Chapter 386
My Empire Chapter 386
2020-11-03
Chapter 386 387 DwarvesWith this expectation and hope, Elf Race's envoy Falai said, "Our I'm sure you've come here, I believe that Grecon has informed you... We hope to seek a territory and develop peace of mind there."
"Alanhill has no objection to this." Chris said with a smile: "However, The Alanhill empire needs to develop, and it is very worrying to find a strong and unclear country as a neighbor."
Having said this, he simply spoke frankly: "I don't Know what the Elf Race is here to do, so please speak frankly. If you don't keep your promises...Alanhill has the right to react."
"Your Majesty, what is your reaction... ?" Falley was stunned for a moment, then asked subconsciously.
In his long life, he had never heard of an Elf Race being threatened by an opponent. In fact, even the arrogant and powerful Dragon Clan wouldn't talk like that to Elf Race.
Of course, the emperor Your Majesty sitting in front of him is not a Dragon Clan, but he still has the capital to speak like that. It's just that Elf Race at this moment is not willing to admit it.
"I wonder if you've heard of... nuclear weapons?" Chris asked coldly.
Elf Race's special envoy, Falley, shook the head and said, "I haven't heard of this thing, we Elf Race are no longer willing to fight for disputes. We plan to live in peace, until The world is coming to an end."
"Well, I hope you don't forget what you told me today." Chris nodded, and then moved on to other topics.
He inquired about the status of Elf Race, and found that the remaining Elf Race was weak. Many high level magicians have hidden illnesses, and Tree of Life, the foundation of Elf Race, has begun to wither.
On the other hand, the war with the demons has drained Elf Race of its reserves. The wealth accumulated in countless years has almost been used up - these Elf Races are now a group of beggars, just beggars with higher status.
As for what will happen to these beggars in the future - as long as they don't cause trouble for Alanhill, so will love! Anyway, whether it's a demon or an Elf Race, Chris's idea is very simple, just eliminate all the obstacles in the way.
"We have never regretted what our elves promised." Elf Race's special envoy, Falei, solemnly vowed emphasized.
But then he continued: "But Your Majesty, I have to stress that your pollution of the natural environment...is really horrendous! If you don't respect nature, nature I'll get my revenge on you too."
Well, these Elf Races are just a bunch of die-hard environmentalists? Chris immediately lost interest in this supposedly powerful race.
When he was about to finish, he only heard Falai, the envoy of the elves, continue: "We can provide you with many planting techniques, and even help to make your plants grow better... However, Your Majesty, we need a commitment, a commitment to improve the environment and protect nature."
This is interesting, the other party turned out to be a group of natural farmers who grow food! Chris felt that he could finally make the best use of this group of farmers sent from heaven. Although the other party is a group of farmers with strong environmentalism, they are also farmers, right?
The other party also has some magic techniques that can be used to help increase the production of agricultural products! In this way, at least Alanhill's food problem has been completely solved.
"Okay, we are really going to deal with the environmental pollution problem...but all this will have to wait for the demon to be defeated." Chris agreed to the other party's request, making the other party feel that he was a very special person in an instant. A good king.
Falai laughed excitedly and praised: "You are one of the wisest emperors I have ever met! May the Moon God bless you..."
Uh Chris felt that it was necessary for him to remind the other party that in the world before he traveled through, the word wise was actually taken away by netizens.
In addition, he is very curious now, wishing the other party is the moon god bless you, so if there is a fight, is it the famous sentence... on behalf of the moon to destroy you?
Since Elf Race doesn't care about Alanhill's environmental pollution, or the other party has maintained restraint, then Alanhill doesn't mind showing his generosity in some aspects.
Chris felt that it was necessary for him to show the tolerance and friendliness that a future world's first Great Empire should have, and he promised: "If Elf Race enters Grecon, we at Alanhill are willing to provide something within our power. help."
"That's very good, we have a lot of clansman who need help. When our people arrive, I will contact you as soon as possible, Chris Your Majesty." Elf Race was not polite at all. , directly accepted the gift of Alanhill.
This made Chris a little embarrassed, and he didn't expect himself to be polite, and the other party accepted it. Under normal circumstances, at this time, shouldn't the other party politely say a few words, and then say two more casually, to complete the conversation at this time?
