Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 707 - 148 - The Ladder Over the Wall is Dismantled _3

Chapter 707: Chapter 148 - The Ladder Over the Wall is Dismantled _3

"My current fief includes the entire Southwest Province, situated at the edge of the Sunset Swamp. In the future, I shall propose to the kingdom to form a separate province south of the Sanggan River, with us from the Smey Clan as its protector," said Lord Mourinho with a smile, gazing at Liu Zhenhan before turning to the fallen elves. "The main potential enemy in the Bimon Kingdom’s Southwest Province is the small Druid kingdom in the Sunset Swamp. Elves are part of the Druid lineage—if the Blood Elves and Dark Elves return to the surface, they can assimilate this small Druid kingdom in a short amount of time. I can dispatch my family’s troops to assist in the campaign."

"We, the fallen elves, harbor a great hatred for these surface elves, both collateral and direct relations. If we were to return to the surface, the first to settle accounts with would be these surface elves—one fact that you need not teach us. If we can win them over, we will. Otherwise, if it’s not possible, it doesn’t matter, as we will bring about their complete destruction," said the Drow Matron Mothers, scoffing coldly.

"Long live the great fallen elves!" Though they had yet to return to the surface, the fervent cry from the Drow priests and martial arts masters, filled with excitement, was powerful enough to almost lift the roof off.

"If the sole purpose is destruction, then it seems a bit pointless. Myself and the Smey Clan don’t mind taking these slaves in. In this way, it would illustrate a point... that the Elven race is indeed my vassal," Lord Mourinho smiled. "Given the combined strength of the Smey military and the fallen elves, we should be able to achieve double the results with half the effort."

"Your plan seems to offer more benefits for you than for us, fallen elves. No wonder you’re so enthusiastic," Prince Moore said with a faint smile. "But it doesn’t matter. After all, we fallen elves are bound to trouble the surface elves sooner or later. Chances of us being able to subdue them are not very high. It would be more valuable for them to become slaves than for us to annihilate them. But if that were the case, the distribution should be proportionate rather than leaving you to reap all the benefits."

"Dearest Prince, there’s no incentive without profit." Lord Mourinho elegantly bowed his head and responded to the Prince’s words with a frank smile, "In the Southern Cross Star Forest, there’s a race of Forest Elves and a large number of Eagle-Bull warriors patrolling the air. We should easily find and eliminate them. Whether it’s the forest elves of the Southern Cross Star or the druids of the Sunset Swamp, once a large air force appears, they will lose the protection that their natural environment provides."

"In that case, the Donau Wasteland seems to be indeed more suitable for us fallen elves," the eight Drow Matron Mothers looked at each other and laughed, "Returning to the surface, our main aim would be to deal with these surface elves."

"In the Southern Cross Star Forest, there’s also a tribe of Hill Giants. The Gray Dwarves and Giants are related by blood, and the Giants like to attach themselves to strong Dwarf tribes. If we can recruit these Hill Giants, it would be a good thing," Lord Mourinho’s smile broadened.

The future plans seem so promising that all the fallen elves, including the dignified Drow Matron Mothers, seemed eager to try.

"This strategy is incredibly ingenious!" Liu Zhenhan couldn’t help but acknowledge, "Once the Druids are located and obliterated within the expansive Sunset Swamp, there will be no need to station troops there. If the Forest Elf kingdom and the Hill Giant tribe in the Southern Cross Star Forest are also eliminated, the Pier Race’s ’Dragon Horn Legion’ will be at ease. If a new province is established on the southern bank of the Sanggan River, then Fawkes’ ’Mig Legion’ on the northern bank will also lose their hypothetical enemy. This will free up three legions in the Bimon Kingdom, a total of sixty thousand regular troops. Combined with the Bimon’s main Wolf Tribe on the southeast border, even if the kingdom is wary of the Blood Elves and Dark Elves, it should have enough soldiers to checkmate them."

As these words left his mouth, Mourinho subtly raised an eyebrow, while Liu’s face betrayed a crafty smile.

"Our enemies are the surface elves and potentially their allies, the Surface Dwarves. We fallen elves have no conflict with the Bimon Kingdom," said Prince Benitez, cheerfully patting Liu Zhenhan’s shoulder, "We are brothers, forever."

If I believe you, I am a fool. Liu Zhenhan was laughing externally, but thinking internally.

"If it comes to that, your six million Beamons aren’t all powerful races like the Antelope Man. We may respect our friends, but we don’t fear war," You Yue’er, the Matron Mother, spoke with the usual unfeeling style of the Drow Elves.

"So, respected Matron Mothers and Prince, would you agree to our proposal for our young King Richard to devote his power to your ’Sunlight Baptism Ceremony’?" Lord Mourinho asked, not wasting any moment to strike while the iron was hot.

You Yue’er Matron Mother and the other seven Matron Mothers exchanged glances. They turned to gaze cheerfully at the Swan High Priestess, "Isn’t Lord Mourinho interested in participating in this ceremony? As I recall, you just volunteered to do so."