There were five knights sitting in the conference hall, and most of the other figures were the leaders of the organization that resisted the demon clan. One by one, they surrounded the round table, and the atmosphere revealed a sense of depression and solemnity, which made Xia Zuo realize that something was wrong.

"There has been gathering troops in Ellis City. In less than three days, it will start attacking the Rock Fort!" Thorne looked at Xia Zuo.

"How many people are there in total?" Xia Zuo's tone revealed a low voice. He had already felt the news from the increasingly depressing atmosphere, but when he actually heard it, he still couldn't help but be surprised.

"One hundred jazz, five hundred demon cavalry, one thousand five hundred demon soldiers, and thirty thousand ordinary soldiers, which is half of the strength of Ellis City; and we only have seven thousand militias, eleven knights, plus the militia gathered in other castles, with 40,000 or 50,000 people." Before Xia Zuo could breathe a sigh of relief, Thorne continued, "In terms of numbers, we have a slight advantage, but in terms of combat effectiveness, we are far inferior to the other!"

On the one hand, there are well-trained and well-equipped demons, on the other hand, they are just civilians with anger and hatred... The atmosphere in the space suddenly became cold, and anyone could predict the ending that this war would bring after the war. Such a large-scale battle is no longer determined by personal strength. This means that when the war really breaks out, it is also the time for everyone to destroy! Of course... the length of time may not be certain, but the ending cannot be changed.

This is the ending that Xia Zuo has always imagined, but when the facts are really cruel, there is still a sense of unwillingness and anger...

There is silence in the space. Time passes in everyone's heart, but at this moment no one cares about these, or can't sense them, because the shadow of death has already enveloped their heads.

"Maybe, we can choose to evacuate?"

In the quiet space, a figure suggested. After attracting enough gaze, the figure slowly stood up, "leading the soldiers to evacuate from the Rock Fort. Then entering the desolation of the God of Death to get rid of their pursuit..."

Xia Zuo glanced at him, knowing that he was a leader named Masonic. His name seemed to be called Moss, "Train the soldiers away!? So what should their relatives do? Let them slaughter or take them with them? I don't think that leading them can escape the demon cavalry and escape into the desolation of the god of death?"

Hearing Shazo's contempt, Moss had no reaction on his face, "This is war!? At least if they are alive, they can avenge their families. But if even they die, what awaits us will be wiped out."

"For revenge, I think you were burned by hatred and let you say such nonsense?" Xia Zuo sneered at the other party, but his tone was already filled with anger.

At this moment, this old man in his forties showed extraordinary courage. Facing Xia Zuo's ridicule, he sneered in his tone, "At least it's better than leading them to die!"

"Just take them away like this, and then intensify their hatred. In the end, let them become tools in their hands. What do you mean?" Xia Zuo stared at the other party with anger flashing in his eyes.

"Don't you just want to do this? With their hatred, we launched this war and for ourselves..."

"fart!"

A terrible rumbling sound passed from the castle. After hearing the sound, the figures in the square walked into the administrative building one after another. Xia Zuo's face turned red and his breathing was rapid and he stared at a figure gasping for breath...

Dog showed the hideous teeth under his lips, the knights pulled out the cross sword, and the atmosphere in the executive hall fell into coldness. Mos seemed to feel Xia Zuo's anger, and his face couldn't help but change...

"What I want is not that illusory money and status, but the only justice left under the light, even if you pay for death." Xia Zuo stared at his eyes and said word by word. Every word was grinded from the cracks of his teeth, revealing the anger he contained at this moment. "If you were a knight, I would definitely duel with you, because your words not only insulted me, but also insulted all of us knights, but you are just a fucking idiot. Get out now! We don't welcome you here."

"You are too easily influenced by emotions. Following you will only lead us to death..." Moss stood up and walked out of the administrative building without hesitation.

The space became quieter and quieter, and there was no sound in the quiet castle. Such a thing happened before the battle, which was a heavy blow to everyone.

"Do you want to kill him?" Just when the atmosphere was quiet, Morodo held a knife and said to Xia Zuo. He was using Dongtu language, obviously not just Xia Zuo said it alone.

