Fairy’s Box

"It's so savage, Hei Man is really a human-shaped beast, **** it!"

"We feel the pain of Shangguo."

"When I return to the tribe, I must ask all the tree elves to pray for the innocent sacrificed Rosevians."

After watching Jonathan finish speaking, the tree elf opened his mouth with a bunch of nasty but useless polite words. For the immediate benefit, the black savage brothers were scolded and would not lose a piece of meat.

"No matter how ferocious Heiman is, it's just a group of human-shaped beasts. As long as the army of the gods arrives, it will definitely be crushed into powder!" Mizdenuo raised his chest and said impassively.

"That's right, the emperor's army is invincible!"

"His Majesty the Great Emperor made a move, there is no way for these black barbarians to survive."

These are all truths. The tree elves are really scared and convinced by the beating. Their bones are crisp in front of the Rosevians, and it can be said that they are fully kneeling and licking.

Not to mention eight hundred years, even a hundred years of humiliation can make a once brilliant nation begin to deny itself, how can the tree elves be exempted from the commonplace. They now generally realize that they are inferior to human beings. In the final analysis, they have kneeled for a long time and their knees have taken root, and they really can't stand up.

Of course, they do not have the capital to stand up.

"His Majesty the Emperor is on an expedition. Although the imperial army is strong, it is difficult to adapt to the climate of the rainforest. If you force an attack, you will suffer heavy losses."

Jonathan observed their expressions and said half-heartedly.

"This...how can I do this?" The Prince Regent almost understood what he meant at this time, didn't he just want to send troops by himself, of course there were a million unwillingness in his heart, and he deliberately faltered.

"I heard that the tree elf jungle tactics are superb. Would your Highness be willing to share the worries of His Majesty the Emperor?" Jonathan asked clearly when he saw the other party began to act stupid and stunned.

You don't want to bleed, why should our tree elves bleed for you? ?

The tribal leaders were scolding each other in their hearts. They were not affiliated with each other. Naturally, they didn't want to bleed more.

"Of course I am willing to share the worries of the Great Emperor, and I am willing to send five hundred! No! Eight hundred elite soldiers!" Of course, this unlucky man was Mizdeno, who made him the regent in name. ,

Since the Rosevier opened his mouth, he had to try his best to satisfy the other party, who made the situation better than others.

"The Green Forest Tribe is willing to send three hundred elite warriors."

"The Wild Hills tribe is willing to send three hundred elite soldiers."

"The Shenze tribe is willing to send two hundred elite soldiers."

With the beginning of the regent, the tree elves reluctantly let go, endured the pain, gritted their teeth and reported the smallest number they could accept.

Anyway, the other party will definitely bargain, and then add some people to deal with it.

...

Of course Jonathan knew what they were thinking, so he deliberately paused for a while, until all the tree elves had beads of sweat on their foreheads, and then said with a big laugh:

"You are indeed the loyal ministers of the empire. Since this is the case, we can't treat you badly."

"That's all we should do."

Mizdenuo pretended to laugh and said, he completely attributed the other party's words to being cheap and being good.

"I can't say that. The Empire never treats those who really do things for us...or tree elves." Jonathan stared at the regent with piercing eyes, and said with a serious expression:

"Then do it like this. Every tree elf who is willing to fight for the empire will receive an employment fee of 50,000 sol. We will pay this fee directly to each tribe. At the same time, they will also receive the same salary as the imperial soldiers. and treatment, reward for function, and compensation for those killed in battle!"

When did humans become so prudent?

The regent and the tribal leaders were stunned. They are big figures in the sea of ​​​​trees, and they also have a concept of Thor's purchasing power. One hundred warriors, that is five million Thors!

At the price of food in Roservia, one sol can buy nearly five pounds of grain, and five million sols is 25 million pounds of grain!

And the money is given to the tribe! As for how to distribute it, doesn't it depend on the mood of the leader?

If there are several thousand more warriors, not only will there be no food crisis, but they will still be able to live the lives of human nobles. Tsk tsk tsk, the extravagance of the upper class of Rosevia, the tree elf leaders have always heard of it, but they have never had the opportunity to practice it.

Your Highness Regent, you must not refuse.

Of course Mizdeno would not refuse, but he was stunned by the oncoming surprise. Fortunately, the city was deep enough, and he calmed down after relying on the identity of the high-ranking person for many years, so he cleared his throat and said:

"Your Excellency, what you said is true. You can't make this joke."

"There is absolutely no falsehood. As long as they make a contribution, the reward can be divided equally with the tribe."

It's still a long-term deal!

Including the regent, all the tree elf leaders felt that they had made a lot of money after thinking about it. How can humans be so generous all the time, it's not bad to mess with them.

