244. Mini-negotiation

The feeling of being declared war by such a small living thing is so subtle that the expressions on everyone's faces are wonderful. Old K even thought for a moment whether he would simply turn into a small energy mass and then rushed to fight with them. Don't say that he is thinking nonsense, he can really do it now. However, when he thought of that situation, he felt very painful, which was really... You know that the opponent is too disconceiving of the opponent. He always feels that he can't do that kind of thing!

But at the same time, he also thought that he had once entered a planet where all kinds of strange alien creatures gathered, where he hit a street fire. There is a kind of alien similar in size as a big ant, which is difficult to deal with, because they are so small that he can slip through your fingers with a punch.

If the Garrimons on the opposite side adopt that tactic and throw their soldiers directly on their own people, it's really unbearable to think about it, especially if they drill into softer parts such as noses or ears.

As a result, Lao K's worry did not appear at all. I don't know if it was because these Garrismon people felt that Lao K was too big or something. From the beginning of the gathering firepower to the end, it was solved by a shell by Gu Li. In the middle, no Garrismon ran out of their own spaceship.

Guli's shell is a special fishing net bomb, but it is the beam line that replaces the net line. It is said that this beam line technology is still obtained from the prophet. The one who once tied up the mental state is this kind of beam line mixed with special substances.

The Garrismon people are so small that the mesh of the net pocket cannot be large, so when the net pocket is closed, it looks like a big glowing ball - of course, if compared with the big mud ball in the middle, it is just a small light ball.

This move undoubtedly directly shook the whole kingdom of Garrismon. Although it was not very clear, Lao K could still feel that the big mud ball in front of him was directly stationary, not that the upper head suddenly became silent, but that there was a feeling that all the creatures on it stopped their hands.

Guli and the others did not feel this mental fluctuation and were still discussing how to deal with the Garrismon fleet in the photosphere. It's easy to kill them, but it's too unhumanitarian; but if you let them go back like this, you probably won't get any hopeful results. Or just take them as hostages? This seems feasible, and even the shear wings are involved in the topic. They are excited to discuss the probability of success in doing so. They completely forget that their purpose should be to confirm that this is a new race and then report it to the population verification unit under the Holy Court.

Because there was really no pressure, this discussion had the characteristics of divergence of topics at the beginning. When everyone came to their senses, they found that they had expressed their own opinions for a long time, and during this period, the fleets trapped in the photosphere were very quiet and waiting, as if they were waiting for something.

Soon they knew what the mini fleet was waiting for.

When everyone's attention returned to the big mud ball again, they found that there were some subtle changes on the surface of the mud ball. Originally, the surface of the mud ball that closed the hole after ejected the fleet looked very flat, but now, there is a dense shadow on the top, and you will find that it is countless small holes like pins.

Everyone here can fly, and no one can stop it at this time. Soon, they looked at all sides of the whole big mud ball and found that this small hole seemed to only appear in the direction of the passage facing them, and the surface of the other part of the mud ball was still quite smooth.

"So what ground-to-air weapons are they going to bombard us there?"

This is the only thing Lao K can think of, although he no longer feels hostility from this mud ball. No, perhaps it should be said that the emotions he can feel now are much more complicated than before, which leads to the weakening of each type of mental energy, making it more difficult for him to distinguish directly.

He also thought about whether to take some effort to feel it carefully, but when he thought of the weak combat power of these little things, he felt that it was a waste of energy. At most, it's just a fight. It's not his boast. Although the mud ball in front of him is quite large and the diameter is estimated to be at least one li or so, it is actually because the thickness of the inside is also wrapped in a poltar. The soil layer of the mud ball itself is absolutely not thick, and it is estimated that the shell can be completely cracked in two strokes.

Thinking about it, there was a sudden reaction in those small holes. This time, countless small creatures ran out directly. At the same time, light began to appear at the bottom of the hole, and the light gradually formed light. The last Braille article with significantly more words appeared.

Braille itself should not be read by the eyes. In addition, although Prisace understands it, they are not very familiar with it, so it takes longer to interpret this thing. While they were reading carefully, the small creatures that ran out ran around on the surface of the mud ball and waved their arms as much as they could, not knowing what they were signaling.

