The fragile balance between the elves and the orcs was like a wire rope, but after another three months, something happened, testing this fragile peace.

In the Senate of Persepolitus, all the senators felt it was difficult to deal with this matter.

Elder Sives said: "This... this matter can easily affect everyone's confidence in our kingdom. Should we suppress it?"

Diana glanced at him. "Citizens have the right to know, what happened to the kingdom."

"But this kind of thing..."

Elder Sives is a senator from the elves city-state [Lorion Tira] close to the lowlands.

He had always had a lot of objections to the orcs, and at this moment he showed an exaggerated expression. "It's embarrassing to say it out loud. These orcs have a child-like temper. They can fight and kill people."

"Although there were always provocative fights before, we sent people to mediate and could always control the situation."

Berlekri sighed. "I didn't expect this to happen."

"We didn't expect that there would be a large-scale armed fight in the Pig Man City State."

Orc Dylan felt guilty and said, "I learned the whole thing."

"At first, an orc accidentally killed the pig man. According to regulations, he was imprisoned. However, the members of the parliament in the Pig Man City State were divided into two factions, one was an orc, who believed that the punishment for the orc was reduced, and the other was a pig man and the orc who supported the pig man, who believed that the orc should be imprisoned immediately."

"The two sides quickly escalated from the beginning of the fight for armed battle."

"Then, in a short time, even hired Gentile orcs, namely the scattered orc troops that attacked our food, to attack the other side."

Berlikri sighed. He had finally saved up recently. He had originally planned to read and write more books and rest the gardens at his home by the way. Who knew that they would become like this.

"There are also Gentile Orcs involved."

"This is the difficult part. As long as we don't handle it well, it will lead to a war between orcs and elves."

Severu sneered. "According to our elves' laws, we must sentence those Gentile orcs to death. Do we still have to treat our own people harshly and relax orcs from other countries? It's ridiculous."

The elders started arguing.

"Immediately punish the Gentile Orcs, and everyone who hires Gentile Orcs will be punished for treason."

"This harsh suppression attitude will only cause greater chaos."

"Can you still tolerate it?"

Bellicille said nothing.

After they calmed down a little, he looked at everyone. "After the argument, I will continue to listen to me."

"On the surface, this is just a parliamentary fight between orc city-states due to the illegal acts of an orc."

"Both sides hired Gentile Orcs."

"But!"

"We all must understand that the orcs in that city-state represent civilian factions, and the pig people in that city-state are the original pig supervisors' supervisors' factions. The two sides have always had disagreements, and the historical hatred has been long."

Diana, who was sitting next to him, looked lit up. "You mean, there is something else in this matter."

"You suspect that this incident was not caused by temporary murder, but a long-planned conspiracy!"

Berlikri nodded. "My suggestion is to set up an investigation team immediately to investigate the causes and consequences of this matter, whether the struggle between the parties has deteriorated into being lazy, or is there another conspiracy, or whether there are even any Gentile forces involved in this civil strife."

"If the orcs take advantage of this civil strife, wouldn't they be able to quickly break through our fortress group in the lowlands and go straight to the plateau, threatening the elves' plateau?"

“This is not that simple.”

The elders were sweating behind their backs.

Yes, we must investigate immediately and thoroughly find out whether there are any traces of Gentile forces intervening in this matter.

Berlekri looked at Diana. "Sir, please take little Augustus to negotiate with the orc Diron. I mean, we must try our best to maintain the dignity of the kingdom. Gentile orcs who violated the laws of the kingdom cannot be exempted from punishment."

"But for the sake of reality, I need you to negotiate with Dilong and tell him not to mistake our behavior as a provocation."

"Tell Dillon, God the Father must not want us to fight in the internal struggle."

Diana thoughtfully nodded.

Peace seems like a candle in the wind, in danger.

...

In a desert oasis.

At this moment, the desert oasis has completely changed.

