"Ah! Your Highness, leave 70% of the tribe, and only take 30% of the people to migrate?..."

Hearing this, the snake priestess Miyawa opened her eyes wide, licked her teeth, her mood fluctuated. Knowing that everything in the Jinwan tribes depended on the young king in front of her, she turned into a submissive water snake, knelt down in front of the king, and begged.

"Your Highness! The 80,000 to 90,000 Jinwan tribes, under the attack of the Great Alliance, either fled, or were captured and killed...

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