"Okay," William curled his lips, wondering in his heart whether the old man said this on purpose to show that he would not lie?
To convince yourself that everything he said before is true?
"What you want to express is that your hostile compatriots pose a greater threat to Blue Star than you do?
So, as a Blue Star person, I should prevent the healing spells from flowing into the hands of the transformed iron-blooded people?"
"That's right," the iron-blooded leader nodded without hesitation, "at least we won't carry out any species modification on Blue Star.
I didn’t even think about invading Blue Star and taking this place as my own. To some extent,
Because of our internal strife, we have helped you block the invasion of the Iron-Blooded Transformers for more than two thousand years."
Even if William doesn't believe this, it is true that there has never been an alien invasion in the human world.
In other words, there was an invasion, but it did not reach a large scale and was blocked by an unknown supernatural being or alien force.
"Then what is the form of the war between you now?"
After William asked, he saw the iron-blooded leader thinking about something blankly. He thought about it and there was no need to guess.
A normal point and a direct transformation.
The more rational Predators may have a better future for the whole group in the long run.
Not to mention anything else, as long as the interstellar group that is also rational will prefer to come into contact with this kind of iron-blooded warrior,
But just like normal people can't defeat a reformed madman.
That's for sure if the rational faction's iron-blooded warriors are overwhelmed by the reform faction's individual soldiers.
Does this mean that in order to allow the two forces to fight longer, kill more people, and balance the forces, I have to have an assistant with wisdom and iron blood.
But these are just one-sided words from the old man in front of me, who knows if what he said is true.
William was hesitating when he heard an answer that was somewhat different from his guess.
The old iron blood replied, "We have an absolute advantage in terms of overall strength, otherwise we wouldn't be able to occupy such a large galaxy.
But to be honest, the interstellar space is so huge. There are hundreds of billions of stars in just one Milky Way galaxy, and the number of attached planets must be multiplied by about ten.
Those rats in Transformed Iron Blood are strong individually, but they have been hiding in the dark, hunting my people.
So, as long as we can get the healing spell in your hand, even if we can't find their main base,
But when a three-person team meets on various planets in the universe, during a battle, the probability of survival of my people will be doubled, while the survival rate of the modified iron-blooded people will be doubled.
As long as we wait hundreds or thousands of years, the living space of these rats will slowly shrink and completely become wanderers without a base."
This, William was shocked to hear the old iron-blooded plan, waiting for hundreds or thousands of years?
Are wars in the interstellar world measured in hundreds of years?
If human beings could develop freely for thousands of years, or even just a few hundred years, wouldn't it mean that by then humans would have evolved from prey to prey?
In turn, he became a hunter?
Life forms that in turn invade other galaxies?
To know the entire history of mankind, it is a history of war.
Some lunatics will fight even when they know they can't beat them. From now on, mankind will be completely developed.
Will he be called a madman by other races in the universe? Or a standing locust?
Thinking of this, William couldn't help but shudder. This is really not impossible. Unless there is a force that can crush it, it is not that simple to make some people honest.
Perhaps it started when William visited the starship and the alien planet suitable for human survival.
Whether mankind's future destiny will be survival or destruction, only God knows.
Forget it, William shook his head violently, thinking helplessly, there is really no need to think too much about this kind of problem.
According to the current development momentum, maybe in one or two hundred years, we will be faced with the problem of not finding a new planet for immigrants.
Blue Star itself can no longer bear so many people.
Just as he was sighing with emotion, he saw the iron-blooded leader also sighing, "You are so lucky that such a thing as a healing spell can appear in Blue Star."
"Um?"
When William came back to his senses, he heard the iron-blooded leader continue, "As a friend, I would like to give you a kind reminder.
There is a very important rule of survival in the universe, that is, when you are weak and attract attention from others, you must either be worthless and make people ignore you.
Otherwise, you have to have something that others need, but whether it is to exchange or buy this kind of thing,
You have to give other people in need a chance to get it, otherwise robbery or war will be inevitable."
"What if someone just wants to get something for nothing?"
This is not impossible. Anyway, An Lanxing's thinking is that he is so powerful than others that he can't even resist, so why not grab him if he can.
"It's possible," the iron-blooded leader showed a slight smile, "but you are very lucky, at least in the galaxy I know,
There are very few bandit races, and they are not strong enough. Races that can develop into interstellar navigation and rule a galaxy are all highly civilized races.
Civilization means prosperity, but also means a kind of restraint on one's own behavior. As for individual lunatics,
This is something that no ethnic group can avoid."
Well, when the iron-blooded old man said this, the idea he wanted to express was already very clear. If you have what I want and you don’t want to sell it, then don’t blame me for robbing it.
Even if he could control the iron blood in front of him, their conversation must have been transmitted to the spacecraft staying in space.
The price of falling out is too high.
It seems that before you come into contact with other aliens, you only have one customer. If this customer has what you need, can you still not sell it?
"Okay, I agree to sell you the healing charm first." William nodded in agreement and asked, "However, if you want the business to last long, you have to come up with something that can interest me."
Hearing William's agreement, the iron-blooded leader showed a smile on his face, took out a lighter-sized luminous crystal from his pocket, and handed it over.
William took it and scanned it directly with smart glasses, and heard the iron-blooded leader say,
"This is an energy crystal, a common currency among the stars, and also a common energy source for most spaceships. Each one will give you a healing spell."
"One for one? So this thing is a mass product?"
William held the energy crystal and was about to raise the price when he heard the Sunday report, "Sir, the energy of the energy crystal in your hand is,
It is more than a hundred times the main energy source of the Mark III armor and the small Ark reactor."
Then I heard the iron-blooded leader say, "Although it is indeed a mass product, it can provide energy for a micro-spacecraft under 30 meters to operate for a day.
In the future, if you want to sail in the solar system, this thing is also essential for you, and only with this kind of energy can you achieve space jumps."
"ok, one for one",
William didn't hesitate this time. One energy crystal alone was worth hundreds of small Ark reactors.
He won't refuse.
Healing spells can be easily obtained by oneself, and although the energy crystals mastered by the iron-blooded leader are of equally low value to him,
But these are things that both parties need, which makes William sigh, it seems that interstellar trading has great potential.
Just take out something and it will make him greedy.