Black Scepter Chapter 53: Ombudsman
> "I don't understand what you want, so I won't tell you what Arendis has at will."
The Patriarch Phils is still a loyal look to Kleinman. Even if Morpheus did not blow him into pieces and even directly destroyed the Brest family, he would not be grateful to Dade for this.
Having fantasies about the enemy’s benevolence is always an immature performance of young people, so even if Morpheus shows friendliness, he is still very hostile.
Bloods and humans never have a clear boundary, use each other, betray each other, "History of Marcus Bloodline" only depicts the tip of the iceberg for those dark records, which have been enemies and friends for thousands of years. Has reached a point where no one can say clearly.
"The Kleinman family? I’m not interested in them, and I’m not going to interfere with your mission. As I said, Arantis still has your own sovereignty except for the castle at your feet, and I’ll leave it to me Requisition, now I am asking a question that you can refuse to answer, maybe you have misunderstood some of the meaning."
Morpheus sat quietly on the cold stone chair.
"I solemnly ask again: What resources can Arantis provide for my territory and army?"
Fairs did not immediately answer this question.
Speaking of that, before and after he became the head of the family, the Brest family has been in an awkward position-although the life span of the blood clan is almost unlimited, but as a "predator" in the dark, it confronts the night elves and Not every time ends in victory.
A powerful ranger elf like Krenze has more than five blood clan dead in his hands, and the total blood clan deaths of other excellent night elf hunters add up to more than twenty people.
Compared to the number of casualties in a war, this number is not much, but for the Brest family with no more than 300 people, this is an irreparable loss.
The so-called stalemate is nothing more than that. If the stalemate continues for hundreds of years, it is estimated that the night elves and the Brest family will completely disappear in this underground world-whenever they think of this, Phils can't help but feel desolate in his heart.
"What you want is strategic resources? I think the things on the surface are already in front of you."
Fells replied after a long silence, his tone was low, and his expression was a bit sad—"The vast land can provide you with extra territory. For humans, there are many edible crops. A layer of the world's search for food, wood from the edge of the woodland, and an iron ore in half of the cave at the westernmost point of the castle. There is a considerable amount of mineral deposits, but it was abandoned after the Kleinman family left."
He paused and looked up: "I will not provide any information about the Kleinman family and the castle behind me."
"No need to emphasize it with me anymore."
Morpheus waved his hand and looked around: "There is no earthquake now?"
This is a new discovery after he came here. It was not a coincidence that the violent vibration that occurred here every once in a while never happened again.
Fairs responded to this question with silence.
"Okay, then I won't continue to ask," Morpheus is very interesting, "Your food is blood, and the source is from night elves?"
Fels nodded and added: "Occasionally, it is an animal."
It seems that their situation is not more difficult than that of the Meeks family, and can only be described as "miserable"-no wonder that the strength of more than two hundred blood races is moderately low, and the lack of food resources prevents them from being promoted. The biggest reason.
"Well, I have an idea," Morpheus pointed to the top of his head. "For Balice, who is about to go to war, the blood used to irrigate the land does not seem to be more appropriate than giving it to you."
"Especially the blood of those fanatics."
"Holy See?"
Fills stood up in shock at the news—even though hundreds of years have passed, he still can’t get out of the shadow of the Holy See.
Why did the Kleinman family move from the huge underground city and live in exile in the sacred Gabriel? In the final analysis, it was because the Holy See had gone round like crazy, and all the arrested blood races were executed under the sun. This is not the end of the family that Phils wants to see.
"Do you want to involve us?"
He questioned Morpheus. Even if the strengths were very different, as the patriarch, this was the responsibility he had to bear in the event of a disaster.
"It's good to involve you in? The Holy See wouldn't want to tear me into pieces, rest assured that their hatred for me is much greater than a blood family that has long been forgotten by history," Morpheus shrugged. "I understand You are hostile to me, but can you not think too extreme about everything? I am seeking cooperation, not seeking various ways to get rid of you. Do you think that destroying the Brest family requires me to show you to the Holy See In front?"
