"Big Brother Zhao, stop teasing me."
Lin Mo gave a wry smile, closed the notes he had already organized, and hurriedly changed the subject:
"Seriously, I didn't expect them to agree so easily."
"Unifying military command and logistics goes beyond an ordinary alliance. The Half-Orcs actually want to join us outright."
"Even now, I still find it a little hard to believe."
Seeing that they were discussing serious business, Zhao Gang put away his smile and said:
"It seems fast to us, but they've been fighting the Demon Clan for nearly two hundred years."
"One Demon God nearly wiped out their country and their race. And the Demon Clan has over a hundred more, including Ninth Order beings."
"The fact that Antimatter Weapons can kill Demon Gods doesn't mean we can hold off all of them at once."
"What we do know is that the Demon God Cho'Gath has our spatial coordinates. A large-scale invasion is only a matter of time."
Lin Mo's heart sank at those words, and the little ease he had felt vanished at once.
Zhao Gang continued:
"When that day comes, if everyone is still looking out for themselves, we'll be struggling to keep our own heads above water. We'll have to protect ourselves first."
"They can't buy enough weapons, and they can't fight on their own. Where else can they retreat to?"
Lin Mo fell silent for a moment, then nodded with a sigh:
"Yes. We can't expect the enemy to keep giving us time."
"Let's leave that for now and report the good news to Elder Zhao. There's still plenty of work ahead."
The secure communications link soon connected. Elder Zhao's holographic projection appeared at the other end of the conference table, with several unfinished documents beside him.
The two men stood and saluted: