Those idiots below, what on earth can they do? They can’t even get information, and they don’t even know what kind of arms the undead have!

How many times did you make a mistake?

The last time the vanguard camp was raided by the undead, it was also due to intelligence reasons. The failure of the first battle this time was also due to intelligence reasons.

It's so hard to fight.

Palmeda felt a sense of powerlessness. There were too many things that needed to be changed in this kind of team. With the current strength, let alone marching into the central area, whether it could clear this wasteland was a question.

The first round of fighting between the two sides ended like this. Li Ziyu spent a lot of money to get the elite Heavy Hammer Skeleton Warrior who had been hiding by his side to shine, giving the Cancer Alliance a head-on blow.

Cancer Alliance, conference room.

"What should we do now?"

"Just one defeat doesn't mean anything."

"Fortunately, it's daytime. It would be even more troublesome if it were at night."

"Yes, but we have to find a way to deal with the undead with hammers, otherwise it will be difficult. The morale of the goblins will be gone, and the goblin warriors will not come forward."

"I just said I won't fight. It's better now. If I fail in the first fight, I'll cause more trouble..."

Before the leader of the lizard people had finished speaking, an ax flew over in a spin, split his head in half with a pop, then continued flying and was nailed to the wooden pillar behind him.

Everyone was silent for a moment, glanced at the dead lizardman leader, and silently turned to look at Palmeda, who was standing up and striding towards the axe.

"Who else wants to question my words?" Palmeda grabbed the handle of the axe, used a little force to pull the double-edged ax off the wooden pillar, turned to look at the generals and clan leaders present, and asked in a solemn tone.

.

The generals and patriarchs were silent. You looked at me, I looked at you, and they all lowered their heads. Ever since Palmeda became the president of the coalition, he was quite gentle to them, which made them gradually forget about this guy.

identity.

Before he was the President, he was the legendary leader of the Headhunting Clan, known as the Killing Conqueror. In addition to being a leader, he was also a powerful warrior and was never a good-tempered guy.

This ax reminded everyone of Palmeda's identity.

Those who can become generals and clan leaders may not be the strongest warriors, but they are definitely not useless. Palmeda is also the best among many warriors. In his time, there was no one who could compete with him head-on.

There are only a few people.

The era Palmeda lived in was a barbaric era. It was different from now. At that time, if you wanted to become a clan leader, you had to have strong strength to back you up, otherwise the people below would not accept it at all.

You said you are smart and thoughtful?

Oh, what's the use of being smart? You have to be able to save your head.

It is not that there were no smart people in Palmida's era, but it was difficult for those smart people to stay in the position of patriarch for a long time. They either died in wars or in rebellions. No one would believe in a patriarch who was not strong enough.

In those days, personal bravery was magnified. Every time a charge was made, the clan leader must take the lead. If the clan leader did not take the lead, others would naturally not rush forward bravely. They needed role models.

And Palmeda came from that era. He used his real fists and strength to set off a bloody storm, and ruled the Palmeda tribe step by step on the basis of numerous corpses, and led the small tribe that could be wiped out at any time step by step.

Go strong.

Although he is older, his combat effectiveness has not diminished at all, and is even stronger than before.

Palmeda, who has experienced countless battles in his life and killed countless enemies, carries the double-edged ax that has always been with him. He looks at the wolf as a hawk and sees that no one dares to make a move. Then he walks towards himself step by step.

seats.

"I don't want to hear the kind of voice just now. You have to remember my name. My name is Parmeda." Palmeda looked directly at her seat and spoke in an old and low voice as she walked.

The voice said word for word.

Blood and killing intent spread in the conference hall. At this moment, the long-dormant murderous conqueror revived. The man who once made his enemies tremble just by hearing his name finally showed his ferocious appearance.

Crunchy.

Palmeda sat back in his seat, his body seemed to be exerted by a huge force, and the chair made an overwhelming sound.

Boom!

The double-edged ax hit the ground, as if someone was beating it on the heart with a drumstick. The generals and clan leaders who were not strong enough couldn't help but tremble.

"Purge the army and fight again. We will destroy each other during the day." Palmeda said with eager eyes.

No one from the generals or the clan leader spoke, and listened honestly. They did not want to have a direct conflict with Palmeda, so they could not object to what he said.

At this moment, a Goblin leader stood up tremblingly and looked at Palmeda in fear.

"Huh?" Palmida looked at the Goblin leader and snorted softly.

"Honored, respected and great President, I have something to say." The Goblin leader knelt down and said in a trembling and fearful voice.

"Say." Palmida leaned back slightly, placed her hands on top of the ax handle, and looked down at the Goblin leader.

"Our Goblin warriors don't want to go anymore. Even the trolls have been defeated. They think the undead are invincible." The Goblin leader said cautiously.

"So?" Palmida's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

Feeling the strong killing intent, the Goblin leader lowered his head lower, almost burying it in the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "Mighty Palmeda, can we stop attacking today and wait for another day?"

Fight again.”

As soon as the Goblin leader finished speaking, Palmeda's figure disappeared from her seat and appeared next to him. She waved the ax in her hand and a cold light flashed through her.

"ah--"

The Goblin leader screamed and fell to the side. One of his arms was missing, and his face was covered in sweat from the pain.

Palmeda leaned down, stared at the Goblin leader, and said coldly: "That's your problem, not mine. I asked you to prepare for the second attack. You don't understand, so I'm just saying you
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