All the high-ranking Templars, including Harens's deputy Duren, were urging him to be more liberal. At this time, the protoss could never afford to offend the swarm of allies.
The human insect swarm master is already very talkative. All he needs now is an apology. As long as Harens puts aside his so-called "eldest son of God" pride and bows his head to Xue Hua,
Even if you just make a show of it, you have passed this level.
As long as the insect swarm does not tear up the military cooperation agreement, everything will be easy to discuss next. If he wants compensation, he will pay it. As long as he doesn't go too far, any request can be discussed.
In a word, the current protoss desperately needs the special energy water on the sapphire planet to solve the urgent problem of population size. As long as this goal can be achieved, anything else can be discussed!
The way the protoss breeds the next generation is special, and the process is long and extremely dangerous. If they don't have that kind of energy water, with their small number of people, they probably won't need Xel'Naga to cause trouble, and they will slowly disappear in time.
In the long river.
And now that the connection between this universe and the universe where their hometown is located has been interrupted, they have no choice but to rely on their own efforts.
Therefore, no matter what, they must seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to strengthen their tribe!
However, even under the earnest persuasion of such a group of high-level star spirits, Harens just held his breath and refused to let go, refusing to apologize to Xue Hua no matter what.
His arrogant temper not only made the other protoss feel embarrassed and helpless, but also caused the unknown fire in the heart of his deputy Du Lun to rise by three thousand feet!
"Harens, are you going?" Du Lun asked him first in a very calm tone, but their executive officer still stared at the star map in front of him without saying a word.
"Snapped!"
Du Lun slapped the star map switch to turn off the star map, and then asked again in a somewhat irritable tone.
"Harlans, are you going to apologize or not?"
"..."
"You damn old stubborn!" Seeing that Harens continued to respond with silence, Duren finally couldn't bear it anymore.
A faint green light lit up with a buzzing sound on his right wrist, and a layer of dancing black mist gradually enveloped his body, as if he was ready to fight.
"Duren! What are you going to do?!" Harens looked at his old friend in disbelief. At the same time, the psychic matrix on his armor was quickly activated, and a layer of shield wrapped him in it.
"What are you doing? I'm going to wake you up, Hundan! Do you know how low we have fallen now? The number of our people has been declining for a long time, and many places in the colonial hub are simply empty.
There are only a few scattered people in the residential area, and even the most important machinery factories only have intelligent machines at work!"
"When the Glory Battleship sailed out of the Star Gate, the cheers of our people should have sounded below the Star Gate, but what did you hear? How many more people came to the hub square below the Star Gate?!
Wake up, Harlans! Don’t indulge in the dream of ‘the eldest son of God’! In this universe, we are not the ‘eldest son’, and we are not even the master!
We are just outsiders in this universe, and we are the kind of outsiders who have just laid down their roots!
At this time, we urgently need the help of a reliable ally to gain a firm foothold, and since you have chosen to accept the olive branch offered by the swarm, you must correct your mentality to face our position!"
Du Lun finished this sentence in one breath, then let out a long sigh, raised his green eyes and looked at the old man not far away, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.
"You are our leader. You represent our will. Our people need your decision to save them. They chose to follow you without hesitation. Please don't let them down!"
Duren's words were like a sharp blade that penetrated deeply into Harens's heart. He felt a deep pain and suffering, as well as self-blame rolling in his chest.
The moment he led the fleet to take revenge on the "inferior natives" on the Sapphire Planet with anger, hatred and deep pride, the fate of the protoss colonial fleet he led had already come to an end.
A crossroads.
Later, he returned with his fleet abandoned and abandoned, and the entire Protoss Hub was once again plunged into gloom and mist.
But the proud eldest sons of God were not knocked down by difficulties. They stood up again. They developed technology and redesigned battleships. Phase technicians worked day and night. The tapping of metal could be heard anytime and anywhere in the heavy factory.
Voice.
In the mine not far from the pivot point, the tribesmen even directed the exploration machine to transport all the resources they could find back to the furnace to supply the Star Gate for the design and construction of new warships.
Finally, their hard work paid off, and the appearance of the Glory-class battleship seemed to let the entire protoss community see the glory of the golden fleet in the past.
However, at this moment, new blows came one after another. The hostile race that they looked down upon, those ugly and evil murlocs who could only live in the water, actually cracked the psychic recognition defense of their ships and captured the people they captured.
All those protoss warships have become their accomplices!
This news once again brought a huge blow to the protoss who had just cheered up. Every protoss was reflecting on what attitude they should take to face this completely unfamiliar and unknown universe?
As their leader, Harlans has actually been reflecting on it.
He actually already understood everything Du Lun just said, but the pride and glory of the past still restrained him, making him unable to let go of his self-esteem and unable to lower his once noble head.
But what he said was right. Compared with the vain face, "lizi" is obviously more important. Perhaps the protoss should let go not only of the memories of past glory, but also of the vanity of the so-called "eldest son of God".
They must observe the universe from a new perspective and explore this unknown new space with the utmost caution.
The Golden Fleet is not here, and the Archbishop cannot take care of them.
All they can rely on is themselves...well...and maybe that ally?
Thinking of this, Harens suddenly raised his head, and after a burst of ups and downs of psychic energy on his body, he slowly released his psychic defense.
"Maybe you're right, it seems it's time to change..."
"I'm glad you finally figured it out. To be honest, I really don't want to beat you up in front of your men."
Duren happily put away his psychic blade.
"Ha! You old guy! It's not certain who will deal with who in a real fight! Have you forgotten who was the first to beg for mercy in the training ground last time?"
"I let it slip that time, otherwise you thought you could win?"
"Hey, tough-talking old guy, okay, I will contact the guy from the swarm and get the fleet ready. This time, we will succeed no matter what!"