There were a few people in the room who could not help but change their faces. Although this sounded cruel, if you wanted to restore your morale, it was indeed a solution.

Xia Zuo shook his head decisively, "We just have different ideas and there is no need to cause killing. If I do this, then what's the difference with the demons?"

Morodo retracted the knife awkwardly, and when he saw the gloating eyes of the others, he couldn't help but feel angry and stared at them with his eyes...

Xia Zuo's eyes turned in the crowd and sighed softly, "What I did is to obey the justice in my heart. If you want to leave, I will not stop you!"

The administrative hall was very quiet. Suddenly, a raz sound came from under the chair. A figure with an excited expression stood up, "You are our only hope. I am willing to follow your footsteps forever and reach the other side of death, and also seek the justice in your mouth!"

The person who spoke was a young man and should be the leader of the organization, but Xia Zuo didn't know it. Most of the leaders of the organization responded one after another. Compared with some interest groups, the reason why they joined Xia Zuo was because they had a common concept and belief.

Xia Zuo looked at two or three silent faces, patted his excited and trembling figure, and walked out of the administrative building with big strides...

In the afternoon, Moss led his men to leave the Rock Fort. Their numbers were not large, almost three or four hundred, but such actions caused quite a lot of chaos. Seeing that such chaos was about to spread, the knights began to gather the militia.

Chaos and noisy sounds intertwined over the castle, dense figures surrounded the streets and alleys, Xia Zuo's figure stood on the shelf just built, looked at the figures, took a deep breath, and the voice began to slowly spread, "Just in Ellis City, I experienced the most humiliating thing in my life!"

Xia Zuo's words undoubtedly confirmed the rumors over the past period of time. The crowd became harassing again, and the discussion became louder. Just as the atmosphere became more and more chaotic, Xia Zuo's voice gradually became fierce, "But even so, I still stand in front of you, facing the figure stronger and more terrifying than me. I have never given up yet. This is not my war, but your war, but even so, I chose to participate in this war. Why?"

Looking at the figure with red skin, the space suddenly fell into silence...

"Our original purpose was to go on a mission to the Eastern Continent. That was because in our country, we were about to be attacked by war, but I still chose to help you. Why?"

Xia Zuo's voice became even more intense, and his tone contained an unconcealed anger, "That's because I firmly believe in justice, believe that the light will eventually break through the darkness, and believe that justice will eventually defeat evil. Even if I die, I will still believe in this way... Even if I am humiliated and even if I suffer guilt, I still have enough courage to stand up from the fall, then hold the cross sword in my hand tightly and point to those hypocritical and evil things."

"And what about you?" Xia Zuo pointed to the crowd, and the crowd suddenly felt a sense of chaos. "In this land, you have your own relatives, in this land, you have your home, this is your world... Now you can only defend all this by holding the weapons in your hands, not for others, but for yourself."

The shouts began to resound in the crowd, and the roar revealed a madness after despair. "Since I believe it so, please believe it with me. Even if death always believes it so well, no one can predict what will happen in the next moment. When we keep fighting and fighting, we will always have hope and miracles... Well, now please take the weapons in your hands. A war that belongs to us is about to break out, and we will eventually lead you through the prelude to the darkness!"

The shouts burst out in the crowd, and then they surged down like waves...

"Here you come!"

Just as the morale of the castle was raised again, the shouts began to be conveyed from the outside of the crowd. Xia Zuo's eyes narrowed slightly, his figure jumped off the shelf, and the crowd quickly made a passage. Xia Zuo led the knights around him to walk outside the castle along the passageway.

The sky had fallen into dusk, and orange-red light floated on the vast Gobi Desert. In the light, black shadows appeared in the sunset. Under the light, the light shone long, and the figures walked out of the light, scattered in the Gobi Desert, slowly walking towards the Rock Fort.

Most figures were wearing cloaks, and the hood above their heads covered their faces, but their strong bodies bulged the robe on their chests. Just when Xia Zuo was confused, someone took off his hood, which was a bald head, and then another person took off his hood, or a bald head, and another person took off his hood...
Chapter completed!