The knight's tone had become more mature and incisive. He didn't say anything unnecessary. He only described the scene he saw when he rushed to the frontlines again. This was enough for many to understand how the defensive line of Lambas, which had held against the undead for months, was almost breached in just three days.
The Abyss. Elite soldiers from the Eastern Continent, and more than three top-tier experts.
Merkel and the other two members of the Inquisition had already rushed to the frontlines, but the number of casualties had caused the frontlines to show signs of collapse. Although the light of the Holy Light allowed them to hold fast to their beliefs and not give up, Wail's description reminded many of the white house near the teleportation portal.
"They seem to be worshipping a certain deity. I don't know if I should call them heretics, but I do know that their dedication to their beliefs … is no weaker than any believer of the God of Light."
It was hard to imagine that a believer of the God of Light could say such words. It was even more surprising, causing many to frown.
"Your Majesty —"
"I am your wife."
Flora interrupted them and took Wail's letter in a domineering manner. She walked to the map of the continent that was hung on the wall of the hall and said, "Lambas Church, Azura Forest, Oditore. It's that simple. What do the Abyss Race want?
It's obviously land and resources. I believe that if a realm wants to invade our land, Lambas will not be able to satisfy their appetite. "
"Speaking of which, Pandora thinks that if the Abyss Race tells our companions living in the darkness about the beautiful scenery of this continent, we will probably have to live in the Endless Ocean."
Beside Madam Vasaki was Pandora. She became very quiet in this place. Although she could use her spirit power to speak, it was obvious that she understood that she was still an anomaly in the eyes of others.
On the other hand, the Dark Elf Elder Sandinaran, who was sitting on the side, didn't feel like she was an outsider at all. The proud High Elf seemed to have something to say. Flora looked at her for a long time, then signaled for the Elder to speak.
"I don't care what those monkeys from the Abyss Race want to do here. I just want to say that the Dark Elf Tribe will never live in Dashiell!"
Many of them raised their heads in a daze as they looked at this elder, not knowing what to say. It seemed that her negotiations with the Elven Council had failed.
"Oditore welcomes Elder and your tribe to join us at any time. Of course, you can choose to build a new castle or town in the area you like. Oditore may not have much, but we have plenty of wealth."
"I like your style."
Sandinalan pursed her lips and nodded. She really didn't look like a well-behaved old fossil. Instead, she looked like a housewife who had failed to bargain. She kept muttering in the ancient elven language, which made Sylner embarrassed. Elder Wendell was Nana's father, and Sandinalan was totally "cheating" him.
Many of them scratched their heads helplessly. They looked at Madam Vasaki and Pandora who were trying to hold back their laughter, and then at Becky and Carolina who were rubbing their brows. They raised their hands and gestured for Flora to continue.
"There's nothing else. This time, the reinforcements must be quick and effective."
Flora was too lazy to explain the pros and cons. The matter at hand was not up for discussion.
"Galo."
Many of them habitually called out to her, and as expected, she jumped out of nowhere.
"Pack up. Get ready to go."
This was the phrase Jia Luo heard the most in the Abyss Continent. When he nodded out of habit and was about to leave, he remembered that this wasn't the dangerous continent with no fixed abode … This was the territory of the liege in front of him.
"My Lord … erm … the maids."
"Bring them."
Many knew that these maids were not ordinary maids. After that baffling ritual, she had vaguely realized that the relationship between them was not as simple as it seemed. Most importantly, her power seemed to have been steadily increasing. Even though she had just woken up from her coma, the feeling was unusually obvious. Moreover, there was something special about it: Many knew that what was happening now was definitely related to these maids.
"Do you have any other opinions?"
Many casually asked the group of people in front of them — the group of tenth level beauties shook their heads in unison.
"Carolina, stay here. The rest of you, come with me."
Many stood up to signal the end of the meeting. The beauties did not hold back and left one after another. Which one of them had not seen such a scene before?
However, Carolina was obviously lagging behind the group.
"Lainey, wait."
As if she had been waiting for this sentence, Carolina's shoulders suddenly relaxed. After everyone left the room and locked the door, she slowly turned around.
"Next time, don't let me see you work so hard."
Many opened his arms and hugged the red dragon tightly as she imagined. Many took the initiative to greet Carolina. It made her feel that Many had really changed into a different person. However, the aura on his body was still familiar. It was faint and comforting.
"Evelyn should know about Oditore. Don't worry and wait for me here."
Many's voice was calm and quiet. However, Carolina could not help but tighten her grip on him.
…
Perhaps one's feelings could never be spoken out. Perhaps love was always unpredictable. Perhaps Carolina knew that the day she wanted would never come. But it was enough for today.
The "Battle of Oditore" had become a permanent landmark in the history of this area. Many erected a stone tablet outside Castle Oditore to commemorate the fallen soldiers of the Abyss Race.
Forget to mention, the number of troll soldiers who died in the battle was zero.
With the absolute advantage in equipment and strength, the low-level skeletons and zombies of the undead army became a joke in front of the tall troll soldiers. Even if some of the soldiers were knocked to the ground and seriously injured, the life force of these trolls was really as tenacious as cockroaches. After Bishop Becky cast a collective healing spell, they stood up again.
Becky and Madam Vasaki's forbidden spell ended the battle completely. But soon, they embarked on another journey. In the morning of the next day, a fully-armed team set off from Castle Oditore towards the Azura Forest.
Two thousand troll soldiers were armed to the teeth, but they didn't carry any rations. They were divided into ten groups and escorted a huge carriage pulled by eight wyrms in the middle as it traveled into the distance. There was also a group of eight hundred or so dark elves. They carried longbows and short bows on their shoulders as they walked at the edge of the group.
The carriage did not have wheels. It was a huge pavilion that floated in the air. It was three stories high. It was modified from the carriage that Many's craftsmen brought back from the Abyss Race. The wind magic circle was engraved on the bottom of the carriage. It floated in the air just like that. When the wyverns pulled it, it did not shake at all. It was as smooth as walking on flat ground.
Rich and imposing?
Oditore was not only rich and imposing. In fact, looking at the people on the carriage, it was easy to understand why the carriage was so luxurious. Level 10 Grand Magus Medusa Vasaki, Level 10 Succubus Pandora, Bishop Becky who was already considered a top powerhouse, and Level 10 High Priestess of the Elves, Sandinalan. In addition, there were many more. This lineup was already considered to be more powerful than the so-called Undead Parliament.