These elves not only hurt Chieng to such a brutal extent, but they were also holding his wife captive. That was what they came here to say.

Given these facts, retaliation was inevitable, but Tristan needed to be smart about this. He believed that if he were to reject their offer, the elves would make trouble right away. He needed to calculate the risks of bringing a sudden battle to the streets of Caerleon.

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With a quick scan, he could see that these elves were more or less on the same level with the Vanyar elf warriors, at least in terms of strength.

Each of them possessed around 75 points of battle power and 125 in terms of spirit force. All 50 of them running amok in his town would be problematic, to say at the least.

The fact they were still mounted on their horses also gave them the advantage right now. They could make a swift getaway if the situation did not turn in their favor.

Lastly, this elder was definitely not an easy individual to deal with. Tristan checked for his statistics as well.

Wood Elf - Male

Battle power - 142

Spirit force - 323

This elder was as strong as Captain Raika of the Kingsblade, and just like before, his [Blood Seal] technique also did not have an effect on elves.

This meant that Tristan had to be careful not to do anything too rash, or make any hasty decisions based on instinct alone.

"Tell me lord mayor, your decision!" The elder shouted once again, growing extremely impatient.

Much to the surprise of everyone who was present there, Tristan smiled yet again.

"Yes, yes... I agree."

He then slowly approached, drawing closer to the elder's horse. He could sense all the elves were about to react and pounce in to protect their kinsman, so Tristan raised both his arms upwards, a gesture to show that he was not going to attack. Instead, he leaned in to whisper his response.

"Elder… The truth is, I don't want any trouble. I was forced to do this by that king, really, so you may take the mine... And as for the princess... They also forced me to marry her."

He stared at the elder, whose expression was unreadable, so for full measure, he added a wink.

"I will be out of everyone's way."

Like always, the best lies were the ones that had a certain element of truth in them.

Apparently, those words were enough to satisfy the elder, whose mouth was now stretched out into a satisfied smile. Tristan wasn't sure whether or not this was because he was getting better at lying, or if these elves were all just stupid.

The elder then replied, "Very good, then, mayor! You made the right choice. Don't worry our prince is wise. He will take good care of his allies, he did let this outlander human live, after all."

The elder then grabbed his reins, beginning to turn his horse around as he said, "We will take over the mine now, then! I need people to help us move things right away!"

Tristan bowed his head slightly, which only pleased the elder more. "Yes, certainly…. Right away."

The group of elves, now completely satisfied, were finally prepared to leave the town. They galloped leisurely towards the gates.

When they were out of sight, Uriel approached Tristan with a slightly perplexed look on his face. "So, what's the real plan?!"

Tristan answered, "Didn't you hear what the elder just said? He said he needed me to bring people to the mine."

This response only made Uriel even more confused. He began to raise his voice at Tristan, and in a worried tone, he said,

"Are you going to fight them?! Don't be a fool! Those fifty elves alone are stronger than a thousand barbarians combined."

"So should I just stand down, then?"

Uriel was conflicted, shuffling a worried hand through his hair. He then added incredulously, "But they are Vanyar allies! How do you think the king is going to react to this?"

"Huh!" Tristan huffed and rolled his eyes. "That fucking king probably knew about this problem before he even sent me here!"

Tristan quickly told Uriel to take care of Chieng and to help him recover from his wounds, and afterwards he asked a nearby knight to grab his horse. He then called up both Astrid and Gazef, asking them to come along with him on his task.

"Just two? What are you trying to do exactly with two?!" Uriel exclaimed, surprised.

"Of course not!"

The three of them mounted their horses, galloping swiftly towards Harold, the port where the orcs were residing.

After reaching there, he quickly assembled all the orcs together for a sudden meeting. Instantly, Karra and the 4 champions congregated together at the center of the port, with Tristan standing at the very front of the group. He began to shout.

"My orc warrior!! I will bring you to fight against our strongest opponent yet! Who's with me?!"

Chiiwiiik chiwwiiikk!!

Upon hearing these words, the orc tribe became extremely excited, and they chirped out their infamous battle cry. They were, after all, simple monsters who were thirsty for battle. Karra however reacted rather differently compared to her tribesmen; before going off and fighting, she must ask first about the opponent.

"50 elven warriors?!" She cried. "How are we going to fight them?!"

"I have a way! Choose for me all the best orcs you have on hand."

What Tristan did next surprised everyone. Karra and the others quickly gained newfound confidence for their next battle.

The whole horde of the orc tribe came rushing out of the port, following Tristan who galloped fast in front of them.

The group arrived at the designated abandoned mines. The ground was shaking and dust was flying everywhere.

"We will definitely teach those old elves a lesson!"

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