Just as Ling Hao and his party were returning one after another.
On a small island thousands of miles away from Daxia, in a huge medieval-style castle, a group of people were sitting in a conference room.
The people here come from seven or eight different countries, and they are all among the top ten in the world. They are representatives of the war departments of these countries.
On the projection screen in front, several sets of pictures were played. The content in the pictures made ordinary people feel a little uncomfortable. All of them were broken limbs and rivers of blood.
If Ling Hao were here, he would be able to recognize him at a glance. The scene in the picture is the scene of several battles he has led in the past two or three years.
The countries involved include Tianyin Kingdom, Yunfeng Kingdom, Dongyuan Kingdom, Nanchi Kingdom, etc.
"Everyone, you must have seen these pictures several times, right?" A man with white skin and curly hair lit a cigar and smoked it before continuing.
"Everyone should know very well that the five or six wars in the picture are all led by the Blood Shadow Team of Daxia Kingdom!"
"Lord George, you summoned representatives from several of our countries here not just for us to look at a few sets of pictures, right?" A white woman in her fifties picked up the teacup in front of her and took a sip.
"Haha! That's natural!" The curly-haired man blew out a string of smoke rings.
"Lord George, if you have anything to say, please just say it. Our time is limited!" Another man with a hooked nose said slightly impatiently.
"Sir Hunter, are you in a hurry?" The curly-haired man smiled faintly.
"Don't forget, in that battle a hundred years ago, your country cut off one of the national destiny routes of Great Xia!"
"Aren't you worried that one day, Daxia's million-blood shadow team will step into your territory?"
"Lord George, what do you mean, threatening me?" Hunter frowned and continued.
"In that battle a hundred years ago, your Beijian Kingdom also contributed a lot. Daxia Kingdom wants to retaliate, and you can't escape either!"
"Haha, is that right? Then, do you think, based on the current status and strength of Beijian Country, the Great Xia Congress will start with Beijian Country or your country?" The curly-haired man sneered.
"You..." Hunter frowned again.
"Okay, you two, stop arguing now!" A dark-skinned man on the right tried to dissuade him.
Then he looked at the curly-haired man: "Mr. George, stop showing off. Why did you summon us here?"
"Everyone here is a representative of the participating countries in the battle of Daxia a hundred years ago." The curly-haired man took another puff of cigarette and continued.
"I believe that none of you want to see Daxia return to its heyday of prosperity and congratulations from all nations, right?"
"This is natural!" the woman from before replied: "If Daxia's national power returns to its peak, they will inevitably settle old accounts from a hundred years ago with our countries!"
"But do you know that if Daxia Kingdom is allowed to continue developing like this, this day will probably come soon!" the curly-haired man replied in a deep voice.
"It shouldn't be possible!" The dark-skinned man took a puff of his cigarette.
"A hundred years ago, we cut off all five avenues of national destiny of Daxia. In the past hundred years, their national destiny has been damaged. Even if it accumulates for a hundred years, there should be nothing to worry about, right?"
"Haha, Lord Leo, you haven't paid attention to the affairs of Daxia Kingdom for a long time, right?" The curly-haired man sneered again.
"With Daxia's current strength, there is nothing to worry about. Naturally, I have no interest in paying attention to them!" the man said with a dismissive expression.
"Really? Do you know the background of the pictures just now?" The curly-haired man pointed at the projection screen and continued to speak.
