Durontan's Fury

Inside the grand hall filled with the breath of nature.

Durontan's refusal did not receive the backing or support of the many powerful figures from other races.

Simply put, they had truly been terrified by humanity. The Elf Empire and Giant Kingdom were powerful and unafraid of humans, but their small populations meant they were absolutely unwilling to face humanity alone. If peaceful coexistence was possible, they were more than willing to accept it from the bottom of their hearts.

As for the Four Great Kingdoms of centaurs, barbarians, goblins, and dwarves, although they were not weak, their populations had declined severely after several large-scale wars with humanity over the years. Coupled with the Demon Disaster that had only recently passed, they were battered and badly weakened. Naturally, they would not oppose gaining thirty years of peace to recover.

Of course, the Beastkin Empire was not doing much better. If the Northern Great Plains had not been so important—without it, the Beastkin Empire could never regain its former strength—Durontan would not have opposed this so resolutely.

Seeing that no one reacted, Durontan gritted his teeth and continued.

"Everyone, one of humanity's Three Great Empires has already fallen, and Pope Rodriguez has died in battle. In terms of top-tier experts, humanity is no longer our match. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. After eliminating the demons, we can completely wipe out humanity and restore our former glory."

Yet his words still drew no response in the hall. Instead, the powerful figures of the various races frowned slightly, clearly uninterested in what Durontan had said.

Although Pope Rodriguez's death had put humanity at a disadvantage among top-tier experts, humanity's strength remained. Destroying them would likely require every race to pay a grievous price, perhaps even ending in mutual destruction.

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