In the Name of the Queen

There are still differences within the elven community regarding the northward migration.

The real Yi Lao controls the power in the clan and does not want to lose power by moving north.

They originally wanted to use the opportunity of bargaining with Roland to consolidate their power, but Roland saw their little one clearly.

Roland didn't even bother to talk nonsense with them. He went directly to Aiweier and asked her to give a message to these idiots who only wanted to gain benefits regardless of the occasion.

"Who wants to move within half a month and not wait for a while?"

Roland didn't even plan to migrate with them.

He handed over the heavy responsibility of the migration organization to Awell, which also meant that he handed over the important power of the ethnic group to Awell.

After all, she is only extreme, but her loyalty is unquestionable. And some old people are even willing to be loyal to their own personal interests.

He didn't want to judge these blind elders, but he didn't want to compromise with these people.

Faced with Roland's trust, Awell was stunned for a long time, his eyes were slightly red, and he solemnly accepted it.

In her opinion, as the temporary leader of the tribe, she not only led the team into the ditch, but was even controlled by the ancient tree demon and the entire tribe, and turned against the great sage with swords, which was an unpardonable crime.

Even if her crime is forgiven, the final outcome will be dismissal, investigation or even life imprisonment.

However, Roland not only forgave her crime, but even reused her. How could she not be extremely excited?

"Great Sage, I."

"You made mistakes, but you can learn from your loyalty. This is your chance to make meritorious deeds."

Roland's voice was soft and filled with determination that was undeniable.

"Remember, you only have this one chance."

Although he is optimistic about Aiweier's loyalty, Roland is also not optimistic about her ability. She indeed led the elves to a wrong path or even a dead end.

Although the plague of ancient trees is not mentioned clearly in the elf classics, conferring spiritual wisdom on ancient trees is expressly prohibited in the clan rules, and she must know it.

Roland didn't want to question him. He could definitely guess what Elvir would say.

She was also forced to have no choice, the clan had reached the end of its rope and so on.

The excuse for failure belongs to the weak, but the strong have nothing to fear.

Although Aiweier is loyal, he is also weak.

He was a little worried about letting her lead the team north alone, so he asked in a deep voice:

“What should you do if you encounter a Jehu blocking your way during migration?”

"Use thunderous means to kill the first person who blocks the way, and scare other idiots who are ready to make a move. Kill whoever dares to block you!"

Awell's answer was resounding.

Roland nodded, satisfied with this straightforward answer.

He continued: "What if the centaurs block the road?"

"Same as dealing with Yehu, beat the first provocateurs." There was light in Aiweier's eyes, full of murderous lust.

"What if they collude and are caught on both sides?"

"Then divide your forces and kill them!"

Awell answered simply and neatly.

As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to think that the answer was a bit simple and crude, and quickly added:

"The armed forces of the ethnic group are relatively weak. If the forces are divided, the forces will be dispersed. Or should they be merged into one place and defeat those who are closer first, and then those who are relatively far away."

In order to prove that he was not talking nonsense, Aiweier continued to explain to Roland, "Your Majesty the Great Sage, there are also conflicts between the Centaurs and Yehu. I don't believe they can cooperate well."

"The north-south advance and the separate advance and combined attack place high demands on the command and coordination capabilities of the two armies. It requires perfect cooperation between professional commanders and well-trained troops."

"They can't do it!"

Avril said confidently.

Roland was a little surprised and silently adjusted his assessment of Aiweier.

Although she was a little reckless and did stupid things when she was the acting leader of the tribe, she was really good in her professional field.

Fortunately, at least he is very good in the military field and is not a waste.

Roland nodded and began to shake his head again.

Aiweier's smile froze on her face. This was what she had learned throughout her life, and it was also her experience in dealing with Yehu and Centaurs that she had summed up during her long-term struggle. How could she be wrong?

Although she was dissatisfied, she still maintained a humble attitude.

You must be humble in front of great sages.

She lowered her head and said softly: "Your Majesty, Great Sage, my abilities are limited, so please give me wisdom."

Roland smiled and asked: "I completely trust your ability and believe that your tactics are fine, but what's the price?"

Avril was silent.

She could understand Roland's concerns. There were only a few hundred thousand people left in the tribe, and a small number of them were old, weak, women and children.

