Although the ten peak fourth-level people are all cannon fodder, this also means that the civilization behind the opponent must be stronger than them.
Seemingly sensing the petrified giant's vigilance, the long-eared elf smiled and spread his hands to show that he was not hostile.
"Elementary Elf Civilization, affiliated to the Natural Star Alliance."
"I haven't participated many times, I just saw some information from the alliance."
Stretching out his hand, the handsome-looking junior elf leader nodded in a friendly manner.
"Rather than worrying about melee, you should actually be more worried about whether it's a battle royale."
"If Destroy Stars were in one camp, and we War Stars were in one camp, it would be miserable."
As he spoke, the long-eared elf glanced at the top of the castle with some worry, and at the few Star Destroyers standing at the front, among whom was the Black Emperor and others.
"Battle Royale? Isn't it good to divide the camps like this? Why?"
As if he saw the goodwill of the long-eared elves and their intention to form an alliance, the petrified giant suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and turned away from asking questions.
That's right, he has indeed not experienced a few missions. To be precise, he just survived a disaster with difficulty before.
He really has no experience with doomsday missions after level five.
"It's very simple."
Seeing that the petrified giant had relaxed its vigilance, the long-eared elf sighed and spoke with a wry smile.
"If it is a group confrontation, it means that more than 90% of us will die."
"Either destroy the stars and kill us all, or we kill them all"
"In group camp confrontation, the victory condition is that either side is almost completely destroyed."
Chapter completed!