"Yes, I am the third daughter of the Xingzhuo family." Zhuoflan nodded, "Without their help, I might...maybe have died."
"Where is the elder and others?"
"The patriarch said he wanted to live and die with the spirit tree, so he didn't escape with me."
Everyone was silent for a while. The enemy had now completely occupied the tree boat. The elder's fate was undoubtedly grim.
"But the hope of Silver Star is still there - everyone, we should cheer up and drive the imperial people out of Silver Star Tree Boat." Zhuoflan raised her tone slightly, "This is not a lonely battle, Noah Tree Boat It’s not far from us!”
"Noah...can he really defeat the Empire?"
"We can't do it alone, but we also have a powerful ally." Heim said while cutting the binding rope. "They are willing to accept the World Islanders, where some islanders have already landed on land and are working together with them. Living in the city.”
A secure and permanent place to live—that makes most people raise their heads.
There were murmurs among the crowd for a moment.
After all, the long period of wandering has made the tree boat and the islanders on it exhausted.
"That continent is still more than a hundred nautical miles away from us, but for the distance traveled by the exile, this distance is just a short distance." Zhuoflan continued, "So we need to recapture the tree boat and recapture what belongs to us. Our spiritual tree, and then control it to the west to end this escape journey completely!"
She glanced at the fire in the distance. The patrol was approaching. "Everyone has seen that the reinforcements only have a dozen or so people, but including you, there are hundreds of people. If we rescue all the people around us, we will be a team of a thousand people. And there are more than 1,000 people captured in the square. There are tens of thousands of people, so we are not short of manpower!”
"Weapons... what to do?" a voice from the crowd asked.
"Of course we are asking for it from the Imperials - using their weapons to recover their blood debt!" Zhuoflan said without hesitation, "There are unattended swords and spears in the camp now. You can choose to pick them up. Fight the enemy together with Noah and Jinxia allies, or choose to continue to kneel here and be enslaved by the imperial people. They are coming, no matter how many people are willing to follow, I will not escape again."
After saying that, she turned around and got into the tent, picked up a scimitar, and then walked to Qianzhi and others.
"You have worked very hard." The little girl said with a grin, "The young master sometimes doesn't have the courage."
Till translated the sentence for her and added, "Thank you, you have been a great help to us."
"No... I should thank you." Zhuoflan shook her head, "I was actually... very scared. But that lady made me understand that the rescue team brings hope, and to truly win, everyone must We must all muster up the courage to fight the enemy together."
She wasn't lying. The hand holding the knife was trembling slightly which was the best proof.
Even so, she didn't take a step back.
The elf whose nose and face were beaten was bruised and swollen. He stood up first and walked into the tent.
Then more people followed suit.
There was no obvious communication between everyone, but judging from their expressions, most of them were holding their breath. In the past, there was no hope, but now that there is a shelter not far away, everyone's mental state has become completely different.
After all, few people really want to be slaves.
What's more, most of the people who enslaved them had blood feuds in their hands.
"Hey, what's going on over there?"
"Why are all those damn pointed ears standing up?"
The imperial team on patrol had noticed something strange in the camp. The soldiers raised their weapons and shouted loudly, "Where are the ropes on your hands? Everyone kneels down, holds their heads with both hands, and no one moves!"
The reason why they didn't fire immediately was not charity, but rather they didn't want to lose the goods in vain.
It's just that these elves are different from before.
Instead of following the orders with pale faces, they rushed towards the patrol!
"Seeking death!" The captain pointed his knife, "Fire—"
The loud gunfire instantly broke the tranquility of the night!
But these bullets were blocked by a wall of ice.
I saw an "ice surface" rising diagonally from the flat ground for no apparent reason, with its end extending all the way to the top of the patrol's head. Faced with this unexpected situation, the soldiers were stunned for a moment, and after just a moment's hesitation, the elf had already run across the long ice and jumped down from above them!
The islanders were armed with short knives, long swords, spears and spears... As long as they were usable weapons, they took them over and stabbed their enemies without caring about them.
The soldiers fought back hard, but facing an opponent ten times their size, they were almost instantly overwhelmed by the charge!
A shrill warning whistle sounded at the ceremony venue—
The army and pirates were awakened from their dreams. They rubbed their sleepy eyes and walked out of the tent reluctantly. Until this time, most people in the empire still didn't realize the seriousness of the matter. In their opinion, it was probably because one of the troops discovered the prisoners who were trying to escape, but they couldn't catch them, so they staged such a battle.
The situation with the elves was completely different. With the leader, the number of people participating in the group operation increased rapidly. After just two camps were captured, the number of resisters already exceeded 500, and they were getting bigger and bigger like a snowball, with no sign of stopping.
The Jinxia reinforcements have also entered the free blocking stage.
Their targets are those iron knights or other demon possessors who are difficult for ordinary people to deal with.
At this moment, Qianzhi showed his powerful fighting ability as a living dead.
Few people would pay attention to a child who looked to be only seven or eight years old. When she got in front of her, the powerful body functions of the living dead were enough to crush all the defense methods of the imperial soldiers. Every time she punches, she can leave a hole in the opponent's body. Even if she is wearing iron armor, her organs will be damaged due to the dents in the armor.
Although Qianzhi can be injured by a musket, except for her sense of taste, she is very weak to other senses of touch. Occasionally being hit by a bullet only causes a slight pain, but it cannot stop her short and quick steps. Wherever the living dead go, they cause a bloody storm.
However, it was not Qianzhi who dealt the heaviest blow to the Imperial Army, but the combination of Shanhui and Kong Xuanzi. The former transforms into a giant tengu and runs rampant through the crowd, while the latter lies on Shanhui's back and attacks the opponent's commander with sword-wielding skills - anyone whose clothing and armor are different from other soldiers are his priority targets.
This made the enemy fail to organize a defensive front several times. Either the assembled team was scattered by the mountain light, or the commander lost his head inexplicably. Without effective formation, the maximum power of the muskets cannot be exerted. Scattered shootings will have little effect in the face of the increasingly thick crowd.
In less than two quarters of an hour, the ceremony hall was already boiling!
The pursuit and victory along the way made the imperial soldiers forget something, that is, although the abilities of the elves cannot be directly used in combat, a considerable number of them are actual demon worshipers. Once caught in a close-quarters battle, their reaction, strength, and ability to withstand blows are all superior to ordinary people, and the imperial army is actually at a disadvantage.
"Support, we need support!"
"Quickly go and inform the elites stationed in the tree spirits that the elves here are out of control!"
"Come here, send a message to the Midnight Bugle - the troops at the ceremony are about to lose their hold!"
Pigeons carrying messages asking for help were released one after another, and they flew towards the direction where the warships were parked according to their habit.
And these messengers have become Olina's midnight snack.