The underground city of Ilmaha city-state and the temporary palace of the royal family.
Next to the swimming pool, Delcha was lying on a lounge chair, holding a glass of juice in his hand. While drinking, he was admiring the beauties of the rat race playing in the water. He was thinking about whether to reproduce after a while. After all, heirs are never too many.
An assistant attendant hurried past the swimming pool, came to the lounge chair, leaned into Delcha's ear, and whispered, "Sir, Sayil is here and waiting for you in the living room."
Delcha glanced at the assistant attendant and asked in a low voice, "What is he doing here?"
The assistant attendant said, "Sayir said that he has information to tell you, and it is information about the undead."
Undead information!
Delcha immediately sat up and said to the assistant attendant, "Let my good friend Mr. Sayer wait a moment. I will go over to see him right away. By the way, remember to serve him tea, good tea."
The assistant attendant nodded and left in a hurry.
Turning his head to look at the beautiful rat man who was still playing in the swimming pool, Delcasheng was not interested and left the lounge chair to change clothes.
living room.
The door was pushed open, and Delcha walked in from the outside with big steps and a smile on his face.
Seeing Sayer standing in front of the window enjoying the scenery with a teacup in hand, Delcha opened his arms and greeted him, "Oh, Mr. Sayer, my dear friend!"
Sayer turned around and saw Delcha, he also had a smile on his face and hugged him.
"Please sit down, sit down and say." Delcha pulled Sayer to the sofa and sat down.
"Mr. Sayer, have you had a good rest these two days?"
"Thanks to your service, I sleep well and eat well. I was born in Illamaha. I have lived for so many years and I am not as comfortable as these days. Thinking about it carefully, it should be the arrival of Mr. Delcha that made me
I rested so well because I was filled with a sense of peace.”
"Hahaha, I forgot. Mr. Sayer is from Irmaha. So, Mr. Sayer, what information did you bring me?"
After exchanging pleasantries, Delcha took the initiative to ask questions and got into the topic.
Sayer looked at everyone, his eyes sweeping over the surrounding waiters.
Delcha understood immediately and waved his hand to let the waiters go out first.
The envoys saluted one after another, filed away, and closed the door of the conference hall, leaving only Delcha and Sayer.
"Okay, Mr. Sayer, now that there are no outsiders, you can speak." Delcha smiled and nodded.
"I got a piece of news. In the past two days, the Rat Dead Border City has received a delegation. They are from the troll tribe. They should come to the undead to discuss renting mercenaries." Saier said mysteriously.
"Oh? Is there such a thing?" Delcha's heart tightened.
The undead guard their territory very strictly. Except for the Rat Dead Border City, other places are not open to the public at all.
They also said that if anyone enters the territory of the undead without permission, he will be regarded as an enemy by the undead, regardless of death or injury.
Therefore, it is difficult to get information from the undead, and it is difficult to obtain information about the undead.
The Ratmen came over to talk about mercenaries. The atmosphere of the last meeting was not good, and the undead were obviously very unhappy.
But at this time, the trolls are coming, and something might really happen.
Among the various tribes in the central area, the Ratmen were the first to come into contact with the undead and rent mercenaries from the undead, and the number was quite large.
Needless to say, undead mercenaries are actually very useful, curbing the spread of infected people and demons to the greatest extent possible.
On the other hand, other races are one step slower than the rat people. Just this slow step has already made all races very unlucky, and the infected people and demons will cause untold misfortunes.
Especially the trolls.
The population of the trolls is far less large than that of the ratmen, but they are still a race with a very large population.
In terms of combat power, the trolls are more powerful than the rat people, but in terms of anti-virus, they are incomparable to the rat people, so the gray mist spread in their territory, resulting in a large number of infected people.
The troll territory is now filled with flames of war. It is said that many cities have been attacked and there have been heavy casualties.
They also hired undead mercenaries, which relieved a lot of pressure, but the number was not large enough. In addition, the infected people had formed a climate, which made the trolls miserable.
The relationship between the trolls and the rat people is not friendly at all. The two sides often fight, and there are border frictions almost every month. There is a small war every year, and a big war every three years. It is not wrong to call it a feud.
The ratmen are very happy to see the chaos in the troll territory.
Delcha stood up, tapped the palm of his left hand with his right hand, and circled around the living room.
The Trolls are seeking help from the Undead, but the Ratmen don't want the Undead to help the Trolls.
But what means should be used to intercept it?
Or whether it can be intercepted.
When I met with the undead last time, the undead expressed a very tough attitude, as hard as their bones. These guys didn't buy the ratmen's account at all.
Moreover, the Trolls have sent a mission, so have other races sent a mission?
