The iron hand sighed heavily. He had long known that some members of the joint conference were unreliable.
They were not only narrow-minded but also
West heard what was going on here. When almost all the people there left, he snorted with a smile on his face.
He didn't expect that things would turn out like this.
"Well, they made a quick choice."
"Yes, three days later, the legion will attack the human joint conference. You should be ready."
The mechanical crow with red eyes standing in the position of West made his sound.
The iron hand widened his eyes in shock. "Master West?"
"Well, that's it. Let's talk about it later."
West didn't want to say anything more and hung up.
Three days passed quickly.
West led the zombies that were carefully picked out to the direction of the human joint conference.
He didn't care what other earls said at all.
When they were about to reach the human joint conference, Yale also got the news.
"West has set off with his men."