“Pick out the young and strong, then attack the Jade Sea with them as cannon fodder. Problem solved,” Song Hui replied quickly.

Song Lun shook his head. “The werewolves aren’t stupid enough to obey such a death sentence.” In truth, Count Eiseka’s performance was far better than everyone in Dark Flame had imagined. There really was no telling whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that such an intelligent creature of the opposite attribute was working for them.

“There will always be casualties in war, and it’ll be too late by the time they realize it. As long as we arrange it well, we can at least have forty percent of them die on the battlefield. What can they do even if they realize it at that point? We’ll have weakened the werewolves in the entire corridor and the Jade Sea. If they disobey, it’ll be a good reason for us to destroy them.” Song Hui’s plan was fairly ruthless.

Qianye remained silent, his expression unreadable.

Song Lun already understood Qianye’s character. “That’s not appropriate, the sire has already promised them the right to survive.”

“There’s no need to discuss the four virtues with the werewolves.”

“It’s not good to break promises.”

“The dark races are naturally untrustworthy,...