"So...if the Northern Fleet of the Silver Federation was severely damaged or even destroyed, then the Abbasid Orcs might become shaky?"

"It is precisely, what the demons need now is time. If they want to break the current strategic situation of being attacked from all sides, they must have enough time."

The meeting lasted until the early morning. When everyone was about to disperse, Zhang Qiming deliberately fell behind the three of them, and when they were not paying attention, he turned around and returned to the hall.

"Yuetou, do you need to notify the Silver Federation?"

"Why?"

Yue Yulou, who was about to take out the magic ball, heard Zhang Qiming's words and immediately looked at him in confusion.

"That...are we going to occupy the gates of hell? If the demon is defeated..."

"Hahaha, I thought Qiming what you were going to say... If the demon is defeated, do you think Fayer will let us get close?"

"I never understood why he was stopping us..."

In fact, what Zhang Qiming couldn't understand even more was why Yue Yulou had to go to the Gate of Hell.

"Haha, Qiming, there are many things that people don't understand. If you have to figure out everything, won't you be too tired to live? Just enjoy this game."

After saying that, before Zhang Qiming could continue speaking, Yue Yulou waved his arm lightly, and he was gently sent out of the hall by a force. At the same time, the thick door was also closed in an instant...

"Qi Ming, sometimes the greatest happiness is to know nothing..."

Standing alone in the open hall, looking at the translucent magic ball in his hand, Yue Yulou's face showed a deep helpless look, and his eyes gradually became dyed black ink.
Chapter completed!