Silvermoon City in the early winter was already quite cold, and the cold wind that blew from time to time rolled up a large amount of dust, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.
This garden city, which was once cared for by the half-elves, has not been properly cleaned for a long time.
Since the coup d'etat half a month ago, the cloud of war has been hanging over Silvermoon City, making the residents of the city breathless.
Now, this depression seems to be extremely heavy, and even the half-elves, who have always been submissive, can't help but want to vent their inner fear and depression.
Although the mountain of heads piled up outside the city caused many half-elves to panic, it also ignited the anger of more half-elves.
Marquis Vincent's behavior completely tore off the hypocritical veil of the Eastern Army, and exposed the bloody true face to the eyes of the half-elf.
At the same time, a gossip spread in Silvermoon City at an astonishing speed—
The army in the east is going to massacre the city!
Since its inception, this race that has believed in relying on the strong and believed that money can be exchanged for protection, at this moment, finally felt the fear of genocide.
Just when the half-elves were terrified, confused, and angry, another news came suddenly—Queen Aisha was about to give a public speech in the central square of the city.
As if they had found their backbone, the half-elves in Silvermoon City flocked to the central square, expecting their queen to lead them out of the predicament at such a critical moment.
By noon, the central square had already been crowded to the brim.
A high platform was temporarily set up in the center of the square, and Queen Aisha finally climbed onto the high platform slowly under the eyes of everyone looking forward to it.
Aisha Miller, who was wearing the exclusive dress of the half-elf queen, looked so beautiful and glamorous, but also so noble and dignified. At this moment, she seemed to be the incarnation of the goddess of fate.
The half-elves gathered in the square seemed to be moved by that perfect figure, and they all held their breath, looking forward to their own salvation.
"My people..." Queen Elsa began.
The beautiful face was full of strength and calmness, and that awe-inspiring expression seemed to indicate that no one could make her lower her proud head.
"I know you're scared, scared.
But the enemy will show no mercy for our fear and terror.
On the contrary, this will only make them raise their butcher knives even more without hesitation!
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War cannot tolerate fear and fear, let alone tears and prayers.
The only thing that can make the enemy feel awe is the sharp sword in our hands!
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Half-elves cannot live forever on the protection of others.
Only a strong army, warriors who are not afraid of sacrifice, and the belief of never giving up are the real backbone of the half-elf clan!
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In the face of the enemy's intimidation and intimidation, we will never surrender or give in!
We will fight to the end!
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Please take up arms and join me,
Fighting at the head of Silvermoon City!
Fight in every street, every house!
Fight in front of the church of the Lord of Radiance, and fight under the gaze of the Goddess of Fate!
We will never surrender!
Even if Silvermoon City is occupied by the enemy, we will continue to fight for every inch of the Half-Elf Kingdom!
Until the benevolent and just gods are moved by our unyielding faith, and send down his power to save this race worthy of his great grace! "
Wow—
Queen Elsa's speech was like a spark falling into a dry pyre, instantly igniting the anger of the half-elves that had been suppressed for a long time.
For a time, the entire central square completely boiled.
The frenzied half-elves, as if they wanted to vent their anger and depression completely, shouted one after another and finally converged into a firm slogan——
"Fight to the end! Never give in!"
"Fight to the end! Never give in!"
"Fight to the end! Never give in!"
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The loud voice echoed in Silvermoon City, sweeping away the stagnant atmosphere that had shrouded the city for the past few days.
The dark clouds seem to be shaken by such a vast momentum, and they quietly dissipate, revealing the sun that has not been seen for a long time.
The bright sunlight fell on the high platform in the central square of Silvermoon City, covering Queen Aisha with a dazzling halo, looking from a distance like a real goddess who came into the world.
This strange scene of heaven and man induction immediately made the half-elves in the square even more enthusiastic.
Many people had tears in their eyes, chanted confusing prayers, and worshiped the beautiful figure on the high platform.
However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred!
A sharp black arrow shot towards Queen Aisha like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole.
Chi!
A sharp arrow pierced through the chest, and blood sprayed out.
In the eyes of the half-elf, the sacred and inviolable goddess fell on her back in full view of everyone!
Time seemed to be paused. For a moment, the world seemed to be quiet, without a single sound.
But in the next second, the square boiled again!
"Protect Her Majesty the Queen!"
"Seize the Eastern Border Assassin!"
"Revenge for the Queen!"
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All kinds of chaotic voices made the situation in the square completely out of control.
The half-elves couldn't believe that Queen Aisha, who had brought them hope of salvation just now, fell down on the high platform like this.
The last string of reason finally broke.
The gushing out of anger, under the guidance of someone with a heart, instantly directed to the east.
The sound wave of revenge for the queen was louder and louder.
At this time, even the weakest half-elves were reluctant to mention the word surrender, as if it was an insult to them and a blasphemy to Queen Aisha.
Countless red-eyed half-elves rushed to the conscription office. They will uphold Queen Aisha's will, fight to the end, and never give in!
The conscription office, which had always been sparsely populated, had never seen such a lively, even frenzied scene. After only five hours, the 30,000 establishment of the Silver Moon Guard was replenished.
Those half-elves who didn't join the army didn't even want to leave, clamoring for a weapon from the Ordnance Department. Even if they couldn't join the army, they were willing to fight to the death for Queen Aisha.
The half-elf family, who had always been weak and fearful of war, was finally inspired by the bloody nature hidden in their hearts under the intentional or unconscious promotion of various factors.
At this moment, they seemed unstoppable and fearless.
As this fanaticism further fermented, Colin even had to ask the officers of the Silvermoon Guard to restrain his subordinates, which barely prevented the frenzied half-elf soldiers from rushing out of Silvermoon City and fighting the Eastern Territory to the death. idea.
However, the half-elves, who were full of anger and had nowhere to pour out, still set fire to the top of Silvermoon City.
Of course, it's not that they are crazy and want to burn the city.
But to destroy the wisteria on the city wall.
These wisterias, which were originally intended to decorate the city walls, will obviously become ladders for the enemy to climb during siege battles.
This behavior of the half-elves seems to be solemnly declaring—
The weak, deceitful and pleasure-seeking race in the past is gone, replaced by an iron-blooded race reborn from the ashes!
Queen Aisha and Colin's elaborate arrangements, as well as Marquis Vincent's "God Assist", successfully inspired the bloodiness of this race.
Although this blood is still very fragile, as long as it is properly guided, and the blood and heads of the people of the East are used as sacrifices, it may really be able to forge the martial soul of the half-elf family.
(end of this chapter)