Li Wei was naturally not so arrogant as to think he could challenge Luskan all by himself. Even if he could, he was not that stupid. Luskan's war of aggression against Moonsea had disrupted the interests of far more than just Zelandia. Why should they be the only ones howling as they charged ahead with their heads down?
Even if the other coastal pig teammates were truly hopeless mud that could not be slapped onto a wall, incapable of posing any effective deterrent to the battlefield across the sea, they still had to squeeze out enough benefits first.
And displaying a portion of their deterrent strength at a time like this could greatly improve that efficiency.
People were always easily swayed by their own subjective preconceptions.
In the eyes of many Northerners, Minas Tirith, which Zelandia had established in the North, had only existed for forty-six years from its founding until now.
Forty-six years ago, Silvermoon City had only just raised its first defensive wall around the taverns in its vicinity.
The world was realistic. Alliances without strength to sustain them were all paper tigers.
Even though he had a good personal relationship with Kaierben and the Silvermoon Dragon Mother, Water-Drawing City and the Silvermoon Federation were not entirely theirs to decide.
Water-Drawing City still had several Masked Lords representing the interests of its various families, while the Silvermoon Federation was likewise a community of shared interests formed by nine city-states. Any ruler who talked personal friendship in politics was not a qualified ruler; even if such matters were discussed, they had to be premised on an exchange of interests.
Li Wei considered himself to have at least some self-awareness. Leaving aside Water-Drawing City, where professionals gathered in droves, even the Silvermoon Federation, which appeared to have stumbled along in