Chapter 733: Chapter 509, Dwarf’s call for help_1
Walking this road for the second time, it felt much more familiar.
They spurred their horses on, moving even faster than the previous time.
However, there was one peculiar incident.
The team was stopped midway by a patrol from Silver Wing City.
Fang Hao and the others immediately became tense, almost ready to fight.
Luckily, Nelson and other Funeral Priests were all inside the carriage and did not show their faces.
Perhaps the patrol took the carriage for transporting women and did not conduct a thorough check.
After checking the team’s credentials and purpose of their journey, the patrol allowed them to continue.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief after leaving.
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They resumed their journey towards the underground palace.
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Silver Wing City.
The Council Chamber.
The sudden increase in the number of council meetings left the representative members confused.
Some who were prepared to leave were forced to return by the cavalry, summoned to attend a meeting.
People whispered amongst themselves, guessing what could have happened that warranted such an urgent assembly of everyone.
Rebecca was seated in her position, her heart fluttering anxiously.
In her hurry that morning, she had forgotten to take the Light Feather from Fang Hao.
If the Archbishop was still relentless, persisting with the charges against Lyss City, and used his interrogation ability again…
What was she to do?
She glanced surreptitiously at the door, contemplating if she should leave right then and avoid the meeting.
She could think of an excuse later to explain.
Although there were guards at the door, they were not vigilant. She figured she could slip away.
Just as she was lost in thought,
The five leaders hurriedly entered from the top side…
As the five leaders took their positions, the entire hall fell silent at once.
All eyes were affixed on them.
Rebecca’s hands were clenched tightly, her knuckles were white from the pressure.
In a short while, Dordy of the Hall of Justice spoke in a deep voice, “Yesterday, we received news from the Dwarf City of Gray Iron that Eight Peaks Mountain was being attacked by the Undead army. They hope that the Federation will come to their aid.”
When they heard this news, there was quite a commotion in the room.
Relations between humans and dwarfs had not been close since their united effort to attack Crescent Heights.
Even due to border disputes and resource issues, things had been tense.
Now the dwarfs had the audacity to ask humans for help.
Discussions ensued among all the councilors.
Rebecca slowly opened her white, clenched hands, taken a back by the information.
She leaned back onto the chair, allowing her tense body to relax.
So it was not about her. It was about the Dwarves being attacked by the Undead.
Dwarves? Undead?
In the blink of an eye, Rebecca’s formerly relaxed brow furrowed again.
It couldn’t be… Fang Hao, could it?
Just a few days ago, he had mentioned some Dwarf territory matters to her. Moreover, apart from him, where else could there be such a large Undead army?
It had to be Fang Hao…
“Leader Dordy, the Eight Peaks Mountain is the Dwarfs’ territory. These past years, there have been frequent conflicts at the border with the Human Clan. We need to carefully consider this rescue mission,” a councilor said aloud, standing.
“Since Rune had ascended the throne, the Dwarfs have been in chaos, even repeatedly threatening our city. I have concrete evidence of these. And now that they are in trouble, they wish us to expend human and material resources to assist them, why should we?” another middle-aged man stood up, furiously slamming a thick stack of documents onto the table.
This man’s city was adjacent to the Dwarf border.
He was unlikely to ever have been happy seeing the Dwarfs in hardship, he would rather hold a party to celebrate their misfortune.
And now they expected him to send troops to assist them, keep dreaming.
Once these two brought up the recent actions of the Dwarfs, it garnered the support from other councilors.
Normally, they had little to do with the Dwarfs.
However, from the sounds of it, the Dwarfs caused trouble on human territory and only sought help when they experienced difficulties. Did they not value their dignity?
Soon, there were many who opposed the sending of troops.
The situation quickly unraveled into chaos.
Dordy struck the table three times, silencing the room.
Calm was restored to the giant chamber.
It was at this point that Archbishop Milton stood up.
He began to speak, “The Undead are the enemies of all living creatures. This time, the large-scale approach of the Undead must mean something is amiss on the Desolate Battlefield.”
Pausing for effect, he continued, incisively studying everyone present, “Humans and Dwarfs have fought the Undead and the Blood Clan together in the past, we have always been allies. It is only right for humans to come to their aid in this Undead calamity.”
Applause erupted from a few places after Archbishop Milton’s speech.
These were councilors deeply associated with the church.
No matter what Milton says, they would always echo and support him.
However, most people remained silent.
Lack of opposition didn’t mean consensus. At a later stage, if other forces were reluctant to deploy their troops, the Church alone would not be able to sustain a racial war.
Milton’s face turned sour.
The prestige of the church had been visibly waning.
Seeing the atmosphere turning uncomfortable,
Dordy at this juncture, spoke, “Archbishop Milton, please sit.”
Immediately after, Dordy’s gaze fell on the crowd below. He then spoke solemnly, “Since the founding of the Hundred Cities Federation, our mission has been to resist external tribes and create a secure space for humans to live. This time, the message sent by the Dwarfs said that there’s a large number of Undead, which had attacked and taken over five Dwarven fortresses in a single day.”