The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

The Imperial War Room was filled with gloom and gloom.

same.

When Qin Zong fell into a coma, he was as worried and miserable as the high priest.

yes.

Their warriors are extremely talented and their strength is much higher than that of the weaklings in this universe.

But one less of their soldiers died.

Every time a warrior was sacrificed, the high priest could not help but feel heartache.

If the imperial army is reduced in number, it can still recruit more troops and replenish them.

But they can’t do that here!

The people hoarded here are already all the remaining adult fighting forces of the entire race.

If the fight continues like this...

Everyone they beat died, so what was the point of them traveling all the way to this universe? !

Come to fight and die? !

It would be better to stay in the homeland that is about to collapse, at least than to die in a foreign land.

"High Priest!"

"King, king..."

The entourage hurriedly rushed outside the high priest's room, with uncontrollable joy on his face: "The king is awake!"

The high priest suddenly stood up.

"Very good!"

"The king finally wakes up!"

For the first time, the white-haired high priest lost his usual composure and hurried out and walked quickly towards Qin Zong's room.

"Knock knock!"

The high priest knocked gently on the door.

"come in."

Qin Zong sat on the edge of the bed and spoke calmly.

"king."

The high priest entered, leaning on his crutch.

As soon as he saw Qin Zong sitting on the edge of the bed, he frowned slightly: "Wang, you are not well yet, so you can't move around."

"Ahem..."

Qin Zong raised his eyes slightly, met the old eyes of the high priest, coughed twice in a low voice, and then said: "High priest, how many people are left in the clan now?"

The high priest's expression dimmed.

He replied in a low voice: "In the past six months, we have lost hundreds of thousands of people."

"This can't go on any longer."

Qin Zong coughed a few more times and spoke weakly.

The high priest sighed heavily: "I understand too. But now that we have reached this point, we cannot give up, King!"

The high priest looked very solemn.

But at this moment, Qin Zong spoke calmly.

"Send someone to submit a peace agreement to the empire!"

The high priest's expression changed immediately.

"King, what did you say?!"

Qin Zong: "You go and submit the peace agreement, stating that we can return all the imperial territories we currently occupy. We only need them to agree to three conditions."

The high priest knew that his king had always been a strategist.

However, how could they give up the territory they had finally conquered so easily? !

The high priest frowned: "King, even if we submit the peace agreement, those people will not agree."

Qin Zong twitched his lips: "They will agree."

He has displayed such a ruthless and cruel attitude in the past six months just for today.

"Now the two parties are facing each other. Once the final battle occurs, both parties will pay a heavy price."

"Now, if we ask for peace and occupy territory that is beyond their reach, they will naturally agree after careful consideration."

"In the past half month, the news that I am seriously injured and dying has probably spread throughout the entire empire, and you have been retreating steadily."

"High Priest, I know what you are still worried about. If I die, my tribe will naturally accept this peace agreement."

Qin Zong looked at the high priest calmly: "At that time, the matters within the clan will be entrusted to the high priest. After I leave, I will also ask the high priest to find a qualified successor to protect the clan."

The high priest was silent for a long time, then slowly said: "King, are you doing it for...the emperor of the empire?"