Chapter 147： Bloody (below)

In the early winter, Silvermoon City was already quite cold, and the cold wind blowing from time to time brought up a lot of dust, covering the sky and the sun.

This garden city that was once cared for by half-elves has not been cleaned up for a long time.

Since the coup d'état started half a month ago, the cloud of war has been shrouded in the sky over Silvermoon City, leaving the residents of the city out of breath.

Now, this repression seems to be extremely heavy, and even the half-elves who have always been obedient can't help but want to vent their inner fear and depression.

Although the pile of heads outside the city caused many half-elves to panic, they also ignited the inner anger of more half-elves.

The behavior of the Marquis of Vincent completely tore off the veil of the hypocrisy of the Eastern Army, exposing the **** truth to the half-elves.

At the same time, a gossip spread in Silvermoon City at an astonishing speed——

The Eastern Army wants to slaughter the city!

From the beginning of its birth, this race believed in the strong and believed that money could be exchanged for shelter. At this moment, it finally felt the fear of genocide.

Just as the half-elves were panicked, confused, and angry, suddenly there was another news that Queen Aisha was about to give a public speech in the central square of the city.

As if they had found the backbone, the half-elves in Silvermoon City flocked to the central square, expecting their queen to lead them out of the predicament in such a crisis.

By noon, the central square was already crowded.

A high platform was temporarily erected in the center of the square, and in the eyes of all expectations, Queen Aisha finally slowly climbed onto the platform.

Aisha Miller, wearing the exclusive dress of the half-elf queen, looked so beautiful and glamorous, and so noble and dignified, at this moment, she seemed to be the incarnation of the goddess of fate.

The half-elves gathered in the square seemed to have been moved by the perfect figure, all holding their breath, looking forward to their salvation.

"My people..." Queen Aisha said.

The beautiful face is full of strength and calmness, and the awe-inspiring look seems to indicate that no one can make her lower her arrogant head.

"I know you are scared, scared.

However, the enemy will not feel pity for our fears and fears.

On the contrary, this will only make them raise the butcher knife even more without hesitation!

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War cannot tolerate fear and fear, and even more tears and prayers.

The only thing that can make the enemy fearful is the sword in our hands!

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The half-elves cannot live on the shelter of others forever.

Only a strong army, a warrior who is not afraid of sacrifice, and the belief that never give up is the true backbone of the half-elves!

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In the face of threats and threats from the enemy, we will never surrender, never surrender!

We will fight to the end!

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Please take up arms and join me,

Fight at the head of Silvermoon City!

Fight in every street, every house!

Fight in front of the church of the Glory Lord, fight under the eyes of the goddess of destiny!

We will never surrender!

Even if Silvermoon City is occupied by the enemy, we will continue to fight on every inch of the half-elf kingdom!

Until the benevolent and just gods are moved by our unyielding beliefs, cast down his power to save this race worthy of his great grace! "

Wow--

Queen Aisha's speech seemed like a spark falling into the dry pyre, instantly igniting the suppressed anger of the half-elves for a long time.

For a while, the entire central square was completely boiling.

The half-elves who fell into the frenzy, as if to completely vent the anger and depression in their hearts, they shouted and finally merged into a firm slogan——

"Fight to the end! Never surrender!"

"Fight to the end! Never surrender!"

"Fight to the end! Never surrender!"

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The magnificent voice echoed in Silver Moon City, sweeping away the stagnant aura that had been shrouded in the city for the past few days.

The dark clouds seemed to be shaken by such a vast momentum, quietly dissipating, revealing the sun that had not been seen for a long time.

The bright sunshine fell on the high platform in the central square of Silvermoon City, covering Queen Aisha with a dazzling halo, looking from a distance as if she was a goddess who was born in the world.

The wonders of the heavens and humans suddenly made the half-elves on the square even more enthusiastic.

Many people with tears in their eyes and chaotic prayers in their mouths actually worshipped the shadow on the high platform.

However, at this moment, the abnormal change came to the fore!

A dark, sharp arrow, like a poisonous snake out of a hole, shot at Queen Aisha like lightning.

Huh!

A sharp arrow pierced his chest, and blood spurted out.

The sacred and inviolable goddess in the half-elf's eyes fell on her back in full view!

Time seemed to have been pressed by the pause button. For such a moment, the world seemed to be quiet and there was no sound.

But the next second, the square boils again!

"Protect Your Majesty the Queen!"

"Catch the Eastern Assassin!"

"Vengeance for the Queen!"

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All kinds of messy sounds made the situation on the square completely out of control.

The half-elves couldn't believe that Queen Aisha, who had just brought them hope of redemption, fell on the high platform like this.

The last sensible string finally broke.

The gushing anger, under the guidance of a caring person, instantly pointed to the east.

The sound of revenge for the queen was higher than that.

At this time, even the weak half-elves did not want to mention the word surrender again, as if it were an insult to them and a blasphemy against Queen Aisha.

Countless red-eyed half-elves rushed to the conscription, they will uphold the will of Queen Aisha, fight to the end, and never surrender!

The enlistment of Mencorroque had never seen such a lively or even fanatical scene. Only five hours later, the 30,000 establishment of the Silver Moon Guard was replenished.

Those half-elves who failed to join the army were even unwilling to leave, 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 half-elves, who have always been weak and fearful of war, have finally been inspired by the **** nature hidden in their hearts under the intentional or unintentional promotion of various factors.

At this moment, they seemed unstoppable and fearless.

As this enthusiasm further fermented, Colin even had to ask the officers of the Silver Moon Guard to restrain his subordinates ~ www.novelhall.com~ This barely prevented the half-elf soldiers who were in madness from trying to rush out of Silver Moon City. The terrible thought of fighting the East to the death.

However, the half-elves, who were full of anger and nowhere, burned a fire at the head of Silvermoon City.

Of course, it's not that they are crazy and want to burn the city.

But to destroy the wisteria on the wall.

These wisterias, which were originally used to decorate the city walls, will obviously become ladders for the enemy to climb in the siege.

This behavior of the half-elves seems to be solemnly announcing--

The past weak and pleasurable race is gone, replaced by an iron-blooded race reborn from the ashes!

The elaborate arrangement of Queen Aisha and Colin, as well as the "God Assist" of the Marquis of Vincent, successfully inspired the blood of this race.

Although this blood is still very fragile at the moment, as long as it is reasonably guided, and the blood and heads of the people of the East are used as sacrifices, it may really be able to cast the martial soul of the half-elf race.