Chapter 1120: Just surrender, you can't hold it

Watching the Stone Tribe's many experts bustling about there, they were even more eager than these Human Race's sub-tribes, and numerous sub-tribes were dumbfounded.

What the hell are you stealing our work for? After you finish it all, how are we supposed to do anything?

Moreover, outside, many Stone Tribe experts, looking at the light mirror above, saw each clansman like a lackey, and all fell into silence.

Even some young Stone Tribe members, with a dazed expression, asked.

"So... are we now sub-tribes of the Human Race?"

"Impossible."

Why................

This is damned, it's practically more sub-tribe than a sub-tribe—just look at those Human Race sub-tribes; none are as diligent as our Stone Tribe, so how is this not being a sub-tribe?

"Even if there is something, now the Human Race is powerful; being their sub-tribe is not shameful."

Huh???

Hearing this, many Stone Tribe members turned their gazes over—good grief, you changed so quickly, so smoothly, do you feel no pressure at all?

But never mind the Stone Tribe; inside the Human Race's ancestral land, what the hell is going on with these Demon Race sub-tribes?

Aren't your upper tribe still bound? As sub-tribes of the Demon Race, shouldn't you share hatred with your upper tribe and fight to the end?

Does the Demon Race know you're this fawning?

Looking at these Demon Race sub-tribes, seeing the Human Race individuals with beaming smiles, bending over, accompanying with laughter, they are literally the picture of lackeys.

"Sir, tired? Come on, let me take that for you."

Seeing a Human Race sage holding a teacup, they hurried over to take it, wearing an expression of "you've worked hard".

This left the Human Race sage bewildered—what hardship? What's so hard about me picking up a teacup?

After finishing breakfast, sipping tea—what's so hard about that?

Looking at that Demon Race sub-tribe with a complex gaze, the Human Race sage also didn't know what to say.

You................

"Sir, if you have any orders, just tell me."

No........ nothing...........

"Then please go slow, sir, watch the steps."

"There's water, don't dirty the sir's shoes."

Huh???

Watching the Demon Race sub-tribe holding a teacup and following behind that Human Race sage, the other tribes all stood dumbfounded.

Damn, are there still such lackeys in this world?

It's truly an eye-opener.

For a moment, the Human Race's original sub-tribes felt immense pressure.

Holy shit, they're all so capable—what are we to do if this continues? Won't it make us look useless?

If the upper tribe doesn't like us then, what the hell are we to do?

Numerous Human Race sub-tribes felt overwhelming pressure all at once—can't you lot just get lost? We are the Human Race's sub-tribes.

Matters inside the ancestral land need no concern from the Human Race; moreover, it seems everything has someone attending to it.

Holding a teacup, sipping water, giving a massage—anyway, just a glance and someone will understand.

And watching all that happening in the Human Race's ancestral land, the outside world has already fallen into silence.

These are all the experts of their respective tribes, and now each of them has practically become a lackey.

We respected you so much—what are you doing now? Are you lackeys?

Unfortunately, the many experts of each tribe inside the ancestral land know nothing of this; even if they did, they'd likely not care—you don't understand, we are planning for the future.

Now that we've made the Human Race comfortable, will good days still be far off? This is our race's future.

On the Human Race side, things are comfortable; meanwhile, the Undying Race, Barbarian Tribe, and Ancient Tribe—these three tribes' elders have gathered together.

Each with grim faces, no one spoke in the hall for a long while; finally, an Ancient Tribe elder spoke in a deep voice.

"Nobody speaking? How should we respond next?"

Right now, before the three tribes, there are actually only two choices: either resist the Human Race to the end, or surrender.

If they continue to resist, given the Human Race's current strength, plus the Stone Tribe and Demon Race, they don't have much chance of winning.

They couldn't even win that previous battle, let alone now.

It can almost be said to be doomed to fail.

But even if they surrender, the price they'd have to pay is estimated to be not small.

Although we don't know what conditions the Human Race will propose, it's obvious that heavy losses are unavoidable.

Whenever the Demon Race is mentioned, the three tribes' elders grit their teeth in anger.

Damned traitors—it's because of the Demon Race that they've ended up in this situation.

The Demon Race schemed against them from the start; this grudge must be avenged, and we will never let the Demon Race have an easy time.

The three tribes' elders hate the Demon Race with gritted teeth, unaware that, at this moment in the Human Race's ancestral land, the only tribe still possessing integrity is the Demon Race.

Even if bound tightly, the Demon Race up and down refuses to accept the Human Race's charity, preferring death to taking their pills.

Even the Demon Race's sub-tribes have each become lackeys; only the Demon Race itself persists.

Yet such an 'iron-boned' Demon Race, in the eyes of the three tribes' elders, is nothing but a complete traitor, a betrayer, a shameless and despicable race.

Even more possible than the Human Race, they're basically a bunch of good-for-nothings.

They've already cursed the Demon Race's ancestors three times over in their hearts, but it's meaningless and useless.

Matters that need to be resolved still must be resolved; right now the three tribes' elders face a difficult choice.

Hearing the words of that Ancient Tribe elder, a Barbarian Tribe elder sighed and said.

Ah, just surrender, there's no chance left.

Even in the Five Tribe Alliance era, we couldn't gain any advantage, and now there are two traitors; nowadays, no one can stop the rise of the Human Race.

Relying solely on those three tribes, there's no hope.

Upon hearing the words of this Barbarian Tribe elder, the elders of the two tribes nodded in agreement.

Now we have no choice but to do this.

Then let's surrender.

I agree.

Only the Undying Tribe's elders remained silent, because their Fortune Golden Dragon still exists.

The Barbarian Tribe and Ancient Tribe have no Fortune Golden Dragon; they were long ago robbed by the Human Race, and even their Primordial Spirits were killed.

But as for the Undying Tribe, their Fortune Golden Dragon still exists, and their Primordial Spirits still exist.

If we surrender to the Human Race, setting aside other matters, you must hand over that Fortune Golden Dragon.

Asking the Undying Tribe to surrender their racial fortune—how could they bear to do so?

Thus the Undying Tribe's elders gritted their teeth, torn; they truly do not wish to surrender.

After the elders of the other two tribes expressed their views, they also turned their gazes toward the Undying Tribe's elders.

The look in their eyes was somewhat strange; evidently they also knew what the Undying Tribe's elders were thinking, but at this moment, what good does it do to think about these things?

It's as if not surrendering would let you keep that Fortune Golden Dragon, but when the Human Race makes a move, you'll still have to obediently hand it over.

An Ancient Tribe elder spoke up.

Just surrender; you can't keep that Fortune Golden Dragon.