The Necromancer's Fourth Catastrophe-Chapter 324: Profit or Loss

The middle-aged woman sitting in the foremost position took a deep breath, then gazed deeply at the old woman below.

After quite a while, she slowly said, "If you want to surrender to the other side, then you can leave now."

Upon hearing the words of the middle-aged woman, the old woman’s face changed, and she snorted coldly, "Italin, you will regret your decision."

"I will not leave, but when the other side invades, I will not act. At that time, I will watch you die with my own eyes, and then surrender to the other side. I will show everyone what the right choice is with the facts!"

Having said this, the old woman gave Italin a cold glance, then stood up and walked towards the outside of the castle.

The middle-aged man glanced at the back of the old woman, then turned his eyes to Italin, "Italin, I think... surrendering might not be so bad."

"The inner circle major forces restrain each other, no one dares to expand their territory directly, fearing the union of other major forces against them, so they can only secretly send personnel to the periphery to secretly control various forces in the periphery."

"Although, after surrendering, power will be taken over by people sent by those inner circle major forces, there are certain guarantees in all aspects before and after."

"Moreover, after encountering certain dangers and difficulties, you can even request their support."

"This time, the force demanding our surrender is the Wind Chime Island force from the inner circle, which is also among the top 10 major forces in the inner circle. I think it’s actually not too bad..."

Hearing the words of the middle-aged man, Italin’s expression became somewhat dejected, "You think so too?"

"But, this force is our hard work, how can it surrender so easily?"

Hearing Italin’s words, the middle-aged man also felt a bit dejected. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

After a slight sigh, the middle-aged man continued, "Italin, we are not an inner circle force, even the minor forces in the inner circle are much stronger than us."

"Moreover, since they are all in the inner circle, under the attention of those major forces, those major forces restrain each other, so there is no fear of the threat from any one major force."

"But at the periphery, those major forces do not pay much attention, and even secretly manipulate the peripheral forces simply because the inner circle forces are too complex."

"So in the absence of means to expand, they engage in such calculations out of boredom, but none of them actually take the periphery seriously."

"So if we refuse, it’s equivalent to provoking them. A periphery they’ve never taken seriously having a force provoking them, what do you think the result would be?"

"Moreover, so long as we keep our lives, everything else is negotiable..."

"Perhaps someday, if they grow tired, or if a war breaks out among them, entangling them in trouble they cannot extricate from, then they might voluntarily abandon their secret control of the periphery and return the territorial rights to us?"

Hearing the words of the middle-aged man, Italin gave him a dark look, "What you say has no meaning to me, you can surrender with that old bag of bones, but I will not."

"I would rather fight to the last drop of blood."

Seeing Italin so obstinate, the middle-aged man’s face grew even worse, "Italin, think about it carefully, I don’t want to talk to you any more."

The middle-aged man stood up, then walked out, "Your obsession with power will destroy you."

"Bang." Italin fiercely threw her wine glass onto the ground, shattering it into pieces.

She looked ominously at the two empty seats, then glanced at the other silent, heads-down subordinates in the castle, and coldly said, "Get out."

The subordinates were startled, but quickly responded and promptly ran out of the castle.

Watching the departing crowd, Italin pressed her hand against her forehead.

"Years of hard work, just to become someone else’s wedding dress?"

She then raised her head, a trace of anger flashing in her eyes, filled with resentment toward her two subordinates’ spinelessness, and some towards her own weakness.

If only she were a Legendary Tier Mage, she would’ve invaded the inner circle long ago, maybe even established a major force, rather than being stuck here and even threatened by some minor inner circle character?

As for those two subordinates, if it weren’t for the fact that the middle-aged man recently broke through to an Epic Level Knight, would they dare question her decision?

As for that old wretch, although he’s an Epic Level Mage, his potential is long exhausted and is by no means her match.

This time they played good cop, bad cop, evidently pre-discussed.

Their confidence lies in the fact that even if they join forces, she can’t do much about it.

With a gentle sigh, Italin stood up, planning to consider her next steps carefully.

Both important subordinates do not support her, if she continues her obstinacy, she may really be wiped out by individuals sent by the Wind Chime Island inner circle force.

But she is very reluctant to give up.

After pondering for a long time, her expression suddenly changed markedly.

"Hm? Why are there such weak Mages approaching? Are they courting death?"

She sensed dozens of weak magic waves approaching her island.

What she sensed were none other than the players who had been exploring all the way here.