Delcha looked to Thaiel and asked, "Saiel, can we stop the troll mission?"
Sayer was stunned after hearing this and looked at Delcha with a strange look.
Are you stupid?
What status do we have that we can stop a mission from a powerful race?
Not to mention what the trolls think, the undead tribe can probably kill us. Blocking people's way of making money is like killing their parents.
"Lord Delcha, I think it's better not to think about stopping the troll mission. What we should think about is how to restore our relationship with the undead." Sayer reminded.
The purpose of him coming to Delcha was to let this guy figure out the situation.
Now is not the time to offend the undead. The Ratmen are being attacked by the infected and demons. What they need are allies.
At this point in time, the other tribes are all trying hard to find opportunities to make friends with the undead. Only the rat tribe foolishly sent people to warn them, fearing that they were not suffering from any serious illness.
"But last time..." Delcha said with some confusion.
"It's not time to dwell on the last meeting. Sir, do you want the undead to reduce their support for us?" Sayer asked.
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As a member of the royal family, he knows the emperor's mentality very well.
Unlike those clamoring elders and nobles, the emperor does not want to offend the undead at all. What the emperor hopes is to get greater support from the undead.
If it was because of him that the Ratmen and the Undead were at odds with each other, then it goes without saying that when he returns to the capital, he will die.
"Mr. Sayer, do you have any good ideas?" Delcha asked.
"Send a letter to the emperor, increase the hiring price, and hire more undead." Sayer said seriously.
"This... the emperor will not agree to it." Delcha smiled bitterly and shook his head. The emperor wanted to reduce the employment fee, not increase it, otherwise he would not come.
"No, no, no, the situation is different. If we want the undead to cooperate better with us, we have to give more undead. At least we can't let the trolls get more undead. We need to hire more undead, so that the giant demons can't get more undead."
There will be fewer undead hired by magic." Sayer analyzed.
Makes sense.
Delcha thought about Sayer's words.
The undead have already sent out so many mercenaries, and they probably don't have many troops left.
If the Ratmen hire more, the Trolls will be able to hire far fewer troops.
With fewer undead armies, the power to resist the infected will become weaker.
This is equivalent to the fact that the strength of the rat people has become stronger.
"Don't waste any more time, Mr. Delcha. If we wait for the undead to reach an agreement with the troll envoy, we will have no chance." Sayer advised.
"Okay, I listen to you." Delcha said with a bite, "Mr. Sayer, please arrange another meeting. It is best if the troll envoy is also present."
"I'll try." Sayer nodded.
Sayer and Delcha said goodbye, and when they left, Sayer, who had his back to Delcha, showed a smile on his face.
The meeting was quickly arranged.
The undead agreed to talk among the three parties.
At the request of the troll envoy, the venue was arranged by the undead.
Compared to their old enemies, the ratmen, the trolls obviously believe in the undead more.
To this end, Li Ziyu asked the undead to build a new building.
A very large room that looks like an underground tomb serves as the meeting place.
The envoys from the two tribes arrived as promised and followed the undead to the meeting place.
In the spacious hall, there is a stone round table in the center. Next to the round table are three large chairs and chairs for listening.
The undead stipulated that each race could send three people to attend the meeting, and the rest had to wait in the lounge.
On the undead side, Zhang Peng is still the leader, accompanied by Li Ziyu and Liu Xingxing.
The three of them arrived at the venue early, waiting for the arrival of the Ratmen and Trolls.
Tap tap tap.
Two black warriors walked into the venue, leading Delcha, Sayer and another rat man noble to the round table, then turned around and left, standing in the shadows.
"I'm glad, City Lord Zhang Peng, we meet again." Delcha looked around and greeted Zhang Peng with a smile.
"Mr. Delcha, nice to meet you." Zhang Peng stood up, responded, and motioned for Delcha to sit down.
While the two were talking, footsteps sounded, and the trolls entered, also led by two black warriors.
This time the leader of the troll envoy was a young man, wearing a gold hoop studded with precious stones on his head, and three gold rings hanging on his fangs. He held his head high and his chest high, and he was high-spirited.
Delcha turned around and couldn't help being stunned when he saw the young troll.
It's actually the Troll Prince.
Do the trolls value cooperation with the undead so much?
In order to hire the undead, even the prince was sent out?
It is true that there are a lot of princes among the Trolls, but they are still princes. They have a noble status and are sent to negotiate, which is enough to show the importance of the Trolls.
Delcha's eyes flashed.
"Prince Gregory, welcome!" Thinking of the Rat Man, Zhang Peng seemed very enthusiastic towards the Troll Prince and took the initiative to say hello.
