Chapter 364 Discussion in War Room
After their bath, Wang Jian and Isabella dressed in silence, their minds filled with thoughts of the future. The weight of their positions and the diplomatic decisions they had made still lingered, but it was clear that another matter occupied Wang Jian's thoughts.
As they settled into their clothes, Wang Jian cast a calculating look at Isabella. His expression was sly and determined, the dark wheels of his mind turning. "Isabella," he began, "once the Teleportation Array connecting our empires is completed, it will be time to set our plans in motion."
Isabella's gaze met his, and she nodded in understanding. She knew well what plans Wang Jian was referring to.
"We are about to embark on a significant endeavor," Wang Jian continued, his tone laced with anticipation. "We shall make our move against the Dwarven and Elven Races."
Isabella's eyes widened at the audacious plan. She was well aware of the rivalry between their nations and these two powerful races, but the scale of the impending conflict was daunting.
"Are you certain, my love?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. "Initiating a war against the Elven Race is no small feat. They possess formidable magic and vast forests that have repelled countless invasions."
Wang Jian's sly smile remained unwavering. "I am aware of the challenges, my dear Empress. But I have a plan that involves infiltrating the heart of the Elven forest to accomplish our objectives. It is a daring move, but a necessary one."
He leaned closer, the sly glint in his eyes intensifying. "We will form an alliance between the Verzen Empire, the Everlasting Mystical Empire, and the Beast Race of the Northern Region. On the other side, we shall face the combined might of the Dwarven and Elven Races."
Isabella couldn't help but admire Wang Jian's audacity and cunning. It was a sly and sinister strategy, one that would redefine the balance of power on the continent.
As Wang Jian and Isabella made preparations for the impending conflict with the Elven and Dwarven Races, the palace of the Verzen Empire buzzed with activity. Their war council was a gathering of distinguished generals and council members, all with a sense of anticipation and tension.
Wang Jian and Isabella addressed the assembly, standing side by side as a united front, their bond clear to anyone who saw them. Isabella, the Empress of the Verzen Empire, now stood not just as a ruler but as the partner of a man who held considerable power and influence.
General Marcus, a seasoned warrior with a grizzled beard, spoke up first, his voice a deep rumble. "We are honored to have the support of the Everlasting Mystical Empire and the Beast Race for this alliance. Together, we can finally tip the scales against the Elven and Dwarven Races."
Councilor Eleanor, a shrewd woman known for her keen political mind, nodded in agreement. "Our alliance sends a powerful message that we are no longer to be underestimated. We must ensure the success of this endeavor."
Wang Jian stepped forward, his sly smile never leaving his lips. "This alliance is our path to victory."
General Tyrell, a battle-hardened leader known for his tactical genius, had a question. "What will be the role of the Everlasting Mystical Empire and the Beast Race in this operation?"
Wang Jian answered, "The Everlasting Mystical Empire will provide strategic support and set up arrays, as well as provide resources. The Beast Race will bolster our ranks with their formidable warriors and knowledge of the Northern Region."
Isabella chimed in, her voice carrying a regal tone. "We have prepared our forces and resources for this alliance. The Verzen Empire will supply our formidable troops and lend our artifacts along with resources. Together, we will form an unstoppable coalition."
As they continued their discussions and planned their strategies, it became evident that the generals and council members of the Verzen Empire acknowledged the strength of the bond between Isabella and Wang Jian. They noticed how he commanded her respect and consideration, not just as her lover but as a ruler of equal stature.
Councilor Eleanor's voice held a note of respect as she addressed Wang Jian, "Your wisdom and power are evident, Emperor Wang Jian. We are grateful for your assistance in forging this alliance."
General Marcus added, "We may have been adversaries, but today, we stand as allies. The Everlasting Mystical Empire has shown us respect and support, and we reciprocate in kind."
Isabella, still beside Wang Jian, offered her own thoughts. "It is my privilege to have formed this alliance. Together, we shall emerge victorious."
