The Elf King looked at the treaty in his hand carefully, sometimes speculating, sometimes muttering, but in the end, he wrote it down.
He handed the treaty to Kant and said, "We welcome Drondheim's reinforcements at any time because you are all our friends!"
The Elf King was trying to be nice, and Kant had to do the same for him, so he said, "Please rest assured, Elf King. Since we have become good allies, we will certainly advance and retreat together with your country. Moreover, Drondheim's brave soldiers were killed by the undead soldiers. This is something I hate. I will definitely send an even more elite team to drive the undead soldiers out."
The Elf King's eyes were shining. Thanks to Kant's promise, he was finally able to put a huge rock in his heart safely on the ground. Although the elven colony was in a precarious position, as long as Drondheim was willing to lend a helping hand then there would definitely be a greater chance of victory.