"You think so too..."
Lagmo looked at the battlefield, let out a deep sigh, and said, "Let's ask for help one last time. If someone assists us, we'll reveal the true intel. If not, we'll hide the truth and let them suffer with us."
"Alright."
....
——World Channel——
Lagmo (Sword and Shield): The power of the Insect Race is stronger than you think. There's still time to assist us, or you can just wait for disaster.
Bluetiron (Shadow): Oh, it's not that we don't want to assist, it's really too far away. You better find someone else.
Redling (Ember Fire): Who doesn't know the strength of your Sword and Shield Group? With such might, do you still need our support?
Redling (Ember Fire): Now, we're competitors, not friends. Who knows if you'll trap us after calling people over? It's not like no one has done this before. Who's to say you're not in league with the Insect Race?
Qinghe (Sword and Shield): Don't regret it.
....
Half a day later, at the Insect Nest
