Damn it, if you weren't a ratman idiot, we might not have to pay so much.
But the words have been spoken, and Prince Gregory will definitely not go back on his word.
When coming to the Undead, the Troll King did give a bottom line of 2.5 times.
Because of the infected and demons, the trolls have fallen into an unprecedented disaster. With each passing day, the trolls become more dangerous.
Outsiders couldn't see anything, they just felt that there was war in the troll territory and fighting everywhere, but the situation was still stable.
Only the top trolls know that the trolls are now facing the crisis of genocide!
The trolls are quite capable in combat, but as they themselves said, their resistance to the gray fog is far inferior to that of the ratmen.
After each battle, a large number of troll warriors will be infected and transformed into demons.
After several battles, not only did the development momentum of the demons fail to be curbed, but the number of demons increased.
The trolls found that the only thing that could fight against the demons was the undead.
Only the undead are not afraid of the infected and can eliminate the demons.
In the face of the crisis of genocide, resources are no longer that important.
Resources can be accumulated, but if the trolls are wiped out, there will be nothing left.
In order to keep the trolls alive, the Troll King has spared no effort. Prince Gregory must bring back more undead troops!
Delchia's eyes widened as he stared at the troll in disbelief. "You, you, what the hell are you trolls doing? That's 2.5 times the resources!"
Gregory straightened his clothes, adjusted the golden hoop on his head, and said to Delcha, "Yes, 2.5 times the resources! We trolls are willing to pay so much. The Undead Legion is worth the price. Besides, we trolls are not as shameless as you ratmen. We will do what we say!"
His fellow troll nodded and added, "You ratmen are only fit to live in the dungeon. You really are nothing but rats, with no integrity at all. You can even take back what you've said."
Delqia's face turned pale, and then he was furious. His face turned red, but he didn't dare to say a word.
He first looked at Zhang Peng, who was staring at him with a gloomy face, then turned around and looked at Sayir behind him for help.
When Sayil saw Delqia looking at him, he shrugged with embarrassment, indicating that he was powerless.
He had just joined in the verbal fight, but he was not the one who made the offer. He didn't say anything. It was Delcha who spoke.
What could he do? He was just a businessman, oh, he was once a slave rat. How could he have the qualifications to participate in such a showdown between nobles?
Zhang Peng's cold voice came over, "Mr. Delqia, what's your final decision? Are you still planning to withdraw your triple offer? If so, we Undead may have to consider suspending our support for you Skaven. After all, I feel the Trolls are more sincere."
Del Qia shuddered and quickly shouted, "No, no, no, City Lord Zhang Peng, I have no intention of taking it back."
Zhang Peng continued to ask, "So, next, on behalf of the Rat People, are you willing to pay three times the previous fee to continue hiring the Undead Legion?"
Delqia swallowed and said, "No, no!"
Three times is really not enough!
That is more than what the trolls paid. The emperor will not forgive me. Even if the emperor forgives me, those elders and nobles will tear me to pieces!
Delchia's mouth was dry as he struggled, "We, the Skaven, are willing to contribute 2.5 times as much resources as the Trolls to win the support of the Undead."
"Ha, it's really embarrassing that you go back on your word." Liu Xingxing couldn't help but speak out.
Delqia immediately looked over and asked dissatisfiedly, "Who are you? Do you know that this is a meeting of three tribes?"
Li Ziyu sat where he was, took a sip of juice from his cup, and said leisurely, "Mr. Ratman, who do you think is allowed to sit on the side of the Undead? Of course, we represent the Undead. You also know that this is a meeting of three tribes, and you represent the Ratman tribe. I hope you will be careful with your words."
One sentence made Delqia shut up.
Zhang Peng took over the conversation, "We Undead are a race that values ​​credibility. Whether from the perspective of the Undead or from a businessman's perspective, I feel that credibility is extremely important. We do not welcome people who go back on their words, and we will not do business with people who go back on their words."
This is equivalent to telling Delqia that you have now come up with 2.5 times the value, which is impossible. We, the Undead, disagree!
If you want the Undead to continue sending Undead Legions to the Ratmen, you have to send them in triple numbers, otherwise we will break up.
Delqia was completely panicked. He didn't expect it to turn out like this.
"Ahem."
Sayil coughed lightly twice, stood up, and leaned close to Delqia's ear, "Promise it, Mr. Delqia, agree to it first."
Delcha looked at Sayil in disbelief.
You want me to promise?
That's three times!
Three times!
Which side are you on? Are you on the same side as the trolls?
Sayil looked at Delcha and explained in a low voice, "If the undead don't cooperate with us ratmen, it will cause a great crisis. Neither you nor I can bear this responsibility. We might even incur the wrath of the undead. For the sake of the ratmen, you have to agree."
"I'm going to die." Delqia whispered through gritted teeth.
Sayil looked at Delqia with pity, "The withdrawal of the Undead Army will arouse the wrath of the Undead. Mr. Delqia, even if you are a royal family, your entire family will die. If you promise to triple the resources and endure the wrath of the emperor, you may survive, and at least your family will not die."
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