"What should I do, Lord Father?" asked Zosiah's second son, Spear, who was dressed in dark green scales, cautiously asked, not because he didn't like this father, but because Zosia had become more and more strange to them over the years, and even as Zosiah's son, he didn't dare to call his father directly, otherwise he would be severely punished.

That's right, except for the mother, all Naxi people must call Zosia the father God, even the son of Zosia is no exception, this man has been completely blinded by power and desire, Spiel thought so in his heart, but in reality he just bowed his head silently, he didn't dare to say anything, because the last unlucky guy who dared to persuade like this had been killed by Zosia with a magic spear, and when he died, he was covered in colorful disgusting spots, and his body was completely swollen, as if it was inflated, and his soul that was fused with the corpse was finally thrown to the giant snake who was considered a close relative of the Naxi people for dinner。

It is precisely because of this that no one intends to carry out self-sacrificing actions, after all, Zosia is not a feudal king, nor is he a terrorist warlord, but a complete dictator god, in this case, if you want to protest or rebel, you are just asking for your own death, the first two guys try their best, and there may be a chance to unite as one, but it is really impossible in the back, because whether it is from the gods, ordinary Naxi people are just Zosiah's private property.

"What else can I do, keep fighting, until those disgusting demons retreat, do you want me to bow down to those evil, greedy demons who are trying to usurp me? What are you kidding!" Zosia snarled nervously.

Spiel knew why his father had so many opinions about demons, because the original Naxi people were the product of failure created by a certain group of biological experiments that went to another world to conduct biological experiments, and should have been destroyed by those demons, but as a failed product, the ancestors of the Naxi people gave up everything and begged the demons to spare them, and in the end, although the Naxi people escaped the fate of destruction, they became slaves to serve the demons, this period lasted for tens of thousands of years, and the slave life of the Naxi people ended until his father broke the chains on his legs and launched a revolution。

Of course, Sbier didn't experience all these things, and he also listened to his uncle and mother about all this, and his father seemed to be very reluctant to review this history, and did not allow anyone to mention this past in front of him, as if it was not a glory, but a shame that would not be washed away, why, why, father, obviously everyone regards you as a great hero who led the rise of the Naxi people, why are you unwilling to face the past, it is not a shame, we will be proud of it.

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"Aren't those Naxi people ready to surrender?" Ferdinand slapped the table angrily, the simple table made of sturdy and dark stone almost fell apart under its strange force, but fortunately, although the table looked trembling and towering, it finally held on stubbornly, did not collapse, and the things on the table did not fall, which was really a blessing in misfortune.

"Zosia is a very cunning guy, he saw that we couldn't help him for the time being, so he began to sit on the ground, although he didn't ask us for compensation, but he has completely given up the opportunity to negotiate peace with us, what a stupid guy, he only sees part of the current situation, he doesn't have a big picture, does he really think that heaven will care about him as a dispensable pawn?" Add sulked, and in all fairness, if it weren't for the fact that it didn't do much good to consume it any longer, he Eddie definitely wouldn't want to retreat.

Coupled with the current arrogant tone of the messenger sent by Zosia (the clay puppet revived with divine power: "If you don't want to die, you won't give money. This undoubtedly made Eddie have the idea of continuing to fight with the Naxi Protoss, and he really didn't want to lose face!

Carlos looked at Eddie carefully, no, the more he looked at this guy, the more he looked like the same kind of Cachicia, and this one was too similar, but he didn't ask after all, which was too rude, not to mention that Eddie didn't seem to be a very easy character to get along with, so Carlos didn't have the idea of sticking a hot face to a cold ass, Eddie and Annabel obviously didn't welcome Carlos's arrival, which may involve many reasons, it may be because of interests, it may also be because of feeling underestimated by Ferdinand, etc.

In this case, Carlos has no intention of getting along with them, after all, you are all so unwelcome to yourself, you don't say hello, you completely ignore yourself, and you naturally don't need to communicate with them, they are not the same as themselves.

The meeting ended in the end, because the opinions could not be unified, the three middle demon gods rejected Ferdinand's proposal to withdraw for their own interests or face, Ferdinand did not dare to disobey the opinions of others even if he was very strong, and Carlos's attitude was that it didn't matter, whether to fight or not, in short, you can make your own decision.

Carlos handed the note he wrote to Guy after leaving the military tent to discuss, hoping that his suggestion would help Guy a little, Guy took the note and looked at it at a glance, and finally said: "Ah, thank you, Brother Carlos, do you really think so too? A friend I met on the magic web thought so too, so I have begun to try to change this book again." ”

The Shadow Fiend had no way to express his feelings, Carlos couldn't see if he really thought that the advice he had written was good, or if he accepted it openly but secretly resented, the latter was not lacking in the world, and Carlos didn't know what to say with his face that never changed or even had no mouth and only small blue eyes.

"Really? Please let me read it when you're done. Believing that Guy was answering him with good intentions, Carlos and the advice he had written should not hurt the Shadow Fiend's self-esteem, Carlos and Guy exchanged messages through the system and added each other as friends.

"Of course, Brother Carlos, I'll be sure to send it to you as soon as the time comes. Guy nodded, he didn't focus on the battlefield now, because in his opinion, the second war could not be fought under the current circumstances, and when the reinforcements sent from the central part arrived, it was estimated that there would be no benefits for them, so although he refused to retreat, he didn't think that the war would start again in a short time.

In this way, the two demon gods who had begun to gradually forget that they were on the battlefield began to exchange reading experiences, after all, the Naxi people or anything were not regarded as a real threat by the Hell side.