Chapter 1387 1359. Secret meeting
King Demavi of Aedirn was half lying on a chair covered with bearskin, staring at the wine glass placed on his belly with dark circles under his eyes.
Foltest, the ruler of Temeria, Pontar, Mahakam, and Soden, and who had recently become the senior protector of Brugg, turned his head out of the window, leaving a seal similar to Oron's coin. The same noble silhouette.
Across the table was King Henselt of Kaedwen. He had a bandit-like beard, and his small eyes slit between cheeks scanned the rest of the people secretly.
Queen of Lyria and Rivia, Meve. She was constantly fiddling with the huge ruby necklace on her towering chest, and her plump and beautiful lips curled up from time to time.
"We can't afford to make this mistake again."
Seeing that no one spoke, Vizmir's expression remained normal, but he just repeated his point of view.
"We have no right to make mistakes now. We have to sum up the experience and lessons of our predecessors. When our ancestors landed five hundred years ago, the elves were like ostriches with their heads buried in the sand. They refused because of resistance to change and fear. Face the threat head-on.”
"Every time our ancestors took a step forward and occupied a little bit, they comforted themselves by saying, 'This must be the last time,' and retreated again and again. Then, we became kings."
"And now." Vizmir's face, which was even older than a few years ago, looked at the kings one after another. "We have become the elves of those days."
"I heard more than once that someone in my court said, 'The men in black will stop on the south bank of the Yaruga River' and 'They don't want to fight anymore.' I believe there must be such voices in your court."
"So I have to say it again: let's not make the same mistake as the elves."
Foltest still didn't look back.
This window in the Haji Fortress looks out onto the rapids of the Pontal Rapids.
And he clearly remembered that less than half a year ago, this torrent, which was so fast that it was scary to look at, had been blocked a little further downstream.
In the end, the river itself accumulated three days of water, and the river was opened by Triss Merigold's explosive spell. Let this northern river artery flow again.
The chokepoint at that time was close to Temeria's pioneering territory, the Floating Port.
And according to the information from his loyal intelligence personnel, the huge amount of broken rocks and giant trees that blocked the river were smashed down from the mountain by something!
And what a coincidence was that that happened to be the time when a demon hunter, at his invitation, went to deal with the abnormal situation in the Pontar Valley.
Foltest still remembers the expression on the face of the intelligence officer who submitted the report to him.
'He must have been frightened. ’
This was the first reaction of the Temerian king at that time.
That spy who had experienced hundreds of battles and was able to thrive in the dark, sinister and vicious intelligence world. Did he see traces of something during the investigation that made him so frightened?
Foltest looked out the window and said nothing, but someone didn't want to be silent.
"But what if," Queen Mewe said suddenly, ignoring Henselt's obscene actions just now.
"If it is true that the men in black will not cross the Yaruga River, they can indeed sit back and wait. Then who is more beneficial to the situation? Who can delay it? Who cannot hold it?"
"Absolutely correct." Vizmir immediately agreed, "Mewei is as sharp as ever!"
The eldest king of the four northern kingdoms paced and walked to the table next to Miwe's seat. Show your attitude with your stance.
He continued: "Emhyr has a lot of time. But you still don't understand the situation?"
"Two years ago, the Nilfgaardians loosened a stone on the hillside, and now they are waiting for the landslide!"
“Two years ago, that little pebble was something that was untouchable to a lot of people, and now it’s gone! It totally lifts the spirits of those guys.”
"From the Gray Mountains to the Cape of Breamwood, there are guerrillas of the inhuman race everywhere! If we wait any longer, the free elves of Dol Bretanna will also have something to say! The dwarf Dominion of Mahakam must be ready to move, The tree spirits of Broklon will also become more and more arrogant!”
Vizmir punched the table.
"The Nilfgaardians are keeping the fire going while they wait for us to become increasingly stretched!"
"The Scoia'tael," Henselt admitted now, "are indeed a big problem. They disrupt trade and transportation and hinder farmers from doing their work. Damn inhuman bastards!"
"The Scoia'tael want war, so we will give them war." At this time, Foltest, who had been standing by the window, also answered. "I have always advocated peace, but this does not mean the abolition of force."
"I hereby make a promise: I will cleanse Temeria of the Scoia'tael within six months."
"As early as when my ancestors fought against the elves, too much blood was shed in that land. In my opinion, it was a tragedy. But since trouble is still coming at this critical juncture, the tragedy will have to happen again. ”
To be fair, Foltest's statement made others sigh in relief.
Because his attitude towards non-human races is indeed quite mild, as shown by Mahakam's dwarf autonomy.
Unlike Kaedwen or Aedirn, he directly made policies that discriminated against non-human races.
Discrimination in Temeria is mostly a matter of folk customs and stereotypes, rather than a policy issue.
But after Foltest expressed his stance, Demavi smiled softly.
"Yes, Foltest. As long as you give the order, your loyal army and the Blue Guard will not hesitate to attack the Scoia'tael or the inhuman race."
The King of Aedirn said easily.
But then, he finally sat up straight from his lazy half-lying position on the chair, lowered his face and asked in a trembling voice.
"But the question is...your army, your blue-clad iron guards, will they attack humans?!"