Outside Augsburg, the Ancient Remnants Alliance's combined army camp.
Representatives of dozens of races had gathered together, arguing endlessly over how to attack the city, making the elderly elf's brow furrow tightly.
Internal conflict was the common enemy of every alliance.
Although the Elves had been working hard to mediate the various disputes, they had failed to change the bickering.
This was humanity's fault.
During the Warhammer Kingdom's heyday, it had constantly sown discord throughout the Ice and Snow World to safeguard its own interests.
Digging pits and planting mines were secondary; the key was the implementation of its racial balance policy.
Whenever any race showed signs of rising, it would suppress that race, leaving several races in the Ancient Remnants Alliance at roughly the same level of strength.
With conflicts piled atop one another and everyone evenly matched, it was impossible for the Ancient Remnants Alliance not to be lively.
Had the Warhammer Kingdom not courted death and ruined itself, if this approach had continued, these Ancient Remnants would never have been able to stir up much trouble.
"Enough!"
"The Continental War has already reached a critical moment. Humanity has gained the upper hand on the Southern Continent. If you keep wasting time arguing here, then wait for them to come settle accounts afterward!"
Unable to endure it any longer, the elderly elf rebuked them.
In any case, these people had already boarded the same war chariot. It was too late to get off now. If they did not want to be held accountable later, they could only press forward bravely.
However, the old man's rebuke did not truly convince them. At its core, the argument was still about making others contribute more while taking less of the benefits.
Just like how the Elves had encouraged the Ancient Remnants