In the secret room, all the leaders of the fallen races made their own decisions.
The support rate for the fight is overwhelming...
Because at this time, no one will object, they are all full of confidence in themselves.
In the face of such huge interests, if we don't fight for it, the balance of power in the Red Leaf Forest Islands will tilt little by little...
After all, the "Wu Ling Tribe" has "God's Chosen" stationed here, and they don't have...
A "chosen one" who can, to a certain extent, draw on the power of great beings and be blessed by those in higher positions.
Regardless of whether the "Wu Ling Clan" has this intention or not, their race will gradually break the balance here.
Therefore, no matter what the considerations were, they needed to add a new "God's Chosen One" to balance the local power.
In this regard, the "sea tribe" is the most intense...
Because they are the only ones who have not had any "God's Chosen" appear so far.
Among other races, there is always one or two "Chosen Ones" in the entire race, but for unknown reasons, they have none.
However, just as they were discussing when to launch the attack and in what form, a deafening sound suddenly broke out, interrupting everyone's conversation.
"What happened? What happened?"
Everyone in the secret room was stunned, and they all walked out and looked towards the place where the sound came from.
Thick smoke rose from there, and people's screams could be heard faintly...
"In that direction... the port was attacked?"
After a brief observation, they realized that the port was mainly a port for outsiders to dock!
Of course, the survivors and the fallen races cannot mix together in the place where they dock. They all have their own gathering areas so that they can stick together and not be bullied.
Where the smoke rises is the direction of those outsiders...
At this moment, a big "?" flashed through their minds.
They just made the decision and voted, but haven't finished discussing the corresponding plan yet...
Why did a fight break out over there
The Wu Ling tribe member's eyes swept over everyone, and he was sure that the attack was not initiated by people from their place.
Confused, they moved closer...
Then, everyone's faces began to become more gloomy, and finally stopped at a higher position...
Looking down from here, you can have a panoramic view of the port.
At this moment, the scene in the port area was extremely chaotic. Various survivors such as the "Sea Clan" and "Ghouls" were fighting with outsiders and those puppets.
The sounds of bombing, screaming, and cursing came one after another, making the place a complete mess.
"Go, catch these lambs! Sacrifice them to the Great Lord!"
"Retreat quickly! Retreat quickly! These degenerate races are attacking us..."
"Hurry back to your ship! Prepare to break out!"
"Help, help, I've been stabbed, I've been stabbed, who has a recovery card..."
...
Hearing these chaotic noises, the faces of several leaders present looked extremely ugly, which disrupted their steps.
Their plans were not well arranged, their interests were not distributed well, and most importantly, they had just made the final decision and the encirclement had not been set up at all.