The Black-Robed Elder's question did not quite fit his usual temperament and character.
The Hunchbacked Old Man had known the Black-Robed Elder for nearly thirty thousand years. This was the first time he had seen the Black-Robed Elder reveal such a lack of confidence.
Casting a somewhat surprised glance at his old companion, the Hunchbacked Old Man tapped the pristine white floor with his metal cane and said, "If we do not act, our odds of victory will only keep dropping. If we strike early, we may yet fight for a chance to win!"
"Before his death, our teacher, General Trich van Baesa, concluded that Wizard Civilization would be the greatest rival to the rise of the Galente Federation. Ever since more than a hundred thousand years ago, we have regarded this former 'friendly civilization' as a potential enemy."
"After preparing for so long, are we supposed to not even give it a try and simply wag our tails and beg Wizard Civilization for mercy?"
"Our Galente Federation is also a Top-Level Civilization that countless civilizations across the Star Realm find utterly terrifying."
"As I see it, we have rather high odds of winning the war against the Wizard World." The Hunchbacked Old Man deliberately spoke in a relaxed tone.
"Do not forget that on the other side of Wizard Civilization's vast territorial expanse, they also have enemies they fear." The Hunchbacked Old Man seemed to want the Black-Robed Elder to ease his mind, so he added this.
The Hunchbacked Old Man's words indeed loosened the Black-Robed Elder's tightly furrowed brow considerably.
These two old men had chosen different paths—one entered politics, while the other joined the military.
Yet when it came to a momentous decision concerning a Civilization War, the Hunchbacked Old Man, the politician, was steadier than the