Green Monster Epic

Chapter 610 Compromise

“… Even if Arier is captured, as long as he truly defects to the Drow, this old man would rather die than acknowledge Arier as the chieftain of our tribe!!

“The hatred between the Drow and our Snowme tribe must be washed away with blood, and the foundation of our tribe's generations of survival must also be taken back from their hands!!

“Listen to me, if you still want to follow Arier then, you can start by chopping off your uncle's head and giving it to the Drow as a greeting gift!!

“Yes!! And a few of us old folks, we won’t live for a few years anyway, might as well chop them off together and give them to the Drow!!

It was said to be a negotiation, but in reality, Tim mostly lowered his head with a difficult expression, accepting the teachings of Bianca and several old trolls.

There was no way around it, Bianca was the blood brother of Tim's deceased father. Over the years, in order to allow Tim to improve his strength with peace of mind, Bianca had spared no effort in investing resources in Tim, which ultimately led to Tim's current achievements.

Not to mention his deceased partner was also Bianca's biological daughter. Now, his children are very much loved by Bianca, who personally teaches them how to manage the family, and has already cultivated them as the next generation of family heirs.

The intricate relationships were woven into an invisible net, making Tim unable to muster any of the aura of a legendary powerhouse in front of Bianca, and had to obediently be sprayed with saliva by Bianca.

“… What solutions did Allen of the Green Field tribe and Maggot Eye the Gnoll come up with when they looked for you??

After a burst of thunderous anger, Bianca picked up the wine in front of her, moistened her throat, and looked up to ask.

“They are just worried that Chieftain Arier will defect to the enemy, so they hope that I can stand up with them and establish some kind of joint mechanism, so that the three tribes can reach a consensus on foreign defense and other aspects, just like the United Chamber of Commerce…

Tim got the opportunity to speak, and quickly told Bianca and the other elders the contents of the conversation in Ya's courtyard.

While answering the elders' questions, Tim did not forget to use his peripheral vision to observe the troll chieftains surrounding them. From their faces, Tim could clearly feel the expressions of agreement with the elders' choices, which made Tim, who was originally struggling, start to reflect. Could it be that his persistence was really wrong?

“… Tell me specifically about this joint mechanism, what exactly is going on??

Several elders were obviously very interested in Allen's proposal and continued to question him.

“It's probably to emulate the parliament system of our alliance, with each of the three tribes sending several representatives…

Bianca's expression was serious and earnest, her wise pupils were sometimes closed in thought, and sometimes radiant, as if she had gained something. His thoughts and purposes were originally very pure, that is, he hoped to put his nephew in the position of tribal leader and lead the Goodman family to glory.

If there were no accidents, Bianca actually didn't want to overthrow Arier's regime, because he knew that as long as the tribe continued to transition smoothly, then decades later, as Arier's lifespan ran out, his nephew would be mature enough, and he would be able to legitimately take over the chieftain's power and rule the entire tribe.

However, plans always fail to keep up with changes. The impact of Arier's capture made Bianca gradually unable to see the road ahead. Although from the current situation of the tribe, Tim's position as heir will not be shaken by the Arier incident, the interests of the Goodman family are likely to be greatly affected.

Just like the Green Skin envoy who suddenly visited the night before, stating the Green Field tribe's attitude and plans to him, if the Snowme tribe really wants to collude with the Drow with Arier, then the Green Skin leader Allen will inevitably join the Gnolls in a desperate attempt to drive them out of Fort Nasil.

Not to mention what the final result will be, just considering the losses and costs of the troll tribe in this situation makes Bianca feel heavy.

It was not easy to live a stable life again. The Goodman family had just recovered some vitality from the displaced situation at the beginning. Now they were thinking of accumulating some capital under the leadership of the United Chamber of Commerce, but they did not expect to face the current predicament again.

Between the interests of the family and the tribe, Bianca undoubtedly prefers the interests of the family. The tribe gives him too little real things, but the education and training and the resources invested by the family are all real investments.

