The Empire Embassy in Mole.△￠,

At the conference table, dozens of imperial people remained silent, and the atmosphere seemed to be extremely bad.

Finally, someone stood up: "What the Ministry of Magic thinks, why do we have to talk about it at all costs."

"Mike, pay attention to your words and actions."

"What's wrong with my words and deeds? These traitors are trampling on the dignity of the empire. When we achieved our achievements, the soldiers ahead exchanged their lives. Now they have to give up their hands in a few words, and I don't accept it.

I want to see Commander Daniel.”

Obviously, the upper class of the empire chose to conceal the sacrifices of the five powerful people in the divine realm. After all, once information is disclosed at this node, it may set off a huge storm in the entire empire, which will be very unfavorable to the Ministry of Magic’s current plan.

Only another diplomat said: "Sir Daniel has returned to China secretly and is subject to military trial. He will be responsible for the losses of the army this time."

It seems that the Ministry of Magic has not concealed the information that a large number of soldiers were wiped out. After all, it is difficult to conceal it, and it is also planned to let a few dead people take the blame.

"What?" Mike said unwillingly: "Is that yellow-skinned monkey really so powerful? For the sake of him, he has to change the strategy of the entire empire?"

"Whether it is, or not, this is the decision of the Ministry of Magic, and we must do it at all costs."

"Where are the Five Sages? Where are they?"

"There is also the Imperial Warrior Order. If such a person stops the expansion of the empire, it will be a shame for the entire country."

Atlantis, which has been trampled by the empire, and the major indigenous races of the New World, are now praying for peace in a manner like a defeated person, which makes all the imperial people present unable to swallow this breath.

"Everyone, it's easy to be energetic. It's easy to be proud. But the empire is now at a critical moment, and the monkeys in the Central Plains are trying to cut off our heads anytime and anywhere.

For the sake of the entire global strategy, what is the sacrifice of a little dignity? Even if I ask me to kneel down and beg, I will go without saying a word."

The quarrels kept ringing, and when more than a dozen people were blushing and pushing, an old man with white hair and meticulous clothes stood up: "Enough."

As a first-level commissioner of the Ministry of Magic, Sanger's words were still very effective. With his reassurance, everyone present stopped quarreling even though their chests were undulating and their faces were full of reluctance.

"I don't care what you think about this matter or what you think. In short, this is the highest order issued by the Ministry of Magic. You guys naturally have their considerations. You have no right to obstruct it. Instead, you must promote this matter wholeheartedly."

Just then, there were shouts outside the embassy, ​​and an assistant walked in: "Sir, it's the crowd of people in the demonstration."

Obviously, someone accidentally or intentionally leaked the news of the peace talks. As soon as the news appeared, it aroused the dissatisfaction of a large number of imperial residents, and they began to hold demonstrations outside the embassy to protest the peace talks.

"Get back. Traitor!"

"We have nothing to talk to with these monkeys!"

At the same time, various strange versions of the streets and alleys were circulating. The whole Mole seemed to be in a turbulent mood.

Sanger looked at the crowd outside through the window, turned around with a cold face: "What are you nervous? Keep preparing for peace talks. At least you can't let the empire pay too much substantial price. Minimize the losses of the country as much as possible. This is what we should do at this stage."

...

Meanwhile, some corners of Mole.

"The Ministry of Magic has become corrupt. They are treasoning the country just to live a wealthy life."

"We have to let those monkeys know that they are the real masters."

A fanatical atmosphere gradually rose above Mole.

Lin Lecheng, who was pale guards, walked on the street. He saw a pounding sound from a shop. He frowned and saw more than a dozen big men with their heads holding iron sticks, damaging the store. Two yellow-sex clerks were hiding beside him and trembling.

"Find out who is your master."

Finally, he shouted. The masked man rushed out with an iron stick. When he passed by Lin Lecheng, he smashed it down with a stick, obviously trying to beat Lin Lecheng by the way.

Then he beat him up simply and quickly. More than a dozen big men fell to the ground and rolled back and forth, whimpering. As for Lin Lecheng who was passing by, he had already left and disappeared.

But all this was just the beginning. As the people of the empire became increasingly dissatisfied with the peace talks, various marches, demonstrations and strikes emerged one after another, which put huge pressure on the diplomatic team, and also caused many other violent incidents.

There have been more and more attacks on yellow and black people being left alone, and several consecutive cases of shops run by non-imperial residents have been hit and looted.

Twenty years of war were not only the blood of other people on the hands of the imperial people, but also the blood of the imperial people on their hands.

The peace treaty has just been signed for five years, and people have not forgotten hatred, war, interracial discrimination, xenophobia, and hatred are still so strong that they cannot be resolved.

But the peace talks continued under the insistence of the Ministry of Magic, but they went from semi-public to secret.

Sanger and his group sat in the hall. In front of them, a man in black robe who was unable to see his face clearly walked in slowly.

"You are Lord Zuo Zhicheng, the King of Heavenly Snake?" Sanger lowered his head and said, "It's really welcome."

...

At the same time, on the high seas on the east coast, a white horse was like a bolt of lightning, galloping on the sea at an extremely fast speed.

If you pull the camera closer, you can see the source of Pilian, which is a figure moving at high speed.

Whenever step on the sea, the powerful reaction force pushes the shadows forward at a rapid speed, and the feet pass through the water at high speed, and the splashing waves are more than ten meters high.

This is a person, a person who is running on the sea with powerful strength, speed and control. His direction is Europa, the most powerful country in the world, the Divine Will Empire.

And the person running was Zuo Qingcang, who the Empire thought was still staying in Mole.

‘It’s still a little slower.’

Thinking of this, bone spurs drilled out directly from Zuo Qingcang's body. With the violent shaking, a large amount of high-speed airflow ejected from the tail of the bone spur. Driven by this airflow, Zuo Qingcang's entire body speed increased wildly again with waves of sonic booms.

Jiang Qing had left the grassland, and the forces in Atlantis temporarily contracted and hibernated under Zuo Qingcang's order.

Although it was a bit hasty compared to the plan, Zuo Qingcang did not plan to wait any longer.

The horn of the counterattack was about to sound, and he decided to fire the first shot himself.

Peace is never negotiated, but made. (To be continued...)

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