Although the per capita fighting power of the elves is quite good, even old men, women and minors are capable of fighting, but the fighting power of these people may not be as good as that of young adults.

If too many non-combatant populations are lost, it will affect ethnic recovery.

She was puzzled and suddenly realized what Roland had mentioned about the earth spirit who wanted to go north with them.

"Great Sage, I understand."

"Tell me about it?" Looking at Aiweier's confident and intelligent eyes, he felt relieved.

He had some preconceived impressions of Aiweier. Maybe she is very capable, but she can't change the general trend of the ethnic group's decline.

However, Aiweier's next words made his smile freeze at the corners of his lips, and he just wanted to take back the praise.

"Your Excellency, Great Sage, do you mean to let me use your authority to control the Earthlings and let them be cannon fodder?"

Roland: "."

He couldn't help but ask: "How is Sage Chromie's political level and strategy compared to yours?"

Although he is reluctant to admit it, the elves are very concerned about their old enemy Earth Spirit and know the young talents and strong men of the Earth Spirit clan very well.

Chromie's strategic skills were far superior to hers.

Although he didn't like the earth spirit, Aiweier didn't want to lie.

"Since your strategic skills are not as good as those of Chromie, can he not see the problem? If pressed, he will even betray you."

"I'm sorry, I was reckless." Awell bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

Roland looked at her depressed look and finally couldn't help but remind her, "Are all the sages of our clan dead?"

Awell's body shook slightly, and he hurriedly knelt down on one knee and raised his hands above his head.

"Please give me strength and wisdom, sage."

This is right.

Roland solemnly raised the scepter, tapped her palm three times, and then placed a magic ring stored in her private space in her palm.

"This contains an energy storage array equivalent to 30% of my attack power. It can be activated by inputting magic power."

Aiweier took Roland's gift respectfully and expressed his gratitude.

Although her attitude was respectful, she was a little disapproving in her heart.

Roland's strength was certainly impressive, but after all, he was a defensive-oriented comprehensive class. The ring's lethality, which only accounted for 30% of his attack power, was really limited.

Although she had some complaints in her heart, she did not dare to disobey the only sage in the world.

Awell has a simple mind. Even though she has lived for hundreds of years, she is still similar to a young girl. Her likes and dislikes are written directly on her face.

Looking at her little expression, Roland certainly knew what she was struggling with, so he suppressed his smile and added calmly.

"Reusable at least fifteen times."

Aiweier was refreshed, this was amazing.

The enemy's important boss can be defended once or twice. Who would have thought that this thing can kill fifteen consecutive sprays?

Is this the wisdom of a sage? It's really awesome.

"Killing the enemy is to protect the people, Great Sage, I understand."

Although the way of understanding was a bit strange, Roland fully agreed with Aiweier's conclusion. He looked at General Aiwei solemnly, with a strange light shining in his eyes.

"The grudges between the earth spirit and the elves ended in the third era. They are not allowed to be mentioned again in the future, let alone passed on to future generations. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes!" Aiweier accepted the order without hesitation.

As Roland said, the grudges between the earth spirits and elves ended with the World-Destroying War of the God's Punishment Legion.

Almost none of the current descendants of the two groups participated in the tragic war of that year.

In this case, why carry a heavy burden that can only be solved by destroying the world?

"Your Majesty the Great Sage, our clan will surely be revived under your leadership!" Aiweier was in a good mood and used a rare flattery to praise Roland.

Roland did not echo her smile, but seriously corrected her: "Remember, it is the ethnic group that has embarked on the road to recovery under the wise leadership of Her Majesty the Queen."

Anyway, Sif is his wife, and the glory can be shared. He must establish Sif's powerful and majestic image in Elvir's heart.

Roland stayed in the Elf settlement for more than ten days and personally sent the Elf people on their way back north, and then continued southward with confidence.

On his way south, he encountered two ambushes and three assassinations.

The Yehus hated Roland deeply when they learned that Roland not only invaded their territory, but also rescued the descendants of the elves that they regarded as their own.

In their opinion, Roland was too much and was even looking for death.

Even if Roland can defeat an army by himself, he is still just one person.

Does he want to conquer the Southern Continent by himself?

The Yehus were angered by Roland's bold move, and the high-level Yehu warlords gathered together to make the decision to intercept and kill Roland.

