leaders first, so that you can have a comparison when you hear the main text and know that if you reject our sincere conditions, your tribe will have

What kind of consequences might we face?”

And here, it seems like we can do a little more work? That’s what they thought;

"First, the Toulon Ministry needs to issue a formal document to apologize to all the trolls in the Black Forest to express their repentance for secretly selling harmful drinks;"

"Second, the Toulon tribe needs to repay all the improper benefits obtained in the Black Forest with three times the price difference, including the food, tools, weapons, etc. you exchanged in the process, all of which are included in this category.

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"Of course, we only need rice coins, interest plus whatever. We only charge the principal for the rice coins."

"Third, war reparations. This war started because of you. The Black Forest Trolls paid a heavy price for this, including the casualties of sergeants and the cost of materials. The Toulon Ministry must bear it and use our

currency to pay the compensation in installments.”

Sorry for being late, there are too many things going on in the lab today.

It’s doubled at the end of the month, so give me some monthly passes~

(End of chapter)