Xue Ya had been silent before, but now he exploded into a rage, shouting so hard that others didn't even have the courage to look at each other.
After hearing this, Ku Gu's face became even more ugly.
Xue Ya was half his nephew, so that was all he said.
At the beginning, I wanted to use Blood Cliff to establish my authority and let the leaders of other tribes open their eyes and stop being the kind of rabble who hide when they get in trouble and come to them when they get benefits.
Now Xueya has sent the excuse directly to him. If he doesn't show some dignity as the leader of the alliance, then Shangxue City will be in vain! A bunch of selfish things, they really think that it is a big deal to assemble a team of 3 billion.
Already?
They actually had the nerve to communicate privately and secretly formed a small alliance in an attempt to compete with the Kumo Tribe, Blood Cliff Tribe, and Black Feather Tribe.
War is not a child's play. If you engage in this kind of separatist trick, everyone will die sooner or later! Kuguda's face was so dark that the leaders of the small tribes who were watching the fun were at a loss as if they had eaten something.
Originally, the old priest was also watching the fun, but suddenly Du Sheng whispered a few words in his ear, and the old priest was stunned.
Just when Kuguda was about to erupt, the old priest said: "Kuguda leader, please be patient!"
"Um?"
Ku Gu turned his head to look at the old priest and asked in a deep voice: "Xue Xiong, I respect you as the priest of the Xue Mo Clan, so I let you enter the camp to discuss important military matters.
According to our previous agreement, you can only watch and listen today, and you are not allowed to point fingers at the actions of our tribal coalition..." "Chief Kuguda, I have no intention of intervening in the affairs of your tribal coalition, but I just want to ask this person about some details.
...The leader of Blood Cliff.”
The old priest smiled.
"Excuse me, old priest."
Xue Ya was quite respectful to the old priest.
After all, these demon tribes in the east of the Bloodmoor Wilderness are strictly speaking descendants of the Blood Spirit Demon King, and are inextricably related to the current Bloodmoor Demon Clan.
It was only the differences in political opinions that led to the split between the demon clans in the eastern and western parts of the Bloodmoor Wasteland.
After thousands of years of development, their respective demon clans have formed.
Over the years, the two sides have had frictions with each other and small disputes have continued, but fortunately there has been no major war.
The old priest is the eldest among the many tribes of the Bloodmoor Demon Tribe. Regardless of his status or background, he is a well-known presence in the Bloodmoor Wasteland.
When facing the old priest, Xue Ya was still a little afraid.
"You just said that there was a huge defeat at the beginning, and then the armies rushed to run, and you could only lead your own troops and governors to resist the enemy's pursuit.
In other words, at the last critical moment, you used hundreds of thousands to resist five million elite Montenegrin allies?"
"At that time, there were more than hundreds of thousands of our troops fighting back, and there were also many injured soldiers, at least millions.
It was they who risked their lives to hold off the enemy and give us a chance to counterattack."
Xueya didn't hide anything, didn't take credit, and recounted the battle situation that happened at that time in detail.
The war situation at that time was very tragic. There were 100 million demon troops from the three major tribes, and almost everyone was disabled. However, they still carried out their orders desperately.
If they hadn't cooperated with Xue Ya at the critical moment, Xue Ya might not have been able to escape death.
The only thing that is certain is that except for these three major demon tribes, none of the demon army soldiers from other small tribes participated in the battle.
Even though their losses were heavy, they were solely to blame.
"So, the real combat power of the elite demon army of the Black Mountain Alliance is almost the same as that of the blood cliff leader's personal army?"
The old priest looked at Kuguda.
"Kugu beats the leader, this is a very important piece of information.
Although we lost this battle, on a certain level, we did not say it, but actually won a huge victory!"
"To put it lightly."
Kuguda also understood the meaning of the old priest’s words, “Xue Xiong, even if the elites of the Montenegrin Alliance have the same combat power as the pro-army forces of our major leaders.
However, there are a billion of them! If we, the tribal alliance, hit all the pro-soldiers with high combat effectiveness, it would be tens of millions.
What a huge difference between tens of millions and one billion! Is this also called victory?
Let me see, our chances of winning are even smaller..." The old priest thought for a while and it seemed to make sense.
You must know that among the major demon tribes, pro-army soldiers are definitely warriors who have been selected through layers of selection.
Not to mention his level, just in terms of combat prowess, he is the best among his peers.
On the battlefield in the Demon Realm, the two sides are in a stalemate, almost all at the same level.
Very few high-level warriors would abandon their equally matched opponents to bully the demonic army who were at a lower level.
This is an unwritten rule, and it also echoes the pride of the warrior warriors in the demon world.
In some respects, this is the embodiment of respect for the strong! Only when the battle is coming to an end and the winner has been decided between the two sides, those high-level warriors will take action against the remaining soldiers and generals in order to harvest the battle.
As for the one billion demon army in Shangxue City, their warrior levels are all above the divine elixir realm, and their combat power must not be underestimated.
The tens of billions of demonic armies assembled in the Blood Moor Wasteland are ten times the number of the demonic armies of the Shangxue City, but the number of masters above the divine elixir level is estimated to be only two to three billion.
In normal times, two to three billion demonic armies would have been crushed against one billion demonic armies.
But now, after figuring out the opponent's combat power, it's no longer certain! They are also in the divine elixir realm, and the distinction between superior and inferior is very obvious.
The masters of the divine elixir realm of the Montenegrin Alliance can not only compare with one to ten, but they can fight bloody battles against several times more opponents at the same time.
In the Bloodmoor Wasteland tribal alliance, they were clearly dozens of times outnumbered by the enemy, but they were still killed and their armor was thrown off.
It doesn't matter if the old priest's analysis is not mentioned, but it will be even more frustrating if it is mentioned.
At this moment, a person behind the old priest suddenly stood up and said loudly.
"Kugu beats the leader. Because of this, our chances of winning are even greater!"
"Um?"
Everyone looked around immediately and saw Du Sheng slowly walking to the front, standing in front of the sand table in the middle of the camp, and starting to analyze the layout.
"Everyone, please see, the opponent's soldiers are dozens of times better than ours, and the situation is completely one-sided. However, at the last moment, Blood Cliff only relied on hundreds of thousands of elites to behead nearly a million enemy troops! Leader of Blood Cliff, what you just said
Only when millions of our soldiers are holding back the other side can you confront them head-on.
In other words, in the final frontal battle, the number of troops on both sides was almost the same.
The vast majority of our soldiers are millions of seriously injured soldiers, while the other side is waiting for work and is full of energy.
Our main force on the frontal battlefield is actually you and your soldiers, right?"
"Um."
Xue Ya nodded.
"Allow me to ask you a few questions.
Without you soldiers, what would be the final fate of millions of soldiers?"
Du Sheng asked.
"Death is certain!"
Xue Ya has no doubts about this result.
"Without the cooperation of millions of disabled soldiers, can you defeat the five million elites of the Montenegrin Alliance?"
Du Sheng asked again.
“Very difficult!”
Xue Ya shook his head.
It was not that he was not confident enough, but he had deep doubts about the combat power of his own demon army after witnessing the opponent's devastating combat power.