The Necromancer's Fourth Catastrophe
Chapter 492 - 412: Situation Out of Control
"Morsa!"
The Great Elder was immediately furious, his body swaying slightly, and the shell behind him trembling continuously.
Looking at the Great Elder of the Elder Council in front of her, Morsa sighed slightly, "You are the Great Elder of our Sea Elf Race's Elder Council, and I have always held you in the highest respect."
"However, this time, I cannot heed your advice."
"You should understand better than anyone else that those forces on the East and West Continents are more like wolves than the Undead Forces. Hoping they will help us reclaim our territory is pure daydreaming. It's more likely that we will be sold by them and still have to thank them."
"I'm sorry, as the king of the Sea Elf Race, I will live and die with the Sea Elf Race. If the Sea Elf Race falls, then I, as king, will face death! I will not live ignobly!"
Looking at Morsa, whose eyes were filled with determination, the Great Elder of the Elder Council showed a bitter smile. He then shook his head and walked out: "Suit yourself, from now on, I will not leave my chamber until the day that Undead Forces attack, then I will come out to show my final worth."
"Whatever arrangements you have, handle them yourself."
As his words fell, the Great Elder of the Elder Council quickly disappeared from Morsa's sight.
Morsa remained silent for a long time, then stood up and walked outside.
As the king of the Sea Elf Race, she was willing to live and die with the entire Sea Elf Race and was not afraid of life and death. However, she had a few siblings that she could not let go of in her heart.
Moreover, she was unwilling to have these siblings follow her to their deaths.
So she planned to arrange for these siblings to leave the Sea Elf Race first. No matter where they went to survive in the future, it would be better than staying in the Sea Elf Race awaiting death.
The Great Elder probably also saw through her thoughts, which is why he said those words at the end.
On the other side, the players were steadily advancing, with their next move being to dispatch dozens of vanguard teams. With lightning speed, they would slaughter all the remaining Knights and Mages in all cities except for the Sea Elf Royal Capital.
They would then leave one player behind to maintain stability in the city, preventing any unrest.
Subsequently, the main force followed closely, steadily devouring the territory of the Sea Elf Race step by step.
Upon reaching each city of the Sea Elf Race, the main force would temporarily halt to rest. After collecting all the resources and wealth within that city, the main force would continue advancing to the next city.
Meanwhile, in the Royal Capital of the Merfolk Race.
The Merfolk King was holding a rather grand meeting in the Royal Palace.
Attendees of the meeting included envoys sent by the Fishman King and envoys sent by those super top-level forces from the East and West Continents.
The Merfolk King sat at the head of the conference table, gazing across the faces of the envoys of those super top-level forces from the East and West Continents, and then spoke slowly, "As envoys of the super top-level forces of the East and West Continents, your intelligence must be quite outstanding. You should have already obtained the latest battle reports from the Sea Elf Race."
"This is also why I have gathered you all here and called this meeting. I think there should be no need for you envoys to deliberate further, right?"
"If you do not fully assist us in resisting the Gana Race, once the Gana Race completely defeats us, the Merfolk Race, and the Fishman Race, the entire ocean region will pretty much become the domains of the Gana Race and the Undead Forces."
"I just want to ask, how do you super top-level forces plan to cope with the situation afterward? Not to mention the various dirty rifts between you super top-level forces on the East and West Continents and those ordinary forces, even if you could really work together in unity, do you think you could guarantee the annihilation of the united Gana Race and the Undead Forces of the Chaotic Sea Domain?"
"Moreover, making all the forces of the East and West Continents work together in unity is something that is practically impossible, right?"
Upon hearing the words of the Merfolk King, the envoys of the super top-level forces present wore grim expressions.
Truth be told, they felt like their previous decisions had been somewhat mistaken. π³ππ²ππ¨ππ―πππ§ππΉ.π°πΌπ
It's a bit like shooting themselves in the foot.
Their original plan was to sow discord between the Undead Forces and the Gana Race, pitting them against each other in a bitter conflict, forcing the Undead Forces and the Big Three Sea Races to deal with the Gana Race and weaken its power, so they could reap the benefits.
But who could have foreseen that before they fully implemented their plan and kindled a huge conflict between the Undead Forces and the Gana Race, both parties would start secretly cooperating?
It left these super top-level forces at a bit of a loss.
Especially Duke Salaman of the Elf Kingdom, who was now under tremendous pressure because he was the one who had proposed the plan to tolerate the Undead Forces of the Chaotic Sea Domain.
The subsequent series of plan implementations were also led by him, and now that such a significant error has occurred, he naturally has to bear the brunt of it.
The Elf King had already had a stern conversation with him, making it clear that if the situation spiraled out of control, he would definitely be used as a scapegoat to appease the public's anger.