This is an army, not just some miscellaneous fish.

They really don't need to arrange it.

"It's best to arrange it, my subordinates suggest it!" the soldier said.

The result was a puff, and he turned into a ball of smoke.

Apparently, he died, killed by his own people.

"You think we won't kill him because he's a loyal soldier of the ancient prince?" the Master of the Eight Tribes sneered.

After all, as a trustworthy soldier, how dare he make such suggestions to the general?

"There is no need to arrange it, the army will be dispatched directly later!"

"Eight million troops go directly in to share the pressure of the artifact!"

"What to do with the miscellaneous fish over there in the fairy world?"

"If they dare to come in and kill them!" the Master of the Eight Divisions was very confident.

Artifacts have pressure. To get them, you need to share the pressure of the artifact. Otherwise, even a person with the title of Heaven cannot withstand the pressure!

It would be much easier to share it among eight million troops.

This is the role of an army of eight million!
Chapter completed!