"have!"

"I do!"

"To hell with the lich!"

The crowd enthusiastically responded to Sauveris's call, but Lancelot sighed softly. The courage shown by the townspeople was of course very admirable, but under the elf's infectious speech just now,

Even lambs will show fearlessness, but when they really face an enemy ten times their size and realize that their lives will soon end, how much bravery can be left at this moment?

He will know the answer, because he has decided to stay and witness the last moments of this charming town.

'Brother.' Little Isa's voice suddenly sounded in Lancelot's consciousness, 'I still have something to say, can you make my voice louder?'

Lancelot raised his eyebrows, calmly made a spell, and patted little Isa lightly on the shoulder.

"There will be no eternal torture and slavery." The little girl spoke, her voice no less loud than Sauveris's, "I will bless the warriors who participated in the battle in the name of the Lord of the Dead. If you die in the battle, your corpse will be

Unable to be controlled by necromantic magic, the soul will also sleep peacefully beside Kelanvor..."

"Oooh!"

Lancelot thought that the enthusiasm of the crowd had reached its limit before, but now he knew that he was wrong. Not all living is called alive. For this group of 'refugees' who have been trapped here for a long time, Kelanvor's messenger

The promise given is so tempting, just like promising a warm bed and soft pillow to a person who hasn't slept for three days and three nights.

'Is it true?'

Due to the amplification magic still in effect on his body, Sawiris did not speak directly, but the look in his eyes when he looked at the little girl clearly expressed this meaning. Little Isa nodded seriously and took out a

A golden badge with a white man holding a scale.

The bone hand pattern was the amulet that Cranvor gave them in the temple. She held the badge, knelt on the ground, and opened and closed her lips silently without making any sound. Only Lancelot could pass.

The spiritual connection heard her calling the name of the Lord of the Dead.

'Lord Kelanvor, Lord Kelanvor, please show your spirit quickly, I can't give you blessings one by one...'

Lancelot couldn't help but feel a breakdown in his heart. It was said that Alamir would also 'communicate' with Suni every now and then and make ideological reports with his goddess. I don't know what his style of painting was at that time.

While he was thinking wildly, a divine power suddenly emerged from little Isha's body. Countless blood-red butterfly shadows flew out of her body, floating into the sky like petals blown by the wind, and then fell down again.

It appeared on the people around it, quickly became transparent, and soon disappeared completely, and everyone had a wonderful feeling, knowing that they had been 'blessed'.

"Kranvor, the Lord of the Dead, has remembered your souls." Little Isa stood up and announced loudly to all around, "He will wait for each of you in the end. Praise the Lord of the Dead!"

"Praise be to the Lord of the Dead."

"Praise be to the Lord of the Dead!!!!"

There was a neat response from the crowd. Although not many people immediately changed their beliefs after hearing the teachings of Kelanvor promoted by Little Isa, this did not prevent them from paying tribute to this newly promoted deceased.

The Lord had a good impression, and after receiving Kelanvor's favor, many people must have shaken their original stance.

"Soviris, I have nothing to fear now!" Someone shouted in a fanatical tone, "We will fight the Lich's army!"

"Yes! Fight with them!"

"Those undead armies don't want us to surrender!"

"The worst that can happen is death, which is what you want!"

"If Peyton wants Crowfall, he has to go there himself!"

"Quiet, quiet!" Sauveris once again jumped onto the table that little Isa had set aside for him, "People, listen to me! Listen to me first! Do you think that we have already lost anyway, so we might as well

Enemies die together? Stupid!!!”

As soon as the elf spoke the last word, the surrounding area fell silent. Even the crows in the sky seemed to have forgotten to flap their wings for a moment, and swarmed into the towers and rooftops, creating a chaotic noise.

"Yes, we will stay and fight, but not everyone." The elf took a deep breath, "Three hundred, I only want three hundred people to stay, and the others will cover the evacuation of those compatriots who cannot transform."

"Three hundred people? What can three hundred people do?"

"Three hundred people are indeed not many, but based on past experience, this number is enough to maintain a minimum level of defense and cause efficient damage to the attackers." Sauveris explained patiently, "But if the number of defenders increases,

If there are too many, the lich may take action directly, then

In this case, there is no point in having more people. Although if we only leave 300 people, we will most likely fail in the end, but I hope to weaken Peyton Derrick's strength as much as possible, not only to buy time for those compatriots who evacuated

, and also create conditions for final victory.”

"But none of us want to leave!" Someone screamed at him, "What can we do if we leave?"

"Many. Those who survived today are going to publicize the deeds of Cranvor and let people know that Peyton Derek is not a true god at all; they are going to assist Miss Tanya who brought the oracle and try to make people

The Crow Queen has reunited in this land; she must always be ready to fight. When the time comes, you need to drive out all the undead creatures entrenched in your homeland..."

The crowd fell into a brief silence, and everyone was chewing on the elf's words. Lancelot also nodded silently in his heart. Sauveris may not be a very outstanding general, but he is definitely a qualified commander. Even if it were him, I am afraid that

It is impossible to make such a difficult decision.

"Time is precious. Since I have no other opinions, it's decided." Sauveris waved his hand, "Whether you plan to evacuate or fight next, go home and pack your things immediately and take away everything of value.

, find a way to hide those who can't take them away. After half an hour, those who want to evacuate will gather in the back mountain and set off immediately, while those who want to fight will go to the city wall. Remember, I only need three hundred, and only the best.

, young people who lack strength should leave voluntarily, today is not the day for you to sacrifice. Why are you still hanging around?"

The townspeople turned around without saying a word and ran towards their houses. Lancelot silently watched the hurried figures from behind. He turned his head and found that his friends had all gathered around him. He looked towards

The old dwarf Barend was still being supported by Pluto, but before he could speak, he was preempted by the other party:

"Stop talking, Sir Lancelot." Barend pushed his son away and stood up straight with his own strength. "Some of your human suggestions, even if they are completely well-intentioned, are of great benefit to us."
Chapter completed!