The purpose of his coming to Delqia was to help him 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, all other races were trying hard to find opportunities to make friends with the undead, but the ratmen were the only ones foolish enough to send people to reprimand them. Perhaps they had some serious illness.
"But last time..." Delqia said with some hesitation.
"This is not the time to dwell on the last meeting. My lord, do you want the undead to reduce their support for us?" asked Sayir.
Delqia froze.
As a member of the royal family, he knew very well the mentality of the emperor.
Unlike those clamoring elders and nobles, the emperor does not want to offend the undead at all. What the emperor hopes is to gain greater support from the undead.
If he caused the Skaven and the Undead to become enemies, then needless to say, he would be dead when he returned to the capital.
"Mr. Sayer, do you have any good ideas?" Delcha asked.
"Write a letter to the emperor, increase the hiring price, and hire more undead." Sayir said seriously.
"This... the emperor will not agree to it." Delqia smiled bitterly and shook his head. The emperor wanted to cut the employment fees, not increase them, otherwise he would not have to come.
"No, no, no, the situation is different. If we want the undead to cooperate with us better, we have to give the undead more. At least we can't let the trolls get more undead. We need to hire more undead, so that the trolls can hire fewer undead." Sayil analyzed.
That makes sense.
Delcha thinks about Sahil’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 have fewer troops to hire.
With fewer undead troops, the resistance against the infected will be weakened.
As one grows stronger, the other shrinks, which is equivalent to the ratmen becoming stronger.
"Don't waste any more time, Mr. Delcha. If we wait until the undead and troll delegations reach an agreement, we will have no chance." Sayir advised.
"Okay, I'll listen to you." Delqia bit his tongue and said, "Mr. Sayir, please arrange another meeting. It would be best if the troll delegation could also be present."
"I'll try." Sayil nodded.
Sayil and Delcha said goodbye. When they left, Sayil, with his back to Delcha, had a smile on his face.
The meeting was quickly arranged.
The undead agreed to talk with all three parties.
The venue was arranged by the Undead at the request of the Troll delegation.
Compared to their old enemy, the ratmen, the trolls obviously trust the undead more.
To this end, Li Ziyu asked the undead to build a new building.
A huge room that looks like an underground tomb serves as the meeting place.
The envoys from the two tribes arrived as scheduled and followed the undead to the meeting place.
In the spacious hall, there was a round stone table in the center, with three large chairs and chairs for audiences placed next to the table.
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 side of the Undead, 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 meeting room, led Delcha, Sayil and another rat noble to the round table, then turned and left, standing in the shadows.
"Nice to meet you again, City Lord Zhang Peng." Delqia looked around and greeted Zhang Peng with a smile.
"Mr. Delqia, nice to meet you." Zhang Peng stood up, responded, and gestured for Delqia to take a seat.
As the two were talking, footsteps were heard and the trolls entered, also led by two black warriors.
The leader of the troll delegation this time was a young man. He wore a golden hoop inlaid with gems on his head and three golden rings hung on his fangs. He held his head high and looked very confident.
Delcha turned his head and couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the young troll.
It turned out to be 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 many princes among the trolls, but they are still princes with noble status. The fact that they were sent to negotiate is enough to show how much importance the trolls attach to them.
Delqia's eyes flashed.
"Prince Gregory, welcome!" Thinking of the ratman, Zhang Peng was very enthusiastic towards the troll prince and took the initiative to say hello.
The young troll prince glanced at the three ratmen in Delcha, then retracted his gaze with a happy smile on his face. He quickly stepped forward and shook Zhang Peng's hand, "City Lord Zhang Peng, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
"It's okay, it's okay, hahaha... Come, let me introduce you. This is Delqia, the envoy of the Ratman tribe. He is here to discuss mercenary matters with me on behalf of the Ratman tribe." Zhang Peng introduced Delqia in a particularly loud voice as if he did it on purpose.
Prince Gregory, who was very enthusiastic towards Zhang Peng, disappeared from his smile when he looked at Delqia and nodded indifferently.
Seeing this, Delqia didn't say anything. He just sat on the chair and didn't stand up. He just nodded.
Seeing this, Zhang Peng smiled even more warmly and invited Prince Gregory to take a seat.
"I won't say anything more. I already know why you two are here."
"We still have Undead Mercenaries, but the number is limited. As you know, many races need our mercenaries now."
"Whether it's ratmen or trolls, I have dispatched a large number of undead to help you deal with the infected and demons in your territory."
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