Although elves are generally kind, there are always some bad personalities. Now that there is a troublemaker, Charles doesn't really care.

Relatively speaking, he cared more about the special abilities he had used before.

That ability was not his spiritual trick, but another kind of power that had awakened over the years.

But in the past he just felt that there was a unique force lurking in his eyes, but he never figured out how to activate it. It was only after several years that he suddenly used it today.

Overall, Charles was actually quite grateful to the silver-haired guy with a little stupid head.

But now is not the time to think about this.

After the many elves took the oath, the Nando meeting lasted for a long time and did not dissipate until night fell.

The kingdom of Nando Elf was initially established, with many problems, but except for some important directional issues, Charles gave all other trivial matters to Calebdill.

While making the other party feel helpless, he is also a little curious about why this person seemed a little hurried when he left.

"Is Your Majesty really afraid of the trouble to this level?"

...

Kelebdill was wrong about this.

Although Charles is more afraid of trouble, he actually has nothing to do with. He simply takes it for a month or two, or even a year or two without any problem.

After all, elves are immortal.

Now I can't wait, just thinking about going back and studying my abilities as soon as possible.

...

In the dimly lit house, Charle sat cross-legged on the floor made of wooden boards, staring at the pile of words scraped out with a dagger on the surface of the wooden strip floor in front of him, thinking.

In ten years, his ability to control shadows was still only ten, but it had spawned a special ability that could not be used in the past.

This ability suddenly took effect today, and Shire had to think deeply about the reason.

"It's not possible to use it normally, but Anglos responded after he stood up. This is impossible because that guy has something special, so..."

"Is it because he targets me? Or is he hostile to me?"

"Can hostility stimulate my ability?"

He had some clarity, but was quite confused. He felt that the power of the shadow seemed to be somewhat related to his spiritual power.

But if you explain this, you can tell it clearly if you can't use it before, because he has never encountered people or elves who are hostile to him before.

The orc happened ten years ago, and at that time he did not have the ability to awaken.

"It seems that we need to find an opportunity to experiment carefully."

As he murmured, Charlefu remembered the silver-haired elf who left in shame during the meeting. He was considering whether to catch up with him before he could go far and find him as an experiment target. A knock on the door suddenly came from outside the door.

It was said that it was a knock on the door, but it was not the case.

Because it was built on a tree, the "doorbell" of his wooden house was not at the door, but under the tree.

There is a small wooden board over there, which is specially processed by making musical instruments. The interior is hollow and it is crisp and loud when knocked.

Charles got up and ran to see that some Nando elves who participated in the meeting during the day were led by Kelebdill.

He didn't feel any surprises about this, because before the meeting ended, he asked the elves to go back and count the total number of Nando tribes that can be governed.

At this moment, 80% of them came to report.

The group climbed up the wooden ladder, and Charles greeted them into the house.

There were three elves in total, all of which were known in the past, so there was no need to put on airs. After they sat down, Charles asked about their purpose.

Sure enough, the report work has come.

"Except for the elves ruled by Anglos, we can call less than ten thousand people of the same race at present."

Calebdill said worriedly, handing the stack of folded "leafs" to Charles.

These are written in the common text of the Elves, the letters of Chiles (or Runi), which write down the details of this matter.

Including the current location of the dominant ethnic group, including the number of each ethnic group, including who are the leaders they send to participate in the conference, etc.

"Remember to send the same tribe to the gathering place where Anglos is located to summon the people. If there is any problem with Angelus, it does not mean that other tribes also have problems. We cannot give up on them." Charles said, picking up the stack of "reports" and reading it.

He actually had psychological expectations for the numbers above.

The elves are almost immortal. Excluding natural death, it is impossible to lose people. In other words, during normal peace, the number of elves will only continue to increase, but not decrease.

However, although the Nando tribes survived and reproduced in the Seven Rivers for more than a thousand years, the war more than three hundred years ago cost them a lot of them, and after the war, a large number of Nando went to join Dorias.

In addition, these 102 gathering places are not all of the Seven Rivers. It is estimated that about half or even more of them did not come to participate in the meeting, so Charles was not surprised that this "sparse" number was no longer surprising.

"How many soldiers are planned to be able to be trained?" he asked.

"Horse enough for two thousand." Another tall brown-haired elf replied.

This ratio is already very high.

The elves have no old people, no disabled people or too weak people.

Young elves will enter adulthood at around 50 years old. In addition, they are in a huge forest with abundant resources, so they don’t have to worry too much about supply issues simply by fighting in forests and mountains.

In fact, if it weren't for the Nando tribe, or the rules of all elves, men were responsible for war and women were responsible for housework, it would be basically not an exaggeration to say that the whole nation was a soldier.

Excluding some responsible for logistics and those who have minor children in their families need to be raised, the 2,000 even exceeded Charles' expectations.

"But it's still too few." He thought silently.

The person who just spoke was the main person in charge of the convening troops in the clan, named Amgras. He is famous for his force in the Nando clan. He is good at climbing and shooting, and he is single-wheel archery. Shire is simply not as good as him.

In addition to this person, Kelebdill is responsible for the dispatch and migration of all ethnic groups. A beautiful brunette woman next to him is responsible for the supplies and future manufacturing of medicines within the ethnic group. Her name is Grovere.

There is also Broad, who is responsible for the law of Nando, who is responsible for communicating with the dwarves and supervising the construction of the royal city in the future, and Konui, who is responsible for protecting the safety of the king.

They are basically the initial backbone of the Kingdom of Nando.

However, among the last three, the first two have not come now, and the captain behind them is standing under the old oak tree and being alert.

After the initial convening of the army in the future, he would also select elves to supplement the guard team. Shir's initial impression of himself, the new guard captain, was that he had thick eyebrows and big eyes and a little stupid.

It's very simple, but it's obvious that it can't be established in one day. They only selected what they need at the moment.

Yes, it's the choice, not the Charles distribution.

Although the elves did not object to Charles' appointment of the leaders in person during the meeting, Charles refused to do so, and they only didn't understand each other, so they chose together.

Because as he said when he promised the king, he just wanted to have a name.

And he really doesn't understand what "talents" there are in the Nando tribe.

He has never paid attention to this in the past. He has never been a king, and he thinks he doesn't have that unique vision.

"It is impossible for two thousand troops to confront the orcs in the mountains."

Charles pondered: "And it also needs training. It is not clear how much combat power is. So we still need to inform Dorias and the Nordo tribe in the north."

"King Singer will only hide inside his elixir ring belt, and it is impossible to pay attention to our life and death. On the Nodo tribe, it is best if we can contact the Nodo Supreme King Fen Guoye, but the closest one is Fiano's seven sons, who are said to have poor character..."

At this time, Calebdill did not object to the request for foreign aid, but he obviously did not have hope for it.
Chapter completed!