604: Chapter 284: The Guiding Spirit_3 604: Chapter 284: The Guiding Spirit_3 Orland people, Seryan people, Kantadar people, Dinexion people…
Helarnian people.
She had never seen so many warriors from all over working together for the sa goal before, the crisis seed to be the force that united everyone.
But…
the girl glanced at Leon.
She knew very well that almost everyone here was gathered because of him.
“…That underground mine tunnel has many narrow and elevated slopes, I’m afraid it’s not suitable for your warhorses to pass through, especially the latter half.
The rchant guild definitely didn’t want too much commotion back then, not to disturb the Pope Court people.
Many parts built later aren’t spacious; over ti, there might have been collapses, I wouldn’t dare to say.” Ancient dwarf Hem, arms folded, loudly reminded from the hall.
Though he ca as an envoy communicating between the two races, without the secret mine tunnel map, his professionalism as a mber of the mining team still allowed him to clearly rember all the data annotations and routes on the backup map.
Leon touched his chin, furrowing his brow.
He had thought that all dwarf mine tunnels were at least as spacious as Avalon’s underground mine tunnels.
This ant…
whether knights’ warhorses, the dwarf army’s lter Demon, scorpion-tailed lions, or even those two powerful dragon beasts, none could pass through the secret path.
“Are there any traps in that secret path?” Leon asked just in case.
“I can guarantee there are none,” Hem waved his hands repeatedly.
Leon nodded and scanned the hall.
The Alliance’s Spellcasters’ troops were heavily damaged by vampire attacks; Master Harvey lost mobility, Warlock apprentices were halved, the troops capable of using Holy Light Protection sharply reduced.
He also had to leave two Spellcasters to protect the non-action participating army.
Now, counting all possibilities, the real participating troop scale was only around four thousand five hundred.
“Lord Gao Limu, Lord Kamoz,” Leon looked sideways at the two Dwarf Kings.
“How many warriors can the Helarnian provide to help attack Rolannar?”
The King of Steel Furnace Castle pondered and then shook his head, “A thousand Helarnian Forbidden Guards, no more.”
Leon nodded appreciatively, it was much more than he had expected, and far more generous than a certain Second Lieutenant nad Sivatus, who only provided “three”.
“The sa for , but…” Kamoz said, glancing at Gao Limu.
He pulled his voice rough and rude, “I will personally go with you to that Rolannar!
If I find out you deceived , I assure you I will hamr your head into your chest.”
Lokhak’s burly fra rose angrily, the Avalon Knights behind him tightly gripped their sword hilts, angry at the rough-stalking dwarf king for his uncouth offense towards their Lord.
Kamoz didn’t even glance at these frail long-body species.
Only suddenly feeling a sharp killing intent, he faintly glanced at the golden-haired girl standing behind the knights.
Leon hurriedly reached out and forcibly pulled Lokhak back to his seat, smiling and nodding to Kamoz, “It is my honor to fight alongside the King of Wilderness; I also promise to fulfill my commitnt to the Helarnian.”
Gao Limu looked at his obnoxious cousin with an annoyed face, sighed, and said to Leon, “I too will go with you to Rolannar.
Until you fulfill your promise, I don’t want you to die at anyone’s hands.”
Leon bent slightly, expressing thanks.
These two dwarf kings, over a hundred years old, were both very powerful warriors.
He could sense that with them leading the Forbidden Guards to personally campaign, the Alliance’s pressure would be greatly reduced.
Now, only the last issue remained.
If indeed this crisis was orchestrated by Spirit Realm Demons, then Rolannar might have very likely beco a Spiritual Field.
Even the city area alone, Rolannar was quite a large city.
That city housed more than a million people during Lola’s lifeti, only to have the population sharply decrease in the early years of the Seryan Kingdom establishnt, falling to as low as ten to two hundred thousand.
Until the rise of the Holy Sun Church, regaining control over Rolannar, setting Holy Land City as the headquarters of the Seryan Diocese, gradually restored to four to five hundred thousand people.
If such a big city fell into space-ti chaos, leading four thousand troops to deal with potential demon and undead attacks while searching for the path to the Great Temple would undoubtedly be suicide.
However, the lantern could only guide to the most desired location of the soul wick, usually leaving the Cursed Land, not opening a path for the army to reach the destination.
Unless, a soul currently eager to visit the Great Temple could be found, to serve as the wick.
But such undead were few and far between…
where could one find?
Even if captured within Rolannar City, the tortured undead likely only wanted to flee Holy Land City.
Must we find a volunteer within the Alliance, eager to visit the Great Temple to end the crisis, willing to sacrifice themselves to guide the army?
Not to ntion he would never do such a despicable thing as killing his own.
Even if he were heartless to consider it, only he, Lokhak, and Azeryan were the residents of the Rolannar Region, having been near the Great Temple, eting the criteria.
Could it be the three should martyr themselves?
But that’s not enough.
“What to do?
Lola, where should we go to find several souls eager to go to the Great Temple?” Leon could only plead in his heart.
Then, he heard the amusing voice of his small ntor:
“…Foolish disciple, only now do you consider this question?
But I was already prepared, the Soul Stabilizer can connect, such a soul only needs one.”
Leon suddenly realized, becoming aware of what he had subconsciously ignored.
“The soul eting such requirents is within you, isn’t it?
Go ahead…
I will guide your way.”
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