"Alright, let's do it this way!
Listen up, little humans: an eight-hundred-year truce, and you'll cede a million square kilometers from your controlled zone, then this matter will be over."
Urtado roared carelessly.
The atmosphere on site became oppressive all of a sudden, and the human strongmen all glared angrily.
If looks could kill dragons, only dragon meat would remain before them.
"Dragon Emperor, aren't you overreaching?
Such humiliating conditions aren't even worth negotiating.
If you want a fight, then let's fight; our Human Race will accompany you to the end!"
Hudson retorted directly.
As the Human Marshal, he had to remain tough on such occasions.
Negotiations are fine, but if not, it's off to war.
There were so many human strongmen still alive on site; pressing too hard and dragging these golden dragons down with them wouldn't be a problem at all.
As for how things would wrap up after the battle, that was a post-war issue.
