The Rat Chief wiped cold sweat from his brow and dismissed the ambush troops before leading Zhou Nong into the underground palace.
The entrance to the underground palace was very spacious. Zhou Nong walked inside, and a young Rat gave him a wooden stick.
The moment Zhou Nong took the wooden stick, a blue flame ignited at its tip.
The young Rat snorted coldly at Zhou Nong, immediately drawing a reprimand from the Rat Chief.
"Don't be rude!"
The young Rat could only slink away, somewhat embarrassed. The Rat Chief didn't look back at him, shaking his head: "That child, we've spoiled him."
By the dim blue light, Zhou Nong could barely make out the surrounding environment. Although the place was relatively spacious, it was somewhat crude. The various facilities were made of earth or wood, and the workmanship was rough.
Occasionally, there would be some exquisite trinkets, but they were completely out of place with the surroundings. It was obvious at a glance that they were spoils of war from the Rat race, snatched from some unlucky fellow.
Even if their current environment was awkward, they were still one of the victorious races, towering above all the myriad races.
"You humans, still want to form an alliance with us again? Could it be that your current strength, with so many trump cards as you say, still needs to ally with us?"
The Rat Chief's first question after sitting down was very sharp.
"The once powerful victorious races, they also believed they could wipe out the human race. Why did they still need to ask for your help?"
Zhou Nong didn't pause at all, retorting.
"In other words, you don't actually have an overwhelming advantage over us, right? You're also afraid of suffering heavy losses after wiping out the eight races."
The Rat Chief looked at Zhou Nong thoughtfully.
"According to you, your human race has at least two spies among the eight races, plus the Voidsky Cranes and affiliated races…"
Zhou Nong looked at him with a smile that was not a smile: "Even so, we are still unwilling to take risks. Obtaining the greatest benefit with the least sacrifice is our habit."
The nine-headed Rat Chief frowned and feigned a cold laugh: "Aren't you afraid that I'll tell all of this to the other races and ruin your grand plan?"
"You won't. I'm always accurate in judging people. You are a smart leader who knows what to do at what time."
Saying that, Zhou Nong laughed: "What about the Voidsky Crane? He is also a smart leader. I believe you have also seen that even if your eight races join forces now, no one would be willing to deal with them."
"We are just unwilling to deal with them, it doesn't mean we can't deal with them."
The Rat Chief retorted somewhat stubbornly.
"Yes, unwilling to deal with them, but whether you can't deal with them or are unwilling to deal with them, the result is the same for the Voidsky Crane race. They are living very comfortably now, not having to worry like the myriad races. To be honest, can you really feel at ease staying in the Eight Great Races Alliance?"
Zhou Nong changed his tone, and his entire expression changed. His eyes stared at the Rat Chief, as if seeing through his heart.
"You won't feel at ease either, right? Although you are now called allies, and you have spread the news that your alliance is so unbreakable, the more you say that, the more it proves that you are actually not confident in your hearts."
"Which of you present are not old foxes? Especially those of you who are relatively weaker in strength, I don't mean to offend you, I'm just stating the facts, life is not easy, is it?"
"Moreover, your position in the alliance, according to the information I have obtained, should not be very high, right? Do you really think that joining the alliance means you won't be coerced? In fact, you are still being controlled."
"Alright, I won't force you. I've said a lot today, and even revealed a lot of my hand to you. I hope your choice won't make you regret it. I've said all I need to say. We'll meet again soon."
Zhou Nong still had a smile on his face, very confident. He bowed to the nine-headed Rat and walked out of the underground palace.
Watching his back, the Rat elders around him gathered.
"Can we believe what he said?"
The Rat Chief's expression was somewhat solemn: "I didn't notice it before, but now that he said it, the other victorious races seem to be a little strange."
"Then can you tell which two races are the human race's internal agents?"
"Now that I think about it, every race is a little suspicious. I don't know if it's just my psychological effect."
"But since Zhou Nong has said so, then there's an eighty percent chance that there are, because this matter is too in line with the human race's consistent style."
The Rat Chief was worried: "It's too difficult to choose. Now the human race is forcing us to bet."
"Looking at the Voidsky Crane race, they seem to be doing pretty well now."
The Rat Chief shook his head: "We can't only look at the immediate gains and losses. They are conducting a big gamble. Once they lose, it will be the extermination of their race."
Several Rats "squeaked" and discussed for a long time, but they still didn't have an answer.
Zhou Nong left the Rat's territory, his back already full of sweat, but he still forcibly maintained his smile and headed towards the next territory.
Whether the Rat Chief is willing to form an alliance with the human race or not is irrelevant. As long as they know that there are internal agents within the eight great races, that's enough. Looking at the Rat Chief's reaction just now, he has probably already believed what I said.
It's just that the nine-headed Rat family is not enough. The real danger is still behind.
…
Besides Zhou Nong, the human race was also taking other measures at this moment.
"Old Huang, slow down, you're killing me."
The man's inner voice came from his mind. The old man used his psychic beast to transmit his inner voice back.
"Damn it, hurry up. This matter concerns the entire human race's grand plan. If you screw up, I won't spare you when we get back!"
The old man called "Old Huang", although he looked old, with snow-white hair and deeply sunken eye sockets, with no deterrent force at all, was actually only thirty years old this year.
He was a psychic beastmaster in his prime, and also a graduate of the Imperial Academy, but he specialized in theoretical knowledge rather than combat.
In the practical application of psychic beastmastery, he could be said to be a master of perfection.
For example, his current old and decrepit appearance was a disguise made through psychic abilities.
The young man behind him was Old Huang's apprentice. Although his name had nothing to do with the word "Huang", he was still nicknamed Little Huang by everyone.
Old Huang had put a lot of effort into this apprentice, and would let Little Huang train whenever he had the chance.
The two races that were discovered to have been destroyed not long ago were Little Huang's masterpiece. Although it had exceeded the official's psychological expectations, Old Huang was still very dissatisfied.
"Damn it, if I had gone, they wouldn't have noticed anything unusual for decades!"
Because this matter was of great importance, Old Huang had to do it himself, but even so, he still brought Little Huang along.
"We're here, get ready!"
