Chapter 597: Chapter 458, you have to protect me at that time_1
Once these words were spoken, a pall of silence fell over the entire room.
It wasn’t surprise at Rhesa’s words that caused it, rather everyone present had heard of an alternative to battle.
Most of the people gathered here were chiefs of nearby villages.
Originally this ordeal had nothing to do with them, they were dragged into the city by the forced command of Tasgo City.
Now they were surrounded by the undead, and they couldn’t leave even if they wanted to.
Everyone didn’t dare to voice it, but inside they were cursing the people of the three tribes.
Most tribes had experiences of relocation.
If there is no way to win a war, then just take the tribespeople and leave, there’s no need to fight head-on with so many undead.
They regretted their decision greatly.
Now Rhesa brought the news that the undead promised to open the city gates to avoid the war, and the various small and medium tribes began to hesitate.
After a brief silence, the whole place became chaotic at once.
Many minor leaders behind the three major chieftains began to whisper and converse in low voices.
It was clear that some people were already moved.
Upon hearing the subsequent debates, the expressions of the three major leaders became serious, if the discussion continued, there was the high likelihood of dissent brewing within the army.
“Silence!” Krat shouted angrily.
The room was once again silent. Krat continued, “So this is the undead’s strategy? Planning to open the city gates with this child’s trick? Since when did the undead start making promises to the living?”
“City Lord Krat is correct, who can guarantee that the undead will keep their promises? They’re just trying to cause disagreements among us by adopting this method.” At this time, the Great Commander of the Blackstone Tribe also chimed in agreement.
The ones who dread surrender the most in the entire venue were Krat and the Blackstone Tribe.
Krat was the City Lord of Tasgo City, if the city was lost, he would lose everything.
As for the Blackstone Tribe, they were the instigators of this confrontation. While anyone might survive, if the undead were victorious, they would undoubtedly be killed.
Upon hearing this, the others had to admit it was true.
A great battle was imminent, choosing to trust the undead at this time was indeed not a wise decision.
Rhesa frowned as she watched her father’s indifferent face, feeling somewhat anxious.
The strength of the undead was already apparent to everyone. She didn’t understand why they should continue with a war they couldn’t win.
Just as she was thinking of persuading them again.
Krat was the first to speak, “Alright, this matter is settled. Everyone should take this time to prepare. True, the enemy is numerous but they are low-level undead and not difficult to deal with.”
Everyone nodded, indicating they understood.
At this point, they could only follow Krat’s instructions.
“So what about these three traitors?” someone asked aloud.
Krat looked at Blackstone Clan Leader Andras and asked, “Andras, your daughter, what should we do?”
“Hmph! I have no such daughter, do as you please with her.” Andras scoffed coldly, his stance unwavering.
“Guards.” Krat yelled.
Immediately, guards walked in, awaiting the City Lord’s orders.
Krat spoke directly, “Take the three of them out and behead them. Hang their heads on the city gates as a symbol of our resolve for this war.”
“Yes, sir.”
The guards stepped forward, escorting the three outside.
The other two wailed loudly for mercy, but Rhesa just stared wide-eyed at her father.
She had done everything possible to protect her tribe and her children from the undead, begging Fang Hao to allow her to persuade her father.
Why was she branded a traitor now?
Her father, at this moment, did not even glance at her, just whispered with Krat about the plans for what was ahead.
She didn’t know what she had done wrong, why she was a traitor.
Just for not having died in the city?
Or was it because she should not have come here to persuade her own father to surrender?
Just as the three of them were going to be dragged away.
Shadow Moon Tribe’s Clan Leader, Leitoz, suddenly spoke up, “Hold on.”
Everyone looked at him. Leitoz continued, “Give these three to me. I need a few people to test my poisons, just so happens I am short of hands.”
“Alright, then the three of them are yours.” Krat didn’t give it much thought and quickly agreed. Then he told everyone, “Everyone return to your posts, prepare for the enemy.”
All the leaders nodded collectively, exiting the room, returning to their respective teams.
Leitoz, leading the guards, took Rhesa and the others to their army’s base.
Upon entering the room.
Leitoz just sat there, lost in thought.
After a while, Leitoz asked, “Where’s Spencer?”
Spencer was the Red Dragon who, according to the Great Commander’s description the night before, had gone to ambush the undead leader during the fight but had not appeared since.
It was highly likely that he had fled.
Rhesa shook her head, “I don’t know, he might be dead.”
Leitoz’s brow furrowed in worry again. This undead really feared nothing at all.
The Dragon Clan was known for their protectiveness, if the news got out, they might incur the Dragon Clan’s vengeance.
By then, without them lifting a finger, the Dragon Clan could annihilate the undead.
But unfortunately, they could not wait that long.
“Why didn’t the leader of the undead kill you?” Leitoz asked again.
Rhesa looked at the towering orc leader in front of her and replied, “My man knows the leader of the undead. Also, I promised them that I would convince the surrounding villages to become affiliated after the war.”
“Oh? Your man is also an orc?” Leitoz gave Rhesa a once-over.