"This is our pledge of allegiance to the Dragonkin tribe."
"All those who oppose peace talks... will be unable to leave this starport today!" said the old councilor with a sneer.
"Did you deliberately stage this vote to eliminate dissidents?" Chief Ted glared at the other party.
The old councilor shrugged, then clapped his hands.
Immediately, a squad of fully armed soldiers rushed into the meeting place, aiming laser guns at the councilors on Chief Ted's side.
"I don't want to kill you, so you'd better not put up any futile resistance."
Perhaps if you kneel down and beg for mercy before His Majesty the Dragon Emperor, your people may have a chance to survive.
Oh, and don't expect the interstellar fleet outside the starport to help you.
Do you know why I chose this location for the meeting?
Because I have completely taken control of the patrol fleet at this starport, and in addition, the Golden Eagle tribe has dispatched their legion fleet, which is on its way from a distance of half an hour.
All I need to do is hand you over to them, and we will join the Warhammer Starfleet Union and become one of the new thirty great tribes!
"This civil war should end." The old councilor sat back down in his chair, a confident expression on his face.
Now, the members of parliament who had just voted against negotiations were all in a panic.
Some have even begun to beg for mercy from the old councilor and his group, expressing their willingness to join the peace talks faction.
Chief Ted showed no anger at this moment; he exchanged a glance with the Black Fox Chieftain beside him.
"Old Yang, I thought you had lived for over a hundred years and wouldn't do something so foolish."
"I never imagined you would still make such a grave mistake." Chief Ted sighed.
The old councilor didn't see any panic on Chief Ted's face, which made him very uncomfortable: "Foolish?"
Your actions are foolish.
Do you really think that what you've done can overturn the existing order in Warhammer?
Impossible!
The power of the Dragonkin tribe is beyond your imagination.
They just haven't made their move yet!
"Do you know why the Dragonkin tribe has been hesitant to make a move?" the Black Fox Clan Chief asked.
The old councilor was taken aback.
The Black Fox Chieftain continued, "That's because the Dragonkin tribe is also playing a game. They want to unify the entire Warhammer, and they also want to overthrow the old tribal alliance system."
Through the hands of our revolutionary army, we continuously weaken the power of other tribes, including those that follow the Dragonkin tribe.
When everything is going smoothly, the Dragonkin tribe will join the battle and take over all the star systems controlled by our revolutionary army.
The Dragonkin tribes now control a quarter of Warhammer's star system, while we currently control roughly a quarter as well, and could potentially reach a third in the future.
In this way, the dragonkin tribe can rightfully take these starfield territories from us.
At that time, the Dragonkin tribe will control half of the Warhammer territory!
The Dragonkin tribes spent a year and a half digesting these Warhammer territories before beginning a thorough purge of other tribal forces.
Five years from now, the Warhammer United States will no longer have a system of rotating monarchs every ten years. At that time, the entire Warhammer United States will have only one permanent monarch, who will be the chieftain of the Dragonkin tribe!
All the tribes had to submit to the dragonkin tribes, becoming lords in a manner similar to those in other civilizations.
Upon hearing the Black Fox Clan Chief's words, the Sheep Clan Chief's expression became somewhat uncertain. He retorted, "This is just your guess."
The entire Warhammer Starfleet Union, comprised of twenty major tribes, would not allow the Dragonkin tribe to do such a thing!
That will only create a new balance!
"balance?
Hehehe, isn't this balance about to be shattered by you?
Because of your self-righteous arrangements, many of our revolutionary army's bases will be forcefully seized by the Dragonkin tribe.
Do you think the Dragonkin tribes will return the starfields and territories they have taken over to their rightful owners?
"Once the balance is broken, the historical changes of the Warhammer Starfleet Union will never stop," said the Black Fox Chieftain.
"Nonsense, these are all just your guesses!"
"You have no evidence!" The old chieftain of the sheep clan was somewhat embarrassed and angry.
"evidence?
Yes, I have.
If I'm not mistaken, the cooperation agreement you reached with the Dragon Emperor was that they would only send the Golden Eagle Tribe's legion fleet to assist you in eliminating the legion fleet that was suppressing us, right?
But what if I told you that what's on its way here right now isn't just the Golden Eagle tribe's fleet, but also the Dragonman tribe's fleet?
Meanwhile, in other important star systems controlled by our Revolutionary Army, we are facing threats from several dragonkin tribal fleets.
What do you think?
Do you still think you're very smart?
"Even if we are all wiped out, do you really think you bunch of clowns can negotiate with the Dragon Emperor?" The Black Fox Clan Chief released a projection of an interstellar sandbox.
The movements of the various Dragonkin fleets were clearly marked on it, all undoubtedly heading towards the Revolutionary Army's important base star systems.
One of them was heading straight for the starport where they were located.
"This...this is impossible...this is just the Dragon Clan trying to control the situation! It's not what you said!" The old councilor Yang lost his temper and once again denied the Black Fox Clan Chief's statement.
Chief Ted shook his head and sighed, saying, "Chief Foxya, please stop talking."
You can never wake someone who is pretending to be asleep.
Chief Ted gazed at the old sheep councilor and sighed deeply. This old sheep councilor could be considered one of the founders of the revolutionary army.
"Old Yang, I still remember your original belief when you overthrew Warhammer."
It was to prove the strength of your Sheep People that you led your people away from the War Sheep Tribe, which was already one of the twenty major tribes at the time, and formed the Sheep Tribe, the current revolutionary army.
You must prove your fellow Sheep Tribe wrong, and you must build a stronger and greater Sheep Tribe!
But what about now?
What's the difference between you and that war sheep tribe that follows the dragons?
"The only differences might be your fur color, the length of your horns, and the ridiculous look on your faces when you kneel down!" Chief Ted said, his anger at their lack of self-respect palpable.
Shut up! I've changed.
Why is that?
My children and my descendants have all died in this pointless struggle.
I can no longer watch my people sacrifice themselves.
"At least before I die, I want my people to live in peace. Am I wrong?" the old councilor roared.
"Sacrifice? Who hasn't made sacrifices? Since we've embarked on the path of revolution, sacrifice is inevitable."
If you were afraid of sacrifice, you shouldn't have left the War Sheep Tribe in the first place. You should have stayed obediently in the sheepfold woven for you by the Dragon People.
"Your actions will only disappoint your sacrificed children!" Chief Ted glared at the old sheep councilor with hatred.
The old councilor's expression turned frenzied as he drew his laser gun from his waist and aimed it at Chief Ted.
This frightened many people present.
Midier stood protectively in front of her father, while Fox Xin'er prepared for battle.
Time will prove me right!
"And you will be stuck here forever!" Enraged, the old sheep chieftain aimed at Chief Ted and pulled the trigger.
Bang.
