It would be better to follow the Wolf Pack Civilization and die on the battlefield,
than to kneel like a dog, being whipped and driven to the more brutal Orion Star Group battlefield as cannon fodder!
Once the Merciful National Master finished distributing tasks and military tiers, they looked towards the Wolf Lord.
At the same time, the entire Wolf Pack Civilization also looked towards this supreme deity-like Emperor.
"If we defeat the Black Sun Clan, from now on this Star Nebula will be unified, the Myriad Tribes will prosper, and the descendants of all those who died will be supported by the Wolf Pack Civilization! If we lose, I will bury my bones alongside the rest on the battlefield! All species within this Star Nebula will become pigs, dogs, cattle, and sheep of the Black Sun Clan!
So the military achievements lie in this battle, the power lies in this battle, and the future of this Star Nebula lies in this battle! Do you dare to fight, gentlemen? Can you win, gentlemen?"