Not to mention, in the long years to come, his descendants and relatives will have to rely on the huge wings of the family to continue to pass on.

The thoughts of the old guys around Bianca are the same as him. Several major families have basically reached an agreement in private, which is why they are sitting at the same table now.

“What do you think? Do you still want to stick to your little bit of meaningless loyalty and wait for the final result to be settled?

After listening to Tim's introduction of the joint mechanism, Bianca's pair of turbid eyes seemed to see through Tim's heart, exposing Tim's inner struggle.

“Have you ever thought about what will happen to our Snowme tribe if things are really as Allen and Maggot Eye envision?

“Do you think the two tribes will sit idly by and watch us collude with the Drow and threaten their territory in the Kator Mountains? Do you think we old guys will put down our hatred and reconcile with the Drow?

“Now that you are sitting in the position of leader, even if it is only temporary, then in matters related to the tribe, you must show the attitude and decision you should have! You can’t always…

Several old troll patriarchs lectured righteously. Although they were rigid and boring, the psychological pressure they gave Tim was heavier than Allen and Maggot Eye. The surrounding troll chieftains listened attentively to Tim's conversation with the patriarchs, while echoing the patriarchs' opinions from time to time, which made Tim have to carefully consider whether he should continue to avoid it.

… … … …

The Gnoll chieftains walked out of the restaurant one after another, and soon the drumbeats of the team gathering sounded, and countless fine footsteps formed a torrent, knocking on the ground.

The pedestrians on the streets of the West District also gradually became scarce. Seeming to feel the tense atmosphere in the fortress, many merchants either packed their bags and hid in the inns and warehouses in the outer city, or led their teams to move forward outside the city.

In the East District, the Green Field tribe's spies had already taken action. In addition to contacting the troll chieftains to gather at 'Allen's' restaurant and putting pressure on Tim, there were also a few chieftains who held important positions in the troll tribe and were controlled by the Green Field spies with key information, or were bought by interests. They had already begun to secretly entangle their confidants, preparing to express their attitude with practical actions.

Of course, Goodman and other family members were also present, leading their well-prepared teams, lying in wait at various key strongholds, ready to take over the defenses of the Eastern City at any moment upon receiving the signal from the family heads.

A messenger owl silently darted out from a corner of the Eastern City, dodging several long arrows that suddenly shot from the city walls, and gracefully flew towards the depths of the Catoer Mountains. Not long after, a huge eagle soared from the nameless valley where the messenger owl had landed, flapping its broad wings and swiftly flying north.

"Chieftain Aruiel, this is probably the last time I will meet with you. After tonight, your fate will no longer be something I can control."

Philemon, the Northern High Priest of the Church of Nature, looked regretfully at the stubborn troll chieftain Aruiel and said helplessly.

Aruiel's heart skipped a beat, but his face still wore an indifferent expression. He slowly glanced at the half-elf: "Then I will say goodbye to you here. When you return to Mansa City, remember to report to the council about the despicable dark elves killing the leader of an allied race!"

"Whether I report it or not, what difference does it make...? By then, will you be able to crawl out of the River Styx and accuse the dark elves of their evil deeds to the world? You should worry about yourself. Think about what your efforts over the past centuries will leave behind?"

"Then you don't need to worry about that, High Priest Philemon. At least my Snow Mite clan still has a stable place to reproduce. They will remember the sacrifices I have made for them, and they will remember what the dark elves have done!"

Aruiel's heart was also struggling. On one side was his precious, one-time life, and on the other was the betrayal of his tribe and allies. No matter which choice he made, he would pay a heavy and irreversible price.

In the past half month, people had come to persuade him to surrender every day. Sometimes it was the dark elf matriarchs with generous benefits and seductive beauty, and sometimes it was the full support of the Church of Nature. It would be a lie to say that Aruiel wasn't tempted, but it was by relying on the bond and belief in his heart for his tribe that Aruiel was able to persevere until now without yielding.