"Not only that, we have prepared additional benefits for the tree elf warriors."

There are even benefits! ?

The tree elves were so overwhelmed with happiness that even the waiters in the mother tree hall raised their pointed ears to see if they could put their brothers and sisters into the mercenary army, so that they could have enough to eat.

"We have prepared 30 acres of land for each tree elves, which can be inherited and traded. However, these lands are all in the Southern Wilderness Swamp and are controlled by the black barbarians. You need to get them yourself."

Jonathan paused deliberately when he said this, and emphasized in a serious tone: "Whatever you get is yours, you can dispose of it at will, even if you take over all your family and friends, it's no problem."

There is even land!

That is the land under the sun!

You can even pick up your friends and family!

Although the Southern Wilderness Swamp is a rotten land in the eyes of the Rosevians, and they are too lazy to occupy it, but in the eyes of the tree elves, it is a land that can't be better, can bathe in the sun, have clean water, and can grow crops. delicious fruit.

After being starved for so long, they pursued this.

"..."

Mizdeno was so excited that he was almost speechless. Since those lands were allowed to be bought and sold, wouldn't it mean that he could also get them? He couldn't wait to soak up the warmth of the sun.

"Your Excellency!"

The leader of the barren hill tribe was the first to lose his temper, stood up abruptly, and shouted fiercely:

"The mere black and savage beasts dare to repeatedly invade the territory of Shangguo and slaughter innocent people. It is really arrogant. I am willing to send a thousand troops and work hard for His Majesty the Great Emperor."

The tree elf's morals are so much. For the sake of profit, the black barbarian brother who was still in the distance in his heart just now has become a beast.

"I am willing to send 1500 troops to conquer the black barbarians for the empire!" The leader of the Green Forest tribe also stood up.

"I will send two thousand troops! I am willing to defend the territory for the brother state!" The leader of the Moonlight Tribe was not to be outdone.

"I will send two thousand and five troops, and I won't stop until I kill all the black savages!" the leader of the Shenze tribe shouted loudly.

Everyone including Jonathan couldn't help but glance at him. Just now, this guy was only willing to send 200 people, but now it has more than ten times, and the food looks too ugly.

"I would like to go out..."

"I'm out..."

Under the impassioned speeches of the tree elves, the number of mercenaries rose, and soon reached 20,000, which was already the upper limit of the cabinet's predetermined target.

At this time, Jonathan calmly stretched out his hands and made a stop gesture:

"The 20,000 tree elves who are proficient in jungle warfare can easily sweep the Southern Wilderness Swamp. Now that you have made a statement, the warriors should prepare as soon as possible."

"Your Excellency, we will definitely cooperate with you!" The Prince Regent respectfully filled a glass of wine and handed it to the other party.

"The empire is generous to those who are obedient, rewarding merit and punishment."

Jonathan took the wine glass, filled it with his own drink, and said with a smile, "I hope we can cooperate sincerely in the future to become prosperous together."

"Yes, let's get rich together!"

The regent and the chiefs shouted like a carnival, can they not be happy, not only has the food crisis been solved, but a big pie has fallen from the sky.

If humans can be so generous all the time, it is indeed a good business to be with them, and the tree elf leaders, including Mizdno, think so.

Yes, the thighs are thick and rich, and humans eat meat, and it's good for them to pick up bones.

Why bother with them? After thousands of years, human beings are getting stronger and stronger, and the tree elves are about to become extinct. Why bother, it is obvious that tree elves are not as good as others by nature, and it is not a shame to admit their shortcomings.

As for what to replace Anterasu as the central world, or even rush out of the world to dominate the universe, they have long since thrown such wishful thinking into the depths of the River Styx.

Seeing the tree elf so happy, Jonathan also smiled very happily. He used half the expected conditions to get the tree elf's royal court, and it was just around the corner to get rid of the southern border.

Why does he insist on paying the money?

Because the Empire needs high-spirited tree elf warriors, not a bunch of bereaved dogs forced to leave their homes.

Give them dignity, give them money, and give them the opportunity to use the sword to acquire land for their plows, can the tree elves not fight to the death to exterminate those bastards?

At that time, they will not only be the warriors of the tree elves, but also the Great Wall that will not fall in the southern border of the empire!

Of course, any policy has its two sides. To a certain extent, tree elves are more harmful than black barbarians. After all, the latter are just human-shaped beasts, while the former has created a brilliant civilization.

However, this is not a big deal. It is enough for the empire to control the number of tree elves and keep them and Heiman at a standstill in the Southern Wilderness Swamp.

Moreover, their roots are always in the sea of ​​trees world, allowing them to buy and sell land means that they are allowed to complete their metabolism spontaneously, and there is only so much land to prepare, and the number of tree elves will not increase.