After hearing him out, Lin Mo understood at once.
Sure enough, experience counted!
"I understand!"
"In that case, I'll have our diplomats squeeze them hard and make them cough up even their last mineral reserves!"
"Know where to draw the line," Elder Zhao reminded him with a smile.
"Don't sour our relations. Make them willingly empty their coffers while still feeling deeply grateful to us."
"That's the cleverest way to handle it."
"Understood. I'll be careful!" Lin Mo nodded firmly.
Elder Zhao's smile slowly faded, and his tone grew grave.
"How are the alliance talks with Terra's various races going?"
Lin Mo was about to answer, "We're still negotiating."
But beside him, Zhao Gang exclaimed excitedly:
"All the races have agreed!"
On the screen of the Smart Terminal in his hand, encrypted messages popped up one after another, its green indicator flashing constantly.
"The Holy Human Race has agreed to the alliance!"
"The Elves have agreed to the alliance!"
"The Dwarf Clan has agreed to the alliance!"
"The Half-Orc Clan has agreed to the alliance!"
"The Dragons Clan has agreed to the alliance!"
"Commander Lin!" Zhao Gang's eyes gleamed.
"Every race on the Terra Continent has agreed to the alliance!"
"They're now holding urgent discussions about sending representatives to work out the detailed operational plan!"
This was tremendous news!
Lin Mo's heart jolted, and he immediately shouted into the phone:
"Elder Zhao! The races have agreed! Every one of them!"
A relieved exhalation came from the other end of the line.
"Good... it's good that they've agreed." A hint of relief colored Elder Zhao's voice.
"Now we have at least some confidence."
He paused, his tone turning serious.
"Lin, there's something I must impress upon you."
"If... I mean if the Great Xia Fief really can't hold out, you absolutely