drag?

The second man didn't understand what the son of Hope meant, but he didn't ask much. He nodded slightly and turned around and left.

The 200,000 army formed by the Tianjue Sect and various forces was less than a thousand meters away from the base camp of the Seventh Race.

With Sophie's order, the army stopped and rested on the spot.

"Girl, I hope there is still no movement on the side of the door." The old gangster found Sophie and said with a frown.

Sophie nodded slightly and said casually: "It's normal for no movement."

"You want to vomit, do you think they will really come to help the Seventh race?" The old gangster hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help asking.

Sophie shook her head and said, "It's hard to say, but the possibility will not exceed 40%, or even lower."

"Then our actions are meaningless?" Old Wu frowned and interrupted when he heard this.

"How could it be meaningless?" Sophie smiled and said slowly. "This time, he did not attack the base camp of the Seventh race. On the one hand, he wanted to see if there was a chance to deal with the Hope Sect like he did before the Seventh race. On the other hand, he put pressure on the Seventh race and restricted their ability to move."

"But the most important thing is to use pressure to hit the morale of the seventh race. Morale is invisible and intangible, but it definitely exists. If the morale is weak, the combat power will also weaken."

"Of course, if the seventh race really fights us, we will fight with them. There are 200,000 people, our strength is not weak at all, and we are not afraid of them when fighting."

"When the girl said this, why do I feel that fighting the Seventh Race seems to have become very simple?" The old hooligan turned his head and looked at Lao Wu and asked in confusion.

Old Wu nodded, "I also feel this way, it's very strange. I originally thought the battle would become very complicated, but now it seems that I was wrong?"

"That... I don't know either." The old gangster coughed dryly and said.

In fact, it’s not the fault of the two of them thinking this way. That’s the seventh race. How could the battle between these races be simple?

If it was really that simple, before the seventh race returned, Tianjue Sect would not spend any effort to make many arrangements.

"There is a saying that one step is wrong!" Sophie suddenly said.

Mo Tianling, who had just come from the ancient demon clan, couldn't help but ask curiously: "What does it mean?"

"The meaning is very simple. The first move of the Seventh race was actually wrong. Well, although it was not a mistake, even if it was a small mistake and we caught it, it would be fatal." Sophie said calmly.

But Mo Tianling, the old hooligan, and the old Wu, the more they listened, the more confused they became. The three of them looked at me and I looked at you, their eyes were full of doubts.

Sophie smiled and said, "My husband told me when the Seventh Race officially broke the protection barrier. If the Seventh Race directly makes the most crazy choice after the Seventh Race officially returns, then we may have a lot of trouble. But if they make a safe choice, they are basically seeking death. Crazy means going to war directly. Being safe means establishing a base first."
Chapter completed!