"Anyway, I have analyzed everything I needed to say to you. Since you are still dreaming of those illusory things, then we have no choice."

Philemon sighed, biting his tongue. He had spent a lot of effort trying to persuade the dark elves to spare Aruiel's life, hoping that by subduing Aruiel, the matter of the Horzia Dark Elf Federation joining the alliance could make some progress.

Unexpectedly, in the end, he underestimated the will of this troll leader, who was so loyal to his tribe, which really caused his plan to fail.

"Then I hope you take care!"

Philemon didn't want to waste any more words and stepped towards the iron cage. When he reached the iron door, he suddenly remembered something and turned back to Aruiel and said: "Oh, I forgot to tell you something. Nasir Fortress has been very lively these past two days. Several major families in your tribe are colluding everywhere and are very enthusiastic about the gnolls."

"Also, the heir you value, that young troll legend named Tim, is also following behind his uncle Bianca everywhere, and has even put your family under surveillance."

"Those descendants in your family who are in charge of the public treasury, money, and other positions have now been removed from their positions and imprisoned..."

"Enough!"

Aruiel, who had always been indifferent, finally changed his expression. Although he had a premonition in his heart, Aruiel never expected that this day would come so quickly.

"Don't try to play tricks of sowing discord in front of me. I'm tired of playing them!"

"Is that so? Then you should recognize this necklace in my hand, right?"

With a flip of his hand, Philemon revealed a high-level magic necklace exuding a magical aura, which caught Aruiel's eyes.

That was something Aruiel left for the current head of the family to save his life. The heart-shaped, brilliant star diamond inlaid on it allowed the wearer to cast a high-level teleportation spell once a day. Also, the six symmetrically arranged ice jade stones allowed the necklace to have an ice shield spell that blocked spells and attacks below the legendary level three times a day.

Although it was only a high-level magic equipment, it had always been something that only the head of the Aruiel family would possess because of its significant life-saving effect. If the wearer didn't voluntarily give it to outsiders, with the castle defenses built for the descendants of his family, as well as the original defense system of Nasir Fortress, others would not be able to obtain this necklace.

"But your family's head personally handed it over to the person in charge of the Church of Nature in Nasir Fortress, asking us to be sure to hand it over to you!"

"… … … …"

Aruiel suppressed the anger in his heart and tried to maintain a calm tone as he asked: "Besides this, did he have anything else for you to bring to me?"

"Heh, you do understand the trolls in your family. They really did have a few words for me to bring to you."

Philemon's eyes shone, finally sensing Aruiel's violent emotional fluctuations. It seemed that this move was not wrong.

"They just asked me to give you a message, to tell you to go back quickly, otherwise your family's entire industry and relatives may suffer!"

"Hmph!! You don't need to be alarmist. I believe that Tim kid will not do anything to betray me!"

Aruiel's eyes were still full of suspicion, with an expression as if he had expected this, and he replied contemptuously.

"Whether you believe it or not is up to you. I am only responsible for bringing the things and words to you."

Philemon replied calmly.

"Alright, I'm leaving."

Creak~~~

The sound of the iron door rubbing echoed, and Philemon's footsteps lightly moved outwards. Just then, Aruiel's hesitant call suddenly came from behind.

"… … Wait!!"

Aruiel spoke hesitantly. Those two short syllables seemed to have used up all his strength to utter completely.

"You… … Can you guarantee that the dark elves will absolutely not interfere in my tribe's affairs?"

"In the name of the Church of Nature, I promise you that we will absolutely not allow the dark elves to interfere in the affairs of your Snow Mite clan, but the prerequisite is that your entire Snow Mite clan believes in our Lord, the God of Nature, O'Hai!!"

Philemon replied firmly.

"Then I still have a few requests… …"

"Everything is negotiable… …"

Inside the iron cage, Aruiel and Philemon began to bargain, while outside the iron cage, several dark-skinned, plump dark elf matriarchs finally revealed satisfied smiles.