Chapter 1143 - Ruling Rights
Chapter 1143 Ruling Rights
“Clan leader, what happened to the Arcane Empire in the end?”
Everyone now knew that the clan leader had been sent to the battlefield of the Arcane Empire; they were all very interested in the topic.
“The Arcane Empire has fallen apart. It no longer exists!” Greem coughed into his hand, shook his head, and sighed. “Such a massive empire, only slightly weaker than the World of Adepts, reduced to dust just like that. Even if some remnants of the Arcane Empire managed to escape into hiding, they wouldn’t be showing themselves for a thousand years, at least.”
The adepts here were knowledgeable individuals as well. They had all heard of this Arcane Empire through their own channels of information. The shock and indescribable emotion of loss that they all felt was tremendous when they listened to their clan leader describe the fall of a massive empire in such a casual tone.
The World of Adepts was composed of a large group of spellcasters, very much like the Arcane Empire.
The only difference was that the World of Adepts’ period of development and growth coincided with the period of peace in the universe. It was a rare era of peace that had come about after the colossal war between the World of Disasters and the Titans, which had rippling effects across the entire universe. It was because of this that the World of Adepts and the World of Gods could develop so rapidly and survive their period of weakness to give birth to their respective Ninth Grade powerhouses.
If it weren’t for the protection of these Ninth Grade Great Adepts, the World of Adepts would never have been able to develop peacefully.
Of course, this process also involved the hard work and lives of countless generations of goblins!
It was important to note that the local authorities and organizations managed every region. These organizations might not dare touch the businesses of the major adept organizations, but they had no such concerns when it came to the weaker and smaller trade groups.
The goblin traders had faced plenty of harassment from the local organizations when they traveled. The weaker organizations might not be a match for the goblin traders, protected by their magical machines, but the more prominent and sizeable organizations had more than enough means by which to rob the merchants of their goods.
Over the past hundred years, over seventy goblin merchant groups had been exterminated in the World of Adepts for various reasons. Billis, the head of the assassination department, traveled the continent to investigate these incidents and exact proper punishment on their enemies.
These activities were uncontested in Zhentarim, but it became much more difficult in the regions ruled by the three major organizations.
After all, Greem’s reputation was only well-known in Zhentarim. Only a few people outside of the central continent knew of his name.
Greem did not speak much or attempt to intervene as he listened to his subordinates report on their affairs. He only asked a few questions when it came to topics that interested him.
Once everyone was done with their reports, Greem coughed lightly, and the hall fell silent in an instant.
Greem looked around him at those familiar faces and finally spoke.
He lifted his head and released two glowing white orbs, letting them float in front of him.
“Judging from the reports I have received from you, I can tell that everyone has worked hard. Therefore, it is now time for your rewards. These are the coordinates of the two lesser planes I just obtained from the Zhentarim Association. Both of them are small planes and relatively well developed.”
The eyes of the Crimson adepts glowed when they heard Greem’s words. Their gazes at the balls of light were burning with passion now.
Greem smiled casually.
“We can discuss amongst ourselves now. Which two factions in the clan should obtain the ruling rights for these two lesser planes?”