A general on an expedition spoke with great emotion.
In the last battle, his subordinates suffered the heaviest losses, so he hated Jiao Qingyuan.
But the result of the war was merely a cart of source ores.
It's utterly ridiculous.
Outside the door, Su Yue's heart was pounding wildly.
Ximo City!
A lot of source ores have been discovered.
This is an absolute disaster for the human race.
Grinding source ore into powder, then forging it into weapons through high temperatures, creates alloy weapons.
The Yangxiang Race also possesses this forging technique.
"This is the Divine Envoy's order. Do you think I want to sacrifice?
"But the Divine Envoy has already stated, this is the last time.
"Jiao Qingyuan has already taken two pieces of sealing stones. If he plays any tricks, the Yangxiang Sect will publicize Jiao Qingyuan's deeds in the Wuwen Race's cities. He doesn't dare to mess with us."
The Camp General continued.
