The hall fell silent, everyone left speechless by Warwick's pointed questions.
Warwick drew a deep breath, clenching his fists until his knuckles cracked.
"If that still isn't enough to move you, then look at the future of our Half-Orc Clan!"
"Will we be able to compete with the Holy Human Race and the Elves, who can use magic?"
"Do we have the Dwarves' inquisitive minds and craftsmanship?"
"Do we have the Great Xia people's intelligence and technology?"
"Great Xia is already highly automated. Can't you see they don't even need people to fight their wars anymore?"
"If we don't join Great Xia now, we won't even have the chance to be hired in the future!"
"Terra will leave us behind completely, Great Xia will turn its nose up at us, and we'll live worse lives than before!"
"Yes! We have strength we're proud of, but Great Xia built the powerful Pangu Mecha in just a few years-and they can mass-produce them!"
"If we keep clinging to our past pride, unwilling to learn or change, once Great Xia's technology reaches a certain level, we won't even have the chance to be hired!"
Warwick raised his head, sweeping his gaze over every chieftain present.
"Terra will leave us behind completely!"
"Not because we aren't brave enough, but because we refuse to move toward the future."
"So, while our Seventh-Order Experts haven't been replaced, while we can still be warriors Great Xia needs, while we're still one of Terra's Four Great Races, while we still have these bargaining chips, let's join Great Xia."
"Not for the sake of that pitiful little bit of power we hold."
"But for the children, for the elderly, and for the future of the entire Half-Orc Clan!"
He took a deep breath and looked at everyone.
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