The young troll prince glanced at the three rat men in Delcha, then looked away, with a happy smile on his face. He quickly stepped forward and held Zhang Peng's hand, "City Lord Zhang Peng, please wait.
Already."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, hahaha... Come, let me introduce you. This is Delcha, the messenger of the rat people. He is here to talk to me about mercenaries on behalf of the rat people." Zhang Peng introduced it very loudly as if on purpose.
With Delcia.
Prince Gregory, who was very enthusiastic about Zhang Peng, when he looked at Delcha, his smile disappeared and he nodded indifferently.
Delcha didn't say anything when he saw this. He sat on the chair without standing up. He just nodded.
Seeing this, Zhang Peng's smile became a little warmer and he called Prince Gregory to take a seat.
"I won't say anything unnecessary. I already know the purpose of your visit."
"There are still undead mercenaries, but you know this number. Many races now need our mercenaries."
"Whether it's ratmen or trolls, in order to help you deal with the infected and demons in your territory, I have sent a large number of undead to fight."
"Then, I would like to ask you two what you think."
Zhang Peng got right to the point and got straight to the point.
Just as Delcia was about to speak, Prince Gregory preempted him.
"City Master Zhang Peng, as you know about the rat people, they have a special talent for plague and are very resistant to viruses. Moreover, the undead cooperated with them earlier, and the infected people in the territory have been controlled."
"I feel that our trolls should be given priority in this recruitment."
"The trolls are miserable. Our people are living in dire straits, and the number of infected people is increasing every day."
Gregory stepped on the rat man when he opened his mouth, and also tried to gain sympathy from Zhang Peng.
Delcha was so angry that he wanted to curse, "Why do you want to hire me? Just tell me your own story. Why don't you kick us rat people if you have nothing to do?"
He quickly said, "City Lord Zhang Peng, don't listen to his nonsense. The undead and us rat people have always cooperated happily. This time..."
Zhang Peng looked at Delcha and said calmly, "Are we happy to cooperate?"
"Um..." Delcha choked and said awkwardly, "I feel very happy."
Zhang Peng raised his eyebrows, "Really? Then what did your emperor ask you to do?"
Delcha remained silent, and Gregory on the side immediately said, "I heard that the rat people actually dislike the undead. Their people don't even want the undead to enter the city. The undead mercenaries can only wander in the wilderness."
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"Prince Gregory! Pay attention to your words and deeds. You represent the troll tribe. How can you slander our rat tribe and say these things that have no basis in fact!" Delcha did not dare to remain silent any longer and shouted angrily.
"Whether I lied or not, you rat people know best." Gregory looked at Delcia with disdain and said.
The rat man and the troll started to quarrel, and it was so loud that Zhang Peng leaned back in his chair and watched the show happily.
Li Ziyu and Liu Xingxing also watched it with gusto.
It is human nature to watch the excitement.
They are not in a hurry at all.
All the tribes in the central area need undead mercenaries, and their undead have no worries about being alive.
The leadership is in their hands.
Zhang Peng and Li Ziyu were very dissatisfied with the actions of the Rat King.
What the hell, I helped you clean up the infected people, but you are causing trouble and you want to give us a warning.
It's your turn, it's your turn, it's your shame.
It just so happened that this time the troll envoy came, and they had to beat the Ratmen, otherwise they would be somewhat unable to distinguish the big king from the big one.
Is it really true that Delcha facilitated the tripartite talks?
That's what Sayer did according to Zhang Peng's wishes!
Even if Delcha doesn't mention it, Sayer will nudge him to mention it.
Unexpectedly, things went so smoothly. As soon as they started, the two sides started to quarrel, and the quarrel became more and more fierce.
They accuse each other of each other's shortcomings, expose each other's shortcomings, and then start to use mother as the center of the circle, eighteen generations of ancestors as the radius, reproductive organs as the main weapon, YY as the main skill, 360-degree all-round radiation, and overthrow the entire family tree.
I don't know who can win.
The winner's parents are still alive, and the loser's...whole family tree has ascended to heaven.
Li Ziyu and the three of them had their eyes opened. When people from other worlds scolded people, they also used witty words, including ancient expressions and dialects. From time to time they cursed and couldn't understand.
Delcia and Grigori exchanged curses until their faces were red and their mouths were dry.
Li Ziyu nodded vaguely, and soon the undead walked in carrying a pot.
In order to support their "debate", Li Ziyu thoughtfully prepared ice water, room temperature water, hot water, juice, wine...
The undead poured water into the cup and handed it to the two debaters.
The two of them were already on top of each other, and their saliva was about to dry up. They took the water glass, drank it down without caring what it was, and then continued to curse.