The early winter in Silvermoon City was already quite cold. The cold wind that blew from time to time brought up a large amount of dust that covered the sky.
This garden city that was once carefully cared for by the gnomes had not been properly cleaned for a long time.
Since the coup half a month ago, the dark clouds of war had been hanging over Silvermoon City, making the citizens feel suffocated.
Now, this depression seemed to have reached its peak. Even the gnomes who had always been resigned to it couldn't help but want to vent their inner fear and depression.
Although the mountain of heads outside the city made many gnomes panic, it also ignited the anger in the hearts of the gnomes.
Marquis Vincent's actions completely tore apart the hypocritical veil of the Eastern Army, revealing their bloody true face to the gnomes.
At the same time, a rumor spread through Silvermoon City at an astonishing speed.
The Eastern Army was going to massacre the city!
Since the birth of this race, they believed in relying on the strong and believed that money could be exchanged for protection. At this moment, they finally felt the fear of their race being exterminated.
Just as the gnomes were panicked, confused, and angry, another piece of news suddenly spread. Queen Aisha was about to give a public speech in the city's central square.
As if they had found their backbone, the gnomes of Silvermoon City all rushed to the central square, looking forward to their queen leading them out of this crisis.
It was already noon, and the central square had long been packed to the brim.
A high platform was temporarily set up in the center of the square. Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, Queen Aisha finally slowly stepped onto the platform.
Wearing the exclusive dress of the gnome queen, Aisha Miller looked so beautiful and elegant, but also so dignified. At this moment, she seemed to be the incarnation of the goddess of fate.
The gnomes gathered in the square seemed to be moved by this perfect figure. They all held their breaths, looking forward to their salvation.
"My people …" Queen Aisha opened her mouth.
Her beautiful face was filled with determination and calmness. That cold and inviolable expression seemed to indicate that no one could make her lower her proud head.
"I know that you are afraid and fearful.
However, the enemy will not pity us because of our fear and fear.
On the contrary, this will only make them raise their butcher's knife without hesitation!
… …
War had no room for fear and terror, let alone tears and begging.
The only thing that can instill fear in our enemies is the sharp sword in our hands!
…
Half-elves couldn't rely on the protection of others forever.
Only a powerful army, brave warriors who were not afraid of sacrifice, and a belief that they would never give up, were the true backbone of the half-elf race!
…
In the face of the threat and intimidation of the enemy, we will never surrender, never yield!
We will fight to the end!
…
Please take up arms and join me.
The battle took place at the top of Silvermoon City's walls!
Battles were taking place on every street and in every house!
Fighting in front of the church of the God of Light, fighting under the gaze of the Goddess of Fate!
We will never surrender!
Even if Silver Moon City is occupied by the enemy, we will continue to fight in every inch of the half elf kingdom!
Until the benevolent and just God, moved by our unyielding faith, sends down His power to save this race worthy of His great grace! "
Whoosh!
Queen Aisha's speech was like a spark falling into a pile of firewood, instantly igniting the anger that the gnomes had suppressed for a long time.
In an instant, the entire central square boiled with excitement.
The gnomes who had fallen into a frenzy seemed to want to vent all the anger and suppression in their hearts. Their shouts gathered together into a firm slogan.
"Fight to the end! We will never yield! "
"Fight to the end! We will never yield! "
"Fight to the end! We will never yield! "
…
A grand voice echoed through Silvermoon City, sweeping away the stagnant aura that had enveloped the city for the past few days.
The dark clouds seemed to be shaken by this vast aura as they quietly scattered, revealing the sun that had not been seen for a long time.
The bright sunlight shined on the high platform in Silvermoon City's central square, covering Queen Aisha in a dazzling light. Looking from afar, she looked like a goddess that had descended into the world.
This strange scene made the gnomes in the square even more frenzied.
Many of them had tears in their eyes as they chanted some unclear prayers. They were actually worshipping the beautiful figure on the high platform.
However, at this moment, a strange change occurred!
A black arrow that was like a poisonous snake shot out of its hole, shooting towards Queen Aisha like lightning.
Chi!
The arrow pierced through her chest and blood spurted out.
The inviolable goddess in the eyes of the gnomes fell down in front of everyone's eyes!
It was as if time had been paused. In that instant, the world seemed to have quieted down, not a single sound could be heard.
However, in the next second, the square boiled with excitement again!
"Protect Her Majesty the Queen!"
"Capture the Eastern Assassin!"
"Take revenge for the Queen!"
…
All kinds of chaotic voices caused the situation in the square to go out of control.
The gnomes could not believe that Queen Aisha, who had just brought them hope of redemption, had fallen on the high platform just like that.
The last string of reason had finally snapped.
The surging anger, under the guidance of some people, was instantly directed towards the Eastern Assassin.
The voices of taking revenge for the Queen became louder and louder.
At this moment, even the weakest gnomes were not willing to mention the word surrender. It was as if it was an insult to them, as if it was blasphemy to Queen Aisha.
Countless gnomes with red eyes rushed to the recruitment office. They would follow the will of Queen Aisha and fight to the end, never yielding!
The recruitment office, which had always been deserted, had never seen such a lively and fanatical scene. In just five hours, the thirty thousand members of the Silvermoon Guard had been replenished.
The gnomes who had not been able to join the army were even unwilling to leave. They were clamoring for the Ordnance Department to give them a weapon. Even if they could not join the army, they were willing to fight to the death for Queen Aisha.
The gnomes who had always been weak and afraid of war, under the influence of various factors, finally had their hidden blood aroused.
At this moment, they seemed unstoppable and fearless.
As this fanaticism continued to ferment, Colin even had to ask the officers of the Silvermoon Guard to restrain their subordinates. This barely stopped the gnomes who had fallen into madness from wanting to rush out of Silvermoon City and fight to the death with the Eastern Assassin.
However, the gnomes who were filled with anger and had nowhere to vent it still set fire to Silvermoon City.
Of course, this was not because they were crazy and wanted to burn the city.
It was because they wanted to destroy the wisteria on the city wall.
The wisteria that was originally used to decorate the city wall would obviously become a ladder for the enemy to climb up during the siege.
This action of the gnomes seemed to be a solemn declaration — —
The weak and easily bullied race of the past that was greedy for pleasure was no longer there. Instead, it was replaced by an iron-blooded race that had been reborn from the ashes!
Queen Aisha and Colin's careful arrangements, as well as Marquis Vincent's "divine assistance", had successfully aroused the blood of the gnomes.
Although this blood was still very weak, as long as it was properly guided and the blood and heads of the Eastern Assassins were used as sacrifices, it might be possible to forge the martial spirit of the gnomes.
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