"The truth is here, put me and you in front of the army of the Holy See at the same time. They will not even have extra eyes when they pass by you, but for me-or the scepter in my hand. , They can even kill each other. The Holy See? It’s not a Holy See that you already know."
The conversation fell into silence, Phils stood there for a long time, and finally sat back in his chair, whispering: "Please forgive my recklessness. Indeed, the descendants of the Brest family are increasingly lacking in food. Most of them fall into a deep sleep, and fresh blood is our most eager resource, but I want to know what it costs."
The two have finally returned to the negotiating table, but Morpheus has clearly always taken the initiative.
"Two things," Morpheus said with two fingers, and said softly, "Tell me what you know about "History", and meanwhile "guide the way" for the development team under my staff."
Why do blood races establish a base camp here? How many secrets still exist here? Why did the Kleinman family leave? These things are not only related to the dark city of Arantis, but also related to the series of events such as the scepter of Sulfuras and Yizuer and even Ashkandi and Irindal.
"Guide the way? I won’t take you to some places."
"I have reiterated many times that I have no interest in touching your bottom line." Morpheus shrugged helplessly and sighed: "Now I have shown my sincerity, what about you?"
It seems that Morpheus is completely in a passive position of negotiation, and he seems to be "seeking cooperation" from beginning to end, but in fact, Phils can feel the invisible oppression-he has no way to refuse this." "Cooperation" because the consequences are unbearable.
Under the premise of keeping the secrets of the Kleinman family, he of course wants his people to live better. To be honest, the Brest blood clan who seems to oppress the night elves is actually essentially the same as the night elves, and Phils The choice faced by this patriarch and Krenze is almost the same.
"Follow me."
In the end, Phils still chose to compromise. He stepped out of the stone chamber and motioned to Morpheus to keep up with him.
Brest’s castle is dark and completely oppressive. Perhaps the light has never shone through here for centuries. The oncoming wind seems bitter in the underground where the temperature is not cold. The phoenix wood magic wand illuminates the surroundings, and with the advancing steps, the decoration in the field of vision gradually changes from the original decorative oil painting and rusted armor to a thick blue mossy bluestone wall.
All the way down.
"Blood is food for us, but it does not mean that it is the only motivation for us to survive."
Fairs stood in front of a rusty iron door with a slight hesitation, and finally decided to reach out and push away.
The harsh metal friction sounded, and there were several figures in the cage where the wand light pointed.
"To endure hunger is to make the mind more aware of its mission, so even food will always be our second."
Fairs pointed to the row of night elves in front of him. The cage was clearly "food" in the mouth of Firth. There were seven female elves. Although they were ragged, they were not bad, they were even better than Morpheus. Those elves you see in the second world are better.
"This is the last food reserve of the Fells family. I release them unconditionally. This is my sincerity."
Phils twin pupils shone with a dim red light, staring closely at Morpheus, "Brest is already a victim of power dumping, I don’t want to ask for your kindness, but I will keep my promise, as I guard Kleinman family like."
"I have a question, don't you guys turn them into vampires? Then they can help you find the place where night elves live."
This is a very easy-to-remember question~IndoMTL.com~Morpheus speaks out at this moment, it is really cruel to Phils and the night elves in the cage.
Fortunately, these elves do not understand his words.
"The Brest family is not a subordinate blood family. It breaks the balance just for greed, and the final result is accelerated destruction." Phils pointed to the elves in the cage in front of him, "want to know to go to the second The entrance to the multi-level world is not difficult, but I did not do so, because the consequences are obviously not good for anyone."
"It's uncomfortable to say that we are as ridiculous as the fate of night elves. If you didn't hold a scepter to break the order, I think this situation will continue."
"No one's fate is ridiculous, the scepter breaks the order?" Morpheus laughed out loud: "I came here not to break the order, nor to establish the order."
Morpheus reached out and pinched the two-finger thick metal cage, twisted his wrist, and a series of metal twisted "crunches" ripped the entire cage door open.
“Under a free sky, the so-called ‘order’ does not need to be maintained by an individual. Perhaps it only needs someone to stand by and sweep away some uninvited guests.”