The people present were startled and shut up, but their eyes were still fixed on Palmeda. Their meaning was very clear. We can choose not to say it, but you must give us an explanation. With so many people killed and injured, we can't just let it go.
If you can't solve it, you don't have to be president anymore.
This is the way to kill someone, any dog can go up there!
"What do you want to do? Do you want to rebel?" Palmeda roared when he saw the gazes of the people below.
Having lived for so many years, he knew very well what to do in the current situation. He had to suppress these guys first and then deal with the problem.
If you show any weakness, the other party will find ways to tear you into pieces.
What alliance? Alliance is worthless in the face of interests and blame-shifting.
When nothing goes wrong, it's a good thing for everyone, but when something goes wrong, it's a life-and-death struggle.
Following Palmeda's roar, the others shifted their gaze. They didn't want to fight Palmeda here. What they needed was a result, not death in the conference room.
Seeing everyone being suppressed, Palmida finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there was still a chance.
"We are a coalition army, we are family. Now the undead are over there. Should we start a fight among ourselves and let the undead attack us?"
"Mobilizing the elite of all races, don't they know what to do? Fighting without casualties?"
"We're fighting the Undead, a race from legend. Don't you know this, or are you trying to play dumb with me?"
As Palmeda spoke, he stood up, walked to the center, and looked at everyone while leaning on his axe.
The loss was huge, but he felt that the responsibility lay entirely with him.
His judgment and instructions were correct, and he almost took down the Undead Fortress.
Now these bastards are trying to put all the blame on themselves. They are planning to take their lives before the battle is over. It's ridiculous.
"Instead of arguing here, we should think about how to face the coming battle. The undead will not let us go." Palmida's voice became low.
The sun was setting and the day was coming to an end. He was almost certain that when the sunlight disappeared and darkness came, the undead would come to kill him.
Even though they killed so many undead on the battlefield and it seemed that they caused great damage to the undead, who knows the actual situation, especially since they left so many corpses on the battlefield!
How do the undead come about? Aren’t they just corpses resurrected?
Once it gets dark, the combat effectiveness of the undead will increase. They are much stronger than during the day and will not let the coalition forces go.
Even if they wanted to retreat now, it would be too late and they would be chased and killed by the undead.
Palmeda's words reminded everyone present, and their faces changed immediately. They were so busy trying to shirk responsibility that they forgot that the undead were still there.
The other side is not an ordinary race. They will not stop fighting because of heavy losses. They are undead and they don’t care about the losses.
"We now need to let the soldiers eat, sleep, and rest well to prepare for the undead attack at night!"
"We are not here to argue over who is responsible for the deaths of 80,000 soldiers!"
"If you can survive this night, come and talk to me again."
Palmida said in a cold voice, and after that, he left the meeting room without paying any attention to the generals and clan leaders present.
(End of this chapter)
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