The Yahu at the bottom are stupid, greedy and cruel, but their upper echelons are completely different. These Yahu have relatively less hair on their bodies and lighter skin color. Without careful observation, you can't tell the difference from humans.

The biggest difference between them and the lower class Yahu is that they are cunning, greedy and cruel.

The Overseers firmly believed that Roland would pay with his life for his carelessness, but after several failed assassinations, they realized that Roland was extraordinary.

This guy's defense ability is too strong, no matter how powerful the attack is in front of him, it is like a mosquito tickling an elephant.

After several failed ambushes, the Yehu warlords became ruthless and organized an army of more than 3,000 people to intercept Roland's only route.

Since Roland has the ability to defeat an army, then send a strong army.

There is no more logical arrangement than this. The governors were so convinced of Roland's death that they even opened the blood monkey wine before the army set off.

This is a special fruit wine brewed from blood monkey fruit, and its status is similar to Milan Champagne.

But they never dreamed that Roland would not follow the route they arranged.

After lying in wait for two days, Roland swaggered into a market near the southernmost tip of the mainland. According to intelligence sources, Roland not only ate and drank in the best local canteen, but even ordered a few bottles of blood monkey wine.

"Obviously, this is a provocation!"

Sanders, the chief high-ranking warlord of the Yehu Alliance, let out an angry roar. He clenched his fists and hit the table hard, making a big crater in the giant granite table.

"The damn colonial governor not only barged into our homeland without restraint, but even made naked mockery of us. What do you think we should do?"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

The governors roared one after another.

Of course they had reasons to be angry and to intercept Roland.

After all, they are no longer an unorganized mess, and they no longer kill each other.

The appearance of Lord Mirones allowed them to see the light.

The big men of the Dark Race brought them a powerful force and civilization that made them dumbfounded, and also brought the good news that the Demon King was about to come.

Compared with the low-key Dark Race, the Yehus opened the blood monkey wine faster.

They even called the Demon King the Dark Great Demon God, established religion, and built altars to accumulate power for the Great Demon God in order to welcome him as soon as possible.

The only few long-distance straight roads in the southern continent were built by the Pruden Kingdom.

They were certainly not doing good things, but just to maintain their rule.

Unlike other colonists who levied heavy taxes and wanted to squeeze out the colonies on the spot, the Pruden Kingdom was a little late in expanding overseas colonies, and the high-quality colonies had been divided up.

The overseas territories they could get were all scraps.

The only exception was the southernmost territory of the southern continent.

This is the only way to sail around the world, and it is also the key construction area of ​​the Pruden Kingdom.

They spared no effort to promote colonial education, tried their best to eliminate the influence of local culture, and won people's hearts by building roads, schools, hospitals, etc.

After Roland and the Dark Elves reached an agreement to withdraw from the southern continent, the Kingdom of Pruden struggled for a long time and reluctantly released most of its colonies, except for the southernmost Skyrim Province.

They quickly passed a bill declaring Skyrim Province a directly affiliated overseas province of the kingdom, with the same political identity as the mainland.

The people of Skyrim Province even have the qualifications to become prime ministers in theory.

But it's just theory.

The Skyrim Border Inspection Station is checking a special carriage.

This carriage is ordinary and there is nothing wrong with it, but the passengers are very problematic.

Although they used magic to cover their faces, they didn't know that the inspection station had special prism magic equipment.

This prism eye has only one simple function, which is to see the true face of the person being inspected through disguise.

Only for the face.

The captain in charge of the inspection looked at Roland's true side and was stunned in place.

He first ruled out the possibility that the tourist who looked like Roland was Roland.

What a joke, Roland is now the concubine of the Queen of the Vladimir Empire. Who in the entire Rodinia continent doesn't know?

He couldn't even go home to be with his wife, and had to take good care of that cold old woman.

Since it wasn't Roland, then.

"Let him go!"

Just as the captain of the guard was about to issue an order to detain him, a deep voice sounded from behind.

"But." The captain of the guard wanted to explain, but was interrupted again.

"This is an order."

"Yes!" The captain of the guard stood at attention, saluted, and let him go.

Watching Roland's carriage enter the Sky Province, the official who had just issued the order to let him go quietly left.

He didn't quite know the purpose of Roland's trip, but he knew.

Leave the big shots alone! (End of this chapter)