The result is good now, the other party actually agreed with nodded, in case there is another lion's big mouth, then when the time comes Alanhill, the international big brother, what he does is a bit of a big deal.
Soon, Chris ended his awkward conversation with Elf Race envoy Farai, and then waited for Mr. Morak, the elder of the dwarves.
Who would have thought that the conversation at this time would be even more embarrassing, so embarrassing that Chris felt a little unreal.
After meeting Chris, Elder Moraco calmly expressed an astonishing idea. The shocked Chris was speechless at all, unable to even make a shocked expression.
I just heard Elder Morak talking to himself there, with new clarity with keen interest pleasure, as if all this had become a reality.
He opened his mouth and said to Chris: "Your Majesty, the great emperor of Alanhill, do you have any discrimination against race? For example, for Dwarf Race, we like to keep all kinds of long Beards, and stature are shorter than normal humans, do you think these are unbearable things?"
"Uh..." Chris doesn't have any racist genes, he lives in a place where he doesn't discriminate very much. Foreign races, and even some foreign-loving countries for some reason. However, when someone asked this question, he was still lost in thought.
Under the expectant gaze of the dwarf elder Morak, he gave his answer, and then fell into a more depressing situation: "In theory, I don't discriminate against dwarves, I heard that you are hospitable, loyal, tenacious..."
"If the dwarves take refuge in Alanhill, would you be willing to accept...about 1.1 million people...they are very capable and capable. There are warriors who can fight, and there are women who can farm..." The dwarf elder Morak said his thoughts, and it was exactly these words, the shocked Chris speechless.
"We have the best craftsmen, and if you're willing to train them, they can build you a lot of advanced...sorry, I think it's a blasphemy to Alanhill to describe dwarven equipment as advanced. We can help you build the gear you need, and we still have a lot of recipes and craftsmanship." Morak, each minding their own business, boasted about his race.
Then, just to hear him go on: "When I go back, I can convince King Sumolai of the dwarves that he will agree with me. He can abdicate and become an archduke of Alanhill - I ask After that, you have a Higgs Archduke, and an extra Dwarf Archduke is not a problem."
Then, without waiting for Chris to speak, he continued: "We can send 100,000 soldiers for you. In the war, they are all good warriors, we promise to abide by the law, as long as there is wine...enough wine is enough."
Chris felt that Elf Race and Dwarf Race sent such two people here Being an envoy is simply the rhythm of bringing about one's own destruction.
The arrogance and honesty of Elf Race are even willing to pretend. If he can settle things, Alanhill's diplomat Stryd can be called a diplomatic overlord.
As for the dwarf in front of him, he just said a few words, and he is about to sell his race, and he will sell it as a package at the retail price, as if he was afraid that Alanhill would not be willing to take over.
"If Your Majesty you have needs, we can swear allegiance to you. In short, we are very sincere and hope to join Alanhill and become a part of Alanhill." Morak said to himself.
Chris finally came out of the beautiful fantasy of the "Son of Heaven" of "international attachment to the whole country", looked at Morak, and said with a smile: "You and my concubine. Vivienne is very similar."
"I'm very similar to her?" Morak was puzzled, frowned asked, "What do you mean?"
But he I am still very happy in my heart, I have something in common with the other's concubine, which can bring the relationship closer, and even develop it, it is possible to become the guest of the emperor Your Majesty.
"I like to talk as well." Chris spread his hands and continued: "I am very interested in the enclosed things, but you always have to say, what is the price I have to pay? ?"
"I hope that the dwarves can get... Now all the industrial technologies of Alanhill... We dwarves have always admired technology, in order to learn the real technology, touch the god of craftsmanship The truth, we are willing to give everything..." Morak replied very solemnly.
"I gave you all the technology, and then you left with the technology?" Chris sneered and teased: "Like you left Elf Race?"
" Not the same! Your Majesty! We have never been loyal to a country, we are with Elf Race, it is only a cooperative relationship, not an attachment. Also, please don't underestimate the loyalty of our Dwarf Race, we will not betray!" Morak explained earnestly.
(end of this chapter)