Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

"So, is this what you think?" There was no expression on Luo Rong's face, and his cold pupils looked directly at Luo Hao.

"This is the only way for the Night Clan to survive. Only in this way will we not perish."

Luo Hao didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with what he said.

But for Luo Rong, this was a huge betrayal.

"Use the lives and freedom of countless Night people to exchange for the lives and freedom of a small number of Night people?"

"This is cruel, I know, but this is the only way we have left, otherwise we can only perish. We have no way out."

"Ha!" Luo Rong sneered.

"Don't you think it's shameful to live at the expense of the lives of your own compatriots?"

Luo Hao was stunned, but soon he understood.

It seems that his persuasion has failed.

"Shameful? I don't know what's so shameful about this!"

"Isn't it shameful only when all the strong men of the Night Clan are killed and all the civilians of the Night Clan become slaves?"

"I am thinking about the future of the Night Clan, and I am doing this for the sake of the entire Night Clan!"

Luo Hao roared, staring at Luo Rong with angry eyes, seemingly not feeling that he had done anything wrong.

After hearing Luo Hao's roar, Luo Rong became even more angry.

"Our strong ones exist to protect the weak! But as a strong man and a king of a country, you now choose to abandon your subjects and the people you should protect! Isn't this shameful!"

"A person who abandons his own race is meaningless even if he lives!"

"I would rather leave corpses everywhere than give up on a compatriot! This is the Night Clan! This is the rule of Roland Continent!"

Facing Luo Rong's precise words, Luo Hao finally couldn't help but explode.

"Weak people don't deserve to live in this world!"

He roared angrily, looking at Luo Rong, his eyes became extremely red.

"They are not worthy of living in this world. This is a world where the strong are respected. What nonsense is there to protect the weak? Protecting them will only become a constraint for the strong! The purpose of the weak is to sacrifice for the strong!"

After hearing these words, Luo Rong was stunned.

He looked at the man in front of him, and for the first time he felt that he looked so strange.

"You are no longer the king of Zilan Kingdom, and you are no longer a resident of Roland Continent."

Luo Rong looked haggard, and his voice sounded a little tired.

But after Luo Hao heard these words, he smiled instead of getting angry.

"Yes, there is indeed one person who is leaving Roland Continent today, but it's not me!"

"Do it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the main hall was kicked open suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of weird-looking guys ran in.

These guys don't look like the Night Tribe, nor the Human Tribe, nor any other race or the Zerg Tribe.

Their skin is wrinkled and slightly white, making them look like white flesh.

"Clothworm!"

Chu Tian recognized what these guys were wearing at a glance.

It was the Clothed Insect that Chu Tian saw on the twelve traitors when he killed them in the Abyss Continent.

Thinking about it, these guys should have been given Clothing Worms by the Zerg.

"Sorry uncle, there can only be one great emperor in Roland Continent, and this great emperor must lead them to survive."