[ The Ginseng Rooster ] paused for a moment, then slapped his head hard:
"Oh dear, how could I have forgotten about that?!"
Having been away from the Eternal Domain and the Theocracy for so long, [ Ginseng Rooster ] had almost forgotten that both factions had a huge demand for fresh Blood Corpse.
In the World of Disorder, the niche of the Blood Corpse is essentially equivalent to oil in another world.
so...
Is the Demon Realm actually modeled after the Middle East?
Thinking about it carefully, it does seem a bit similar. For example, it looks a bit barren, but it's actually full of resources, and there are several groups that, although they share the same origin, are constantly fighting each other...
[ Ginseng Rooster ]'s mind wandered, and inevitably, he began to follow [ the Do Some Farm Work ]'s train of thought:
Two million Blood Corpse, regardless of their lineage, can certainly be transformed into the "blood" of the World of Disorder's bio-industry if handled properly, allowing all fields that require Machine Spirit to flourish.
Therefore, from beginning to end, there was no such thing as "annihilating" the Blood Corpse; there was only "capturing" Blood Corpse.
Demon Realm, Theocracy, Graycast Corridor...
[ Ginseng Rooster ] looked at [ Do Some Farm Work ] with a suspicious expression:
I have reason to suspect you're involved in triangular trade.
Don't say that.
[ On the Do Some Farm Work ] waved his hands repeatedly:
"The holy Theocracy does not engage in the slave trade; it only imports raw materials for industry."
"You didn't treat it like a living thing at all, did you? What can I say then?"
[ Ginseng Rooster ] swallowed the meat in his mouth:
"But then a question suddenly occurred to me—if all the vampires are wiped out, what will happen to the Blood Corpse we need later? We can't just rely on these Blood Corpse, can we?"
"But if we don't create them, it's like running out of 'oil,' and the nascent industrial system will collapse, won't it?"
"Even without the supply of Blood Corpse, the ' Machine Spirit ' race wouldn't produce any new individuals, would it?"
[ Do Some Farm Work ] listened to [ Ginseng Rooster ]'s question with a half-smile, and, already prepared, raised his finger:
This demonstrates the leader's foresight.
"I assisted with the development of the Machine Spirit in Valhalla, which boosted my trust level significantly, and then I actually found an opportunity to ask Ed this question."
"Really? What did he say?"
" Ed said that if there were no Blood Corpse, he would Cultivation plants that could mimic brain tissue and move, like some kind of highly mutated ' Vine Dog '."
"This kind of creature, possessing characteristics of both plants and animals, can simultaneously replace the ecological niches of Blood Corpse and plant tissues. Furthermore, with mechanical and Psionic Energy activation, Machine Spirit can still be created."
[ Do Some Farm Work ] recalled what he had heard some time ago, and his expression became somewhat strange:
" Ed said it's called 'New Energy Machine Spirit,' but he doesn't know who taught him that."
[ Ginseng Rooster ] paused for a moment upon hearing this, then suddenly laughed, turned off the real-time translation function to prevent Duma from eavesdropping, and then said:
I feel that our world is polluting the gaming world.
"That's true."
[ Do Some Farm Work ] nodded:
"So you don't need to worry about things here. We will properly handle the last ripples from the three grand dukes."
The Grand Duke said he had no objections.
Amidst laughter and cheerful conversation, the three, who hadn't had a decent meal in months, finally finished eating.
The detailed terms of the transaction between the two parties have also been finalized.
At the strong recommendation of [ Ginseng Rooster ], the Soul Returner Legion offered seemingly equivalent but actually oppressive terms.
In the words of [ Ginseng Rooster ], this is to make the Skeleton Alliance more closely united.
Duma didn't care about the Skeleton Alliance; after arranging things, he went to the front lines to fight the Blood Corpse.
As for the three envoys, they logged off in the territory of their own people.
The next morning, the group wiped the drool and grease from their mouths, tidied their expressions in front of the mirror, and then asked a few professional players to help them with their makeup before leaving the Soul Returner Legion ' camp and returning to the Skeleton Alliance camp a few hundred meters away.
Two hours later, in the morning.
It was the same familiar conference room, with the same familiar large round table.
If it weren't for the fact that skeletons don't bleed, there might still be a lingering, salty, fishy smell from the previous night.
Fifteen governors—no, to be precise, fourteen governors and one provisional councilor—gathered here to discuss solutions to the aftermath of the incident.
At dawn, [ Ginseng Rooster ], [ Gu Gugu ], and [ Ever-Changing Master Ye ] returned to the Skeleton Alliance camp with heavy dark circles under their eyes.
Colin looked at the three men's haggard appearance and knew they must have had a long and painful night.
Although I don't understand why their stomachs are a little bloated, it must be the result of their hard work for the Skeleton Alliance, and they were probably forced to drink something by the despicable Theocracy Soul Returner.
The [ Ginseng Rooster ], who looked completely haggard, announced the agreed-upon exchange terms in the name of Duma. Colin listened attentively, and although he could only understand a small part, he actually learned to ask questions.
It seems this guy is really adapting to his role as a senator, even if it's only temporary.
As [ Ginseng Rooster ] said:
The conditions set by the Soul Returner were that the Skeleton Alliance needed to preserve its military camp intact and completely withdraw from the battlefield to the south.
Once Duma and his Soul Returner Legion have taken over the camp, a teleportation Master will immediately come to teleport them away.
That teleportation Master is said to have visited the port city of Nors before the outbreak of the Demonic Tide, which is now the Sand Capital.
Therefore, he could directly teleport hundreds of thousands of troops to the vicinity of the Sand Capital.
Regarding the terms of the transaction, the three individuals ([Ginseng Rooster]) did not engage in any bargaining or under-the-table deals, but rather relayed the terms in their entirety.
The Skeleton Alliance's more than 100,000 troops at this moment only wanted to go home, thus making them, in a true sense, "Desperate troops."
According to the (new) Three Kingdoms military strategy, it's best not to provoke an army that carries the law of cause and effect, otherwise it's easy to suffer a crushing defeat.
After hearing the conditions relayed by [ the Ginseng Rooster ], Colin fell into deep thought.
The Skeleton Alliance's military equipment didn't come from nowhere. They demanded that the entire camp be handed over completely, and that the supplies used for setting up the camp not be taken away; at most, they could take various military supplies and weapons.
While such a demand may not be harsh, it is still a significant loss for the Alliance.
Ultimately, Colin felt that if he were Soul Returner, he would still want the camp; if he were a Skeleton, he wouldn't agree.
While the other party promised to teleport them safely to the territory of the Skeleton Alliance, problems still existed:
For example, what should you do if the other party goes back on their word?