The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 1715 Qin Zong's plan

The Empire War Room was gloomy.

same.

When Qin Zong was in a coma, he was as devastated as the high priest, with gloomy clouds.

Yes.

Their fighters are talented, and their strength is far higher than that of the weak chickens in this universe.

But one of their soldiers died.

Every time a soldier was sacrificed, the high priest couldn't control his heartache.

The imperial army has been reduced, and it can be recruited and replenished.

They can't here!

Those hoarding here are all the remaining adult combatants of the entire race.

If you continue like this...

Everyone who beat them died, so what's the point of them traveling all the way to this universe? !

Come to fight and die? !

It would be better to stay in the homeland that is about to collapse, at least it is better than dying in a foreign land.

"The High Priest!"

"King, king..."

The entourage hurried to the high priest's room, with uncontrollable joy on his face: "The king is awake!"

The high priest suddenly stood up.

"Great!"

"The king finally woke up!"

For the first time, the white-haired high priest lost his usual composure and hurried out, heading towards Qin Zong's room.

"Knock knock!"

The high priest knocked softly on the door.

"come in."

Qin Zong sat on the edge of the bed and spoke lightly.

"king."

The high priest came in on crutches.

Seeing Qin Zong sitting on the edge of the bed, he frowned slightly: "Wang, you are not in good health yet, so you can't move around."

"Cough cough..."

Qin Zong raised his eyes slightly, met the high priest's old eyes, coughed twice, and then said: "High priest, how many people are left in the clan?"

The high priest's expression darkened.

He replied in a hoarse voice: "In the past six months, we have lost 10,000+ people."

"It can't go on any longer."

Qin Zong coughed a few more times, and spoke weakly.

The high priest sighed heavily: "I understand too. But now that we have reached this point, we cannot give up, king!"

The high priest's face was very solemn.

But at this moment, Qin Zong spoke lightly.

"You send someone to submit a peace agreement to the empire!"

The high priest's face immediately changed.

"King, what did you say?!"

Qin Zong: "You go and submit the peace agreement, stating that we can return all the imperial territories we occupy now, as long as they promise us three conditions."

The high priest knew that his own king had always been strategizing.

However, how could they just let go of the territory they had won with great difficulty? !
The high priest frowned: "My lord, even if we submit the agreement, those people will not agree."

Qin Zong twitched the corner of his mouth: "They will agree."

He has shown such a cruel attitude in the past six months, just for today.

"Now the two sides are confronting each other. Once the final battle is over, both sides will have to pay a heavy price."

"Now, if we ask for peace and occupy the territory that they can't want, after careful consideration, they will naturally agree."

"In the past half a month, the news that I was seriously injured and dying has probably spread throughout the entire empire, and you are also retreating steadily."

"High Priest, I know what you are still worried about. If I die, the tribe will naturally accept this agreement."

Qin Zong looked at the high priest calmly: "At that time, the affairs of the clan will be entrusted to the high priest. After I leave, I will ask the high priest to find a qualified successor to protect the clan."

The high priest was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "My lord, are you doing it for... the emperor of the empire?"

(End of this chapter)