" No it's not Son. I just thought you had more thinking brain box than your mother." He joked.
" Don't you dare Father, don't you dare speak ill of my precious mother." He became furious, so clouded by anger.
" We both know a fight is the most silliest option right now. The Reds definitely has the backing of the Blooders, we don't stand a chance against them." He told him, hoping he would reason with him.
" Ohhh! You are indeed right Father. Then how? How shall we get the victory we deserve."
Alama at times admired his Father's wisdom.
" A Flu, Alama. Let's spread a flu across the human kind and their lands. The Reds will be blamed for it, you sure know how much the Blood king hates his people lacking food. The flu would cause the humans not to be able to work and this will anger the King. The King sure hates war and blood of his people, we will make them start a war." He explained.
" Ohhh thank you Father. What would I do without you?." He said and hugged his Father.
