Facing the looks from all the bigwigs as though they were seeing a strange dragon, Levis obliviously gestured with two claws.
"Still, this battle plan has a few small loopholes."
After knowing each other for so many years, Khelben knew what kind of fart Levis was about to let loose the moment he lifted his ass.
"You're worried those Pashas of Calimshan won't agree to open their borders for us to pass through? That's easy. As long as we jointly draft an agreement among the coastal city-states and specify this point in it—that allied nations shall, within their capabilities, fully cooperate with friendly forces' military operations—then under the pressure of the postwar situation, Calimshan will have almost no way to refuse. Besides, those Pashas of Calimshan, who have spent all these years busy fighting among themselves, probably won't imagine that you'd borrow passage through their land."
Everyone present nodded one after another, because in long-distance joint campaigns like this, allied forces passing through another nation's territory was a very common occurrence.
For example, if the Silvermoon Federation wanted to launch a blitz on Luskan by the shortest route, it would inevitably have to use Minas Tirith's Surbrin Bridge. And if Zelandia and the Silvermoon Federation wanted to provide naval support to the Sword Coast, they would likewise have to travel down the Dessarin River and pass Water-Drawing City's harbor.
But the trade and trust relationship among those three had stood for so many years that, at first glance, there was practically nothing to pick apart in this agreement.
Syl-Pasha of Calimshan probably could not have imagined even in his dreams that Levis of the Northlands would cross several national borders to set his sights on them—and prepare to fleece them for all they were worth.
And the old salted fish