Due to lifespan, the Pan Yang people have been renewed for three generations, and the Pan Yang people in originally seven oasis, one of which has been moved away, leaving behind a Gobi desert where the ecology has been completely destroyed by agriculture.

In other words, Pan Yang only has six oasis left.

In that deteriorating Oasis No. 1, there are also spots of green.

Because during the rainy season, in order to protect themselves, Pan Yang from Oasis No. 1 planted many shrubs that could spray black edges and corners, which consumed land resources.

It was okay during the rainy season, but after the impact of that storm, the next step was a devastating blow.

A few years later, the Panyang society in Oasis 1 collapsed.

And in Oasis No. 2.

Pan Yang Abu, who is 24 years old this year, was lying dying on the mud of the oasis. He greedily sniffed the smell of nature, one mouthful after another, as if he would lose money if he didn't suck a little more now.

His son, daughter-in-law, grandson, and granddaughter were all standing in front of him, with tears in his eyes.

He has not reached the upper limit of his age, but the hunger and secret injuries he suffered when he was young have destroyed his body.

Now he is going to die.

Abu comforted his family.

"Why are you crying? I have calculated the matter. After I die, our family will not only lose a bit of food, but you bury my body in our mud land, so our family will have more food."

"Make a lot."

"You guys laugh quickly and laugh."

Abu trembled and wanted to sit up, but he fell down.

He is very positive and optimistic. He was once young and was a strong Pan Yang.

He has experienced youth, so he thinks that what is young is? I have been young, but have you young people been old?

He was always full of confidence, but now he is about to die.

Abu said: "Don't cry, I have lived my wonderful life in my life. I will not regret every choice and every thing I have done in the past. Now I will go with comfort and rest."

He gestured to his youngest grandson with his eyes. The youngest grandson took out a dirty seed from his pocket of silk clothes and knelt down to his grandfather's side. "Grandpa, for you, this is our small belly tree species."

"Haha..." Abu looked at the fields not far away. Pan Yang would always put his fields in a place he could see immediately, and the small belly tree in that field was half a person tall!

But the belly tree was originally the size of a fist!

Abu looked to the fields, with deep nostalgia in his eyes.

He remembered that when he was young, he watered his belly tree a little water every two hours, even in the middle of the night.

At that time, I was not afraid of staying up late. I was always energetic and never thought about the fact that I would die.

No matter what it is, he has the time and energy to do his best.

Abu said to his descendants: "The seeds planted by Pan sheep for the first time will be particularly good, especially good. This is the seed of our contract with the land."

"The seeds planted by most people for the first time will only strengthen or weaken the seeds, and a small number of people will mutate the seeds, but the mutations are both good and bad."

"So I gave you my little belly tree seeds, boss."

"Then, I gave the seeds of the eldest child's small belly tree to the second child, the seeds of the second child to the third child, and the seeds of the third child to the eldest son."

"Then, I will give you the seed of the eldest son, the third son."

"Seeds are passed down from generation to generation in our hands."

"We are lucky that each generation of seeds is better than the previous generation of seeds, and there is no bad mutation."

"Our family is lucky than others, so we are stronger."

"We will die, but the seeds will not."

"So, don't cry."

"Little grandson, what will the small belly tree planted with your seeds look like? Will it produce more water? Or will it spray water balls?"

"I'm really curious."

Abu suddenly grabbed the little grandson's hand, and the little grandson was startled.

Little Pan Yang shook his sheep's ears. "Grandpa...grandpa..."

The little grandson's father and the third son said to the father: "Father, do you have any regrets?"

"I have no regrets in my life. Every day I have been fighting this desert and successfully living until I die." Abu looked into his grandson's eyes and said, "I have no regrets, but there is actually one."

"This is the regret of all of us Pan Yang people."

Abu suddenly cried. "I want to see our Creator again. You have never seen our Creator. I have told you that the Creator is a very good and very good existence, and we all want to see him again."
To be continued...