Why would Musk, who had remained indifferent to the escalation of the Death Tide disaster and the destruction of a large territory with two million people, react so strongly to a "brawl" between several small territories with populations under ten thousand?
Safety Director Thomas instinctively took half a step back, then steadied himself and quickly said:
"It was a message sent by Tyrael Territory. According to the Support Treaty, we only have the right to know about this kind of matter, not the right to make decisions. That was clearly stated in the treaty from the beginning."
"But our preliminary judgment is that your visit to Giant Stone Territory made them feel threatened by the possibility of being replaced. That's why the lord of Tyrael Territory made this rash decision."
"Bullshit!"
Musk was thoroughly enraged. His face, which had been slightly bluish before, flushed red.
"What about now? What's the result?"
"We don't know. The message didn't state when the operation would take place, but since they dared to send it over, they should be carrying it out now.
"Based on our understanding of Giant Stone Territory and the several territories around it, the four territories acted simultaneously. They shouldn't be able to hold out for long."
Unable to figure out why Musk was so angry, Thomas could only state the facts as fully as possible.
In fact, what he said was already very conservative.
Four ten-thousand-person territories on the Support Treaty list had also recruited a group of mercenaries who lived by the blade from the black market. If they still couldn't take down Giant Stone Territory, with its population of three thousand, they would be utterly useless!
If such combat power were to face the foreign races, they probably wouldn't last half a day before being wiped out.