Mage with knife

There are a total of twenty-odd demigods in the Demi-temple, and nine of them didn't come, which is a big deal.

What Senna and Dick didn't know was that at this time, in the meeting hall of the Semi-temple, the remaining nine were already making a huge noise.

"Arctic Continent is the Arctic Continent for all Snow people. We are fighting on the front line. Why do the demigods of those big families..."

There are also demigods from big families fighting here, but only a very small number.

"I think there is no point in trying to fight. There are at least twenty Spartan demigods. We cannot fight demigods who are not Snow people. There are too many opponents and we really can't withstand them."

"As you said, do we give up on the demi-temple? Many of the important treasures of cultivation are in this demi-temple. Once we give up, what else will we have?"

"So what if we push him down? Everyone will die here. Could it be that the future of the Snow people depends on the demigods of the nine big families? Haha!"

"I believe that the nine family demigods will not ignore the overall situation and will definitely come."

"It's been almost a month. Hundreds of saints have died, and four demigods have died. When will the nine of them come? When we are all dead, it will be useless if the nine of them come again.

Fighting more with less?"

Yes, if a few more demigods die, even if the demigods from the Snow family come to reinforce them, the numerical disadvantage will be irreversible.

"I will fight to the death to keep the Demi-Temple!"

"Fight to the death? Well, then next time you go out to fight by yourself and die."

"What did you say?"

"Okay, stop arguing. We are all sitting here to solve problems. What's the use of arguing?" Sitting at the top is the boss of the demi-temple and the most powerful person in combat, Diego!

"Schmeichel, Laudrup, why don't you two talk? What do you two think?" Diego asked. No matter how powerful he is in fighting, he is only one person, and he must listen to everyone's opinions.

"Someone told me that regardless of race or dynasty, there are ups and downs. The general trend is forced to reverse, and human power cannot do it." The speaker was Schmeichel. Schmeichel had long heard Dick say, Schmeichel

The Nuo people have fallen, no, it’s coming.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, didn't the Seven-Star Bloodline Family, which was hegemonic on the mainland for a while, also decline? Now, it's our Snow people's turn.

I know that some of the people here are unwilling to give in. So what if we are not willing to give in? Even if we are all killed in the battle, the remaining nine demigods of the big family will be scattered, which will not help.

A few of them can live comfortably in the future for their own families, so what's the point of us dying in battle?"

Schmeichel's words sounded a bit sad, but is this the reality?

"Someone told me that they have a family behind them and they cannot afford to die. Once they die, the family will decline. What can they do? The Spartans cannot tolerate them, so they can only take their family to seek refuge.

The divine religion...the divine religion can tolerate them for a while, but sooner or later they will be eliminated."

There was some silence at the scene. Even though what Schmeichel said was not nice, so what?

"Those who can come to this semi-temple to risk their lives are all good men who are willing to sacrifice their lives for the Snow people. If these Snow people are all killed in the battle, is there any hope for the Snow people?"

Diego's fingers tapped on the table: "Schmeichel, what do you think, give up the Demi-Temple?"

Schmeichel nodded helplessly: "At least some of the Snow people must migrate to Nantian Continent. If possible, we must leave some seeds for us Snow people."

"Nantian Continent? Schmeichel, didn't you just take the people from the Seven Star Bloodline family to Nantian Continent? Tell me, can that place... accommodate us?" Diego asked.

"At least, Nantian Continent has enough demigods to suppress all hostile forces. The situation there is a combination of sects. Regardless of your origin, if you have talent, the sect will accept you. Of course, Nantian Continent is not the only one.

A sect's situation is also very complicated.

No matter how you say it, there is no divine religion in Nantian Continent, so it is probably the only retreat for us Snow people."

Will the creature of the Divine Religion sincerely accept the remnants of the Snow people? Everyone present knows that Yaoguang Castle, the last gathering place of the Seven Star Bloodline family, has been bulldozed by the Divine Religion.

Therefore, no one here mentioned the idea of ​​joining forces with the Eastern and Western religions to fight against the Spartans, just drinking poison to quench their thirst.

"What do you think?" Diego looked at the other demigods.

"Hey! The three of us can't leave. After all, we have a large family behind us. Even though we know... we have to stay." There were three demigods from the Snow family present.

The other demigods fell silent. No matter how belligerent the demigods were, they saw the situation. No matter how much you wanted to fight, few would be willing to go crazy with you. No one was a fool. Why would he have to die if he could live?

If they migrate to Nantian Continent, will the Snow people have a future?

"Then let's negotiate with the Spartans. If we give up Arctic Ice, the Spartans must allow us to evacuate." Diego made the final decision.

"Diego, let me go back to the Holy Island. There are many Snow disciples on the coast of the Arctic Sea who are quite talented." Laudrup said.

"Well, I've also heard that the Trust City over there is doing well. It's much better than the big city here, and there are a lot of talented people." Diego has no objection. After escaping to Nantian Continent, the Snow people must have descendants.

You have to rise up. No one can stop talking nonsense? "That Dick..."

"Forget it, Dick is very soft-hearted and can't bear to leave so many people in Trust City, so I should go back." Laudrup said, "We Snow people are migrating, and we can't bring many people over from the Arctic Sea.

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A meeting to decide the future fate of the Snow people ended like this, and Dick didn't even know what the decision was.

Dick used advanced transmission talismans to contact Betty many times, but could not get in touch. Theoretically, as long as Betty is still in Arctic, he can contact Betty with his advanced transmission talismans.

"Dead!"

Here comes the transmission talisman, not Betty's, but Harvey's. The advanced transmission talismans that can communicate with Dick over long distances are only a few friends, including Betty and Harvey.

Harvey's telepathic words were few and far between. Not only the demi-temple, but also various regions in Arctic Island were turned into a mess. The unlucky Betty was in Kip City, and as a saint, she was also recruited on the spot...

Dick was numb, really numb, this damn war... Betty, the woman who had been with him for decades, died in the battle like this?

"Dean..." Luoxue looked at Dick with some worry.

"Haha! Cultivators, life and death matter!" Dick smiled a little sadly. Fatty felt his master's mood and rubbed Dick affectionately.

Dick had not been sad for half an hour when old Peter appeared.

"Old Peter, you..."

"Dick, it's over, it's all over! The Eastern and Western religions united and captured the city of Trust. I managed to escape. I escaped to the Holy Island, and the Holy Island is also in danger..."

The city of Trust fell! In fact, Dick had already been mentally prepared. This time Laudrup and Schmeichel came to the Demi-temple with almost all the power of the Holy Island. In disguise, they gave up the coast of the Arctic Sea and the Holy Island.