The white men present were no fools.
What did it mean for the Barren Soul-Devouring Insect to approach White Eagle at a time like this?
That ancient empire had never given up on resisting. However powerful the Zerg were, they still could not set foot in that empire.
"Have you lost your mind, or are you ready to die?" another white man of Anglo-Saxon descent asked the Jewish white man.
Making a move against that ancient empire? He really was insane.
Never mind whether they could even attack it. All nine Expeditionary Armies were currently stationed in The Empire.
Picking a fight with that empire now was no different from courting death.
"I'm merely bringing it up. Besides, he offered us something we can't refuse," the Jewish white man said.
"What?" the other white men asked, curiosity flickering in their eyes.
"That empire itself!" the Jewish man replied.
The other white men all looked at him as though he were an idiot.
He really had gone mad.
"Forget it. I know where your people came from. You've been massacred in that empire more than once. If you want revenge now, go yourself. Don't drag us along just because you want to die. Go die somewhere far away," an Anglo-Saxon white man said flatly.
He was not afraid of these Jewish white men.
Ultimately, the White Eagle Empire had simply let things get out of hand. Everything always fell apart because their interests were so deeply entangled.
That applied equally to White Eagle's leadership.
"What if that empire runs into trouble?" the Jewish white man asked again.
The other white men looked at him.
"If it really runs into trouble, we can discuss it once that happens. I have no desire to offend that empire. There's nothing to gain, and we'd