"What do you plan to do?"
Isildur looked at him with some anticipation.
"You've already made up your mind. Why do you need to test me?" Trevon Neal glanced over.
"Hahahaha!" Isildur laughed heartily at this, then turned and commanded in a stern, iron-blooded tone, "Pass on my military order! Command the two leaders of the northern and western regions to cross the defense line at all costs and charge into the demon region. Slaughter every demon!"
"Yes, sir!"
A peak human delivered the order personally.
The third body had attracted the attention of the higher-ups in the demon race, providing a prime opportunity to strike.
There weren't many people left in the hall.
Chadwick Neal and the other chiefs were still present.
Trevon didn't hold back either and said calmly, "Senior Isildur, for tens of thousands of years, the race's internal friction has been worse than internal strife. This is a fact. You know that, right?"