Old K can't understand the Braille here anyway - he doesn't even understand the Braille on earth - so he simply focuses on these small creatures that are working hard. Then it was found that they were too small. Without auxiliary instruments, they were very close and not very clear. They could only roughly tell that these small things had a head, torso and two legs, but they had three pairs of arms. This kind of Guanyin made each of them look like some kind of bug at first glance.

Old K tried to hold back the impulse to reach out and pinch for a while, and then returned to everyone's side. Just now, he was close enough to understand what the other party meant. Sure enough, Prisace finally finished interpreting the article, which summed up as: "We surrender, we are your prisoners now. According to the war binding treaty of the Pan-Racial Society, you must be kind to the prisoners, so you have to release our soldiers and not forcibly destroy our homeland.

"This is a big man!" Old K couldn't help sighing, "Look at this, it can bend and stretch!"

Pless has been made to laugh and cry by these flexible Garrismon: "They have not joined the Pan-Racial Collaboration at all, and those terms do not apply to them!"

But this also reminded him of one thing. If they report the existence of these little things now, they will not say that it is possible to poke out the news that the Porta wrapped in the middle has actually been operating, just wait for the people of the population management department to verify, then collect them into the cooperative meeting, and finally settle them to leave. This process is not what they can afford now. What's more, even if they are willing to wait, if the final result comes out that they should stay here, it will definitely be of no benefit to the Merry.

In this way, it seems that it is better for them to suppress this matter?

Several people discussed it again before they began to answer these little things to see if they could reach a mutually beneficial condition with them. This time, Puliss did not dare to publish any more stimulating and provocative words directly, but honestly conveyed the results of the discussion:

"You are not yet a member of the Pan-Racial Collaborative Society, and all the methods and rules applicable within the Collaborative Society are not suitable for you. However, although we don't know how you stayed here, we don't want to destroy your kingdom directly. If you are willing to give up part of your territory so that we can directly enter our buildings in the middle, we can turn a blind eye to your existence and find a way to arrange for you to join the Collaborative Alliance. Please consider our opinions."

There are a lot of words this time, and it took Pritches several times to finish it all. However, after writing, it was obvious that the Garrismons who were still running around stopped and began to get together in twos and threes, as if they were discussing something.

It seems that these people, like Ticotes, like to have a meeting. However, their meeting obviously does not require national consensus, because after discussing for a while, they have been standing in the middle position. It seems that the group of people who are slightly larger than ordinary Garismon seems to have finished the discussion. Except for the largest one in the middle, the rest have scattered and began to arrange other arrangements. People do things.

In a short time, the words on the mud ball changed. This time it is relatively simple:

"Can you ensure that our territory and people are not violated?"

This confirmation question is funny, but considering their size, there is really no position to put on such a tough attitude.

Priss also only answered a short sentence: "Of course, otherwise we don't need to stand here and negotiate with you."

This is the truth. It seems that the other party also accepted this statement. After a while, the words on the surface of the mud ball changed again: "Then please go back to the ground now. We will send the cooperation agreement to the equipment of the Tikotes later. If you think it is acceptable, we can cooperate. Otherwise, even if we die in battle, we will not give up our home!"

At this time, everyone has a very complicated feeling about these small things. Although these Garrismon human bodies are really small enough, they have to admit that their ideas will make people feel that they can't be bullied because they are not big enough. This feeling may not be the reason for people to respect them, but it will also make people have to restrain their laughing mentality. At least, they are also a group of wisdom, so they should enjoy the most basic equal treatment.

Old K inexplicably thought of this problem when he retreated to the ground with the large army. For him, this kind of thinking experience close to philosophical thinking is indeed very rare. And he rarely came to a conclusion: so if any creature has wisdom and self-esteem, first of all, he must know how to defend his power, otherwise he does not have to expect others to take the initiative to respect you.

For example, these Garrismon people, at the beginning knew that none of them paid attention to these little things, but after several exchanges, although the other party behaved very funny, he has been reaffirming that they are doing their best to protect their homes. When everyone realizes this, no matter what else is wrong, at least in the face of these mini-people, they have a sense of acceptance, which is probably the so-called self-esteem and self-respect.