Their council was one of cooperation and unity, a testament to the intricate web of relationships that defined this alliance. Wang Jian's sly influence had extended beyond the limits of his empire, infiltrating the highest echelons of Verzen's power.
"…Now, we need a plan to first deal with the Dwarven Race's artifacts. Is there anyone with good ideas?" Wang Jian asked curiously.
The war room fell into a deep silence as the weight of Wang Jian's question hung in the air. The Dwarven Race's artifacts posed a formidable challenge, and no one in the room had a solution to counter them. The devices were locked safely within the Dwarven Race's Immortal Dominion, inaccessible to their enemies.
The council members and generals exchanged anxious glances. They knew that going up against the fortified Elven Race, armed with the Dwarven artifacts, would be an uphill battle, if not an impossible one.
It was Wang Jian's sly smile that cut through the apprehension in the room. "Well, I do have a plan to deal with the Dwarven Race's artifacts." His eyes twinkled with clever mischief, and the room leaned in to listen.
Wang Jian began to explain the critical weakness he had identified in the Dwarven artifacts. "You see, these artifacts of the Dwarven Race are susceptible to Devil Qi. They're like oil to a fire when faced with Devil Qi."
The revelation sparked a glimmer of hope in the war room. The generals and council members exchanged eager looks. Wang Jian's clever insight presented a way forward, a chink in the formidable armor of the Dwarven and Elven alliance.
Wang Jian continued, "If we can supply our soldiers with Devil Qi Artifacts and set up Devil Killing Arrays, we can not only counter the Dwarven artifacts but also gain an upper hand in the battle. With these Arrays and artifacts, we can cause substantial damage to the unsuspecting Dwarven and Elven forces."
The prospect of a strategic advantage bolstered the spirits in the room, and eyes turned to Wang Jian, who had ignited a spark of hope. But a new question emerged. How could they amass the vast number of Devil Qi Artifacts and set up the Devil Killing Arrays? The sheer quantity required was staggering, and the associated costs seemed astronomical.
Wang Jian, always the sly tactician, had an answer for that as well. "Leave that part to me," he said with confidence.
He explained that within his Everlasting Mystical Empire, two of the four Great Devil Clans resided—the Nether Curseweaver Devil Clan and the Blue Moon Eclipse Devil Clan. These clans had mastered the cultivation of Devil Qi and possessed the necessary artifacts and knowledge to create the Devil Killing Arrays.
The council members and generals exchanged glances, their concerns alleviated by Wang Jian's assurance. With access to the resources and expertise of the Devil Clans, they could fortify their forces and prepare for the impending war.
General Tyrell, known for his strategic mind, spoke up. "We will have the element of surprise on our side. The Dwarven and Elven Races will not anticipate our ability to counter their artifacts."
Wang Jian nodded in agreement. "Yes, that will be our advantage. But remember, we must act swiftly and with precision. Our preparations should remain discreet until we're ready for our strike."
The room was alive with renewed determination. Together, they would harness the power of Devil Qi and confront the formidable alliance between the Dwarven and Elven Races.
Wang Jian's clever strategy had ignited a spark of hope that would fuel their preparations for the impending war.
After the war council had dispersed, Wang Jian returned to his chamber. It was a spacious, opulent room that exuded an air of luxury. The chamber was adorned with rich silks, plush cushions, and exquisite artwork, but it was the presence of the four women who awaited him that truly made it come alive.
Xiao Ling, Bixi Shuyan, Fairy Zhi Luan, and Yue Yanling, his loyal and alluring companions, were gathered in the chamber. Their eyes sparkled with anticipation as Wang Jian entered, and he couldn't help but smile at their eagerness.
He moved toward them, a seductive glint in his eyes. His embrace enveloped each of the women in turn, his hands caressing their soft skin.
The chamber became the very core of depravity, a place where their deepest desires were explored and indulged. As the night deepened, their laughter, whispers, and moans filled the room, creating a symphony of passion.
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