Chapter 483

Griffin Principality

Gracewell

This is also a prosperous city in the Griffin Principality. The tall city walls and strong and solemn city gates seem to tell the story of the city's past glory.

But at this time, the army of undead and demons had surrounded the city, and their armies were attacking the city wall all the time.

In the sky, streaks of fireballs and death clouds roared past from time to time.

The middle and low-level undead and demons on the ground are also attacking the city wall.

"Reinforcements! Where are our reinforcements?"

On the city wall, Count Orlando felt the explosion of fireballs, and looked at the soldiers who were blown away by the cloud of death, with eyes split open.

Ever since the enemy began to lead the army to attack, they had been under great pressure and fighting Up to now, no one knows how many legions have been killed in the battle.

However, since the undead attack, they have sent people out to ask for support, and then sent many more people, but everything was like a stone.

Boom!

Another one. The fireball exploded and swallowed up several Templar warriors. Their bodies were stained with flames, and they were also blown away by the impact and knocked down against the city wall.

The blood dyed the city wall red.

"Reinforcements! Where are the reinforcements!"

Count Orlando was just shouting crazily.

Speaking of which, the power of the Griffin Principality is not weak, but the continuous wars have greatly weakened their urban strength.

Not only that, after the demon attacked the third seal, They also sent troops to assist the land and the fourth seal land, which also led to their further weakness.

Now, only when they receive an attack do they feel so powerless

"Sir, we have no reinforcements, the Church of Light and the Archangels must have given up on us! We have been holding on for a day and a night since we sent out people asking for help, and the news has already spread!"

Finally a hero couldn't help shouting.

Everyone else also thought of this.

You know, this is not an ancient war world, and the transmission of news is so difficult.

Although this world is vast, it can rely on various It is extremely simple to send messages using magical power and portals.

Now that the Holy Empire is in a state of war, almost all messages can spread to various places in the shortest time.

Since the message has been spread, but no reinforcements have arrived, then The situation had already been explained.

They were abandoned!

"No, how could they give up on us!"

Count Orlando looked lost.

However, how could he not understand in his heart?

There was a look of resentment on his lost face. They had paid so much for the Holy Empire and continued to reinforce the main battlefield. , but in the end, he encountered an attack, but there was no support at all.

This was really disappointing.

Just when he was in despair, he saw Uther coming here on an undead horse in the sky.

Behind them are the majestic soul-grabbing death scythes. The big dart-headed horses and the scythes glowing with green light in their hands all bring an inexplicable intimidation to people.

"Uther!"

Seeing Uther in the sky, everyone's heart was filled with excitement.

Uther is the leader of the Silver Hand and the first paladin of the country, but even this Uther has turned into an undead.

People already know Everything about Uther, so they have no hatred for Uther at all, maybe they just have sympathy.

With their families destroyed and their bones buried in the wilderness, who can bear all this?

"Give up your resistance. It is impossible for angels and the Church of Light to support you. For them, your lives are of no importance and can be discarded. If one day they need you, they will definitely need new believers. Sacrifice!"

"If you are willing to surrender, then I can promise you that the civilians in the entire city will not be harmed in any way, and you can still live as usual!"

Uther said in a deep voice.

Even though he is an undead, you can still see the shadow of a knight in his every move. The burly figure exuding the aura of death actually makes people feel at ease.

Surrender?

Everyone on the city wall was stunned when they heard the news.

In fact, if they were attacked by any principality, or by dwarves, elves, academies and other forces, they would have surrendered long ago. The current Holy Empire has not It's not worth their while.

But the undead?

They never thought about surrendering to the undead from the beginning. It was like surrendering to the devil, so unrealistic.

On the city wall, there was a dead silence, and Uther waved his hand. , all the undead and demons retreated.

These demons assist the undead in attacking and must obey the orders of the undead.

"I can give you some time until dusk falls. If you haven't chosen yet, I will launch another attack on the city wall by then, and all of your warriors will be dead by then!"

"Think about it!"

Hesitation is already the best answer.

So Uther chose to give them another chance.

He quickly led the undead wave to retreat, leaving them some breathing space.

He knew that the Holy Empire had given up on this Since they gave up on this town, the undead can do more things.

With the power of the undead, it is not difficult to break through this city. They have never launched a substantial attack, but are waiting for the enemy. The arrival of reinforcements.

If reinforcements arrive, then destroy them all.

If reinforcements do not come, then it is time to conquer the town.

Now that the people in the Holy Empire are disorganized, he believes that there will always be people willing to join the undead.

Silver City-State , after all, is a distinct representative.

And if you think about it carefully, the orcs and dark elves also choose to cooperate with the undead.

So why not add another one of them?

……

"You say, what should we do now?"

Count Orlando asked in a deep voice.

When Uther retreated, all the Templar heroes gathered together.

Naturally, they all heard Uther's words.

To put it bluntly, there were already many People began to feel excited.

No one likes death, and fighting to death is only a desperate choice.

But once they have hope, it will be completely different.

After asking this question, the man looked around again, but When he scanned the faces of these people, he already had the answer in his heart.

The Holy Church did not support them, which seemed to give them the best reason.

Moreover, the Church of Light controls the empire, but yet it does this There are so many crazy things, they have enough reasons to convince themselves

"Can the undead really be trusted?"

One person suddenly asked

"Are the Church of Light and angels worthy of trust? Compared to them, the undead has at least been protecting the orcs and dark elves, and he has also been helping the development of these two races."

"It’s not that we are willing to surrender, it’s that the Holy Empire has given up on us! If we are alive, we can continue to protect the people here."

"The Silver City-States all cooperate with the undead, and they are not that unbearable."

Immediately someone spoke to refute, and one after another, the heroes of the temple also spoke. Their words did not directly answer, but everyone could know what they meant.

"So, let's vote, whether to surrender or to continue to defend."

Seeing this, Earl Orlando also fully understood what everyone was thinking. He sighed in his heart and continued. He still gave everyone a face.

He knew that it was difficult for them to choose directly, but their thoughts had been revealed. Undoubtedly, just use this method.

Soon, the vote was passed.

In the past few days, the first high-end town willing to surrender finally appeared!

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