"You won. Is this the most ideal result?"
“But so what?”
"Will the Ant Race become powerful? Was it a big deal that we lost a million people? Forget about the fact that we can revive them, even if we can't revive them, we still have more troops."
"What about the Ant Race at that time? Our enemy!"
"Do you think they'll be able to survive in the demonic lands?"
"I don't think our enemies can survive."
"Look at Nightsky City. They are prosperous and rich enough. We also know that they want to be in charge, but... what can they do?"
Even though these words seemed to be analyzing the situation, the ant race commander could tell that this was more of a threat.
Win was the same, lose was the same, it was always a dead end, always a loss.
Therefore, it seemed that there was really no other choice.
"I understand," the antman commander said with a smile. "Sir, do you mean to say that regardless of who wins or loses, the future of our ant race can already be predicted."
The envoy chuckled. "Actually, there's no need for me to tell you that. I'm sure you know that, Commander-in-Chief. I'm just giving you a friendly reminder."
Upon hearing this, the antman commander nodded. "Then I'll have to trouble you."
"Then what do you think? I can guarantee that since I've come in person, the Ant Clan will definitely have a place under my control in the future."
The Ant Commander said with a smile, "Thank you for your high opinion. Your opinion is very good, and the conditions you put forward are almost irresistible. Unfortunately, I... am just following orders. Our Ant Queen is the one who truly decides the fate of the Ant Clan."
"Thus, you've found the wrong person."
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