With the permission of the patriarch, the ghost tribes who were kneeling on one knee stood up one after another.

"Let's go." Long was ready to lead his tribe members away from here.

But just as he turned around and wanted to push his father's wheelchair, someone in the prisoner camp behind stood up and shouted, "Slow down!"

The sub-ethnic race who stood up and shouted was a thin-faced demon snake race. He twisted his snake body and slowly crawled out of the prisoner camp.

This move immediately attracted the attention of the soldiers guarding the gate of the prisoner camp.

The two soldiers closest to picked up the bolt-moving rifle in their hands and pointed the muzzle at the demon snake clan.

"What do you want to do?" one of the soldiers warned.

The demon snake clan was very afraid of the weapons in the hands of the soldiers and stopped moving forward.

"Please rest assured, I'm not stupid enough to escape in front of you humans. Look at my little body, I can easily kill my life with just one bullet."

He spitted out a letter and said, "I just want to say something to the great leader of our Asian-Americans, this should be OK?"

"Just stand here and say." The soldier approved.

As long as there is no suspicion of escape, some small requests made by the prisoners can be met. This is what Owen ordered.

Seeing this, Long turned his head and looked at his father.

The Asians who suffered a crushing defeat must have split and disbanded long ago. The former leader Jiula could completely ignore other sub-ethnic races in the captive camp.

However, Jiula nodded to her son and expressed that she was willing to have a conversation with the demon snake clan.

Since that's the case, Long respected his father's decision and retreated to the side with his tribe members.

Jiula then turned her gaze to the demon snake clan and asked, "What do you want to say to me?"

"Dear leader."

The Demon Snake tribe showed a smiley expression and said sarcastically: "If I remember correctly, you have sworn to all of us that you will treat all tribes equally and will never be mixed with any personal affairs. In this case, you cannot just take away the compatriots of this tribe, and should save all of us."

As soon as these words were spoken, the other sub-ethnic races in the captive camp immediately reacted and all followed suit.

"Yes! The chief cannot speak without trust."

"That's right! We want to leave here too."

"Big leader, I want to go back to meet my wife and children, please."

These prisoners didn't care what conditions Jura had negotiated with the human king, so they were allowed to take away the ghost captives. They just wanted to leave this prison camp and return to the wilderness.

"quiet!"

Seeing this, all the soldiers outside the captive camp immediately raised their bolt-moving rifles and pointed them at the group of sub-people races who were shouting and venting their dissatisfaction.

One of the soldiers shouted loudly: "It is the demon snake tribe who is allowed to talk to, not you."

The prisoners knew the power of muskets and were so scared that they quickly closed their mouths to avoid angering the human soldiers.

"I did say such a vow."

After everyone calmed down, Jura replied: "If I were still the great leader of the Asian Union, I would keep my oath. Unfortunately, the Asian Union no longer exists, and I am not your great leader, so the oath will naturally be abandoned. Moreover, the person who decided whether you could let you go was not me, but His Majesty the King of Mankind. Even if I intend to save you, I cannot take you without his nod."

Hearing this, the prisoners' faces were full of despair.

The Asians are gone, who can save them?

Although human soldiers have said that they may regain their freedom even if they perform well, they will definitely not give it so easily.

"in addition."

Jura continued: "My son and I have sworn allegiance to King Wells of mankind and become his subordinates."

What?!

Not only the prisoners present were shocked, but even the Ghost Man Clan who had just been released did not expect that the clan leader would pay such a great price.

Anyway, the prisoners will know about this sooner or later, and Jiula doesn't mind telling it out here at all.

The same goes for the tribe members, and Jiula and Long will explain to them on the way back.

"I didn't expect that the arrogant ghost tribe was willing to be a human lackey, just like the lizard man."

The demon snake tribe took a special glance at Rusha not far away and said with resentment: "As enslaved by humans, you will sooner or later die."

"Hahaha."

Upon hearing this, Jiula couldn't help laughing a few times.

"I knew you would say that, but unfortunately you were wrong. You were just imagining out of thin air and didn't understand the situation of the mysterious forest. And I have been there in person. I have seen with my own eyes that the sub-ethnic races there built a brand new city with the help of King Wells. All the sub-ethnics lived a life without worrying about food and clothing. How could this perish?"

"There is no good result if we continue to fight with humans. The reason why I take the lead in taking this step is that I believe that only by doing this can we bring a bright future to our Ghost Tribe. No, all tribes in the wilderness."

The demon snake clan stared at Jiula coldly and thought for a long time before he could put a word on it.

"How do you know that the human king is not lying to you?"

"King Wells can lie to me, but will the millions of sub-people races in the Mystery Forest join hands with humans to lie to me?" Jiula retorted.

Then he said to the sub-ethnic race in the captive camp: "You have been here for a while. Think about it carefully, how many innocent humans have you killed in the southern border? Such a deep hatred, can King Wells order all of you to kill? No. As long as you abide by the rules, can human soldiers abuse you? Not only will you not, but you will also provide enough food to fill your stomach and continue working."

By this, the sub-ethnic races in the captive camp were really discovered.

They are still alive. As long as they don’t have any bad intentions, the human soldiers will not oppress them, they will have food guaranteed, and they will not do too much work, not to the point of exhaustion.

It seems that I was living better than before in the wilderness, but I didn’t have personal freedom.

There is no way, their identities are captives, and it is normal for them to be restricted from freedom.

Thinking of how he treated humans, many prisoners lowered their heads in shame.

"Don't confuse the crowd in that evil way!"

The Demon Snake Tribe quibbled: "Did humans have slaughtered few sub-people races in the past? It's not too much for us to kill a few more of them."

"You also know that those are things from the past. Hate will only bring more hatred. We avenge our past tribe members. When our descendants grow up, they will avenge us again, and the descendants of descendants will also avenge our previous generations. If this continues, there will never be an end."
Chapter completed!