Ying Zheng raised his head slightly. "Twenty million sets of Blood Qin standard-issue magical armor, along with the corresponding bows, crossbows, weapons, arrows, mounts, rations, emergency medicine, and so on, can be delivered to you tomorrow. In return, your allied races' army must serve as our vanguard. If your performance in battle satisfies us, we can deliver another million sets of military equipment to you every month from then on!"
Leon stood frozen on the spot. The emissaries of the various allied races—the chieftains of the major tribes—also rose to their feet unconsciously. They stared at Ying Zheng in horror, scarcely able to believe their ears. A pigman with peak demigod strength pulled out a dagger and viciously dug at his ear. Only after scraping out a thick layer of earwax and bristles did he cry out tremblingly, "How many did you say?"
Ying Zheng repeated his offer, then waved a hand impatiently. "What do a mere few tens of millions of armor sets amount to for my Blood Qin Empire? If you are willing, sign the alliance treaty. If not, I shall first wipe out you allied races, then fight the Western Continent to the death!"
Great Hero Dharma King of the Heavenly Temple laughed in a deep voice. "Your Majesty, they will make the wisest choice."
Leon swiftly sent a greeting to the mothers of Ying Zheng and Great Hero Dharma King in his heart. What utter nonsense. He had originally only intended to ask for two million sets of fine magical armor before rolling up his sleeves and serving as the vanguard in a desperate fight against the Western Continent coalition. But Ying Zheng had offered terms so lavish that neither Leon nor the other beastmen could possibly refuse.
The allied races of the Odin Icefield had