Turaman entered, and everyone fell silent.
"Bujia's wizard?"
"No, this ti I am here representing Erune," Turaman replied.
"What do you an?" the Great Elder asked, frowning.
"As long as the Withered Wood Council remains, rebuilding the Green Tower is rely a matter of ti. The Magic Tide is temporary; stable order should be established through prolonged struggle and repeated failures."
"Are you here to help us?" soone asked.
Turaman shook his head and frankly said, "It's more that the southern Erune needs a stable defense line. If the Druids of the Trade Wind Ring are nearly wiped out, the Black Forest is bound to spread to my holand; Erune can no longer afford to lose the region south of Ambeser."
"So you're staying to help us defend against the Wolf Calamity?"
"No, my ability is limited, I can only lead you away," Turaman smiled: "I've already drawn the Array, in the inn where I'm staying—of course, it is sowhat rude to set up a Magic Array in the room without the owner's permission, I will apologize for this later, but
now, what do you think of this proposal?"
Leave? Everyone fell silent, as leaving instantly ant abandoning the Green Tower. Although rebuilding is only a matter of ti, it's hard to let go of hundreds of years of hard work going up in flas. Doing so, how could they face the heroic spirits of their ancestors; compared to this, they might as well die in this
battle.
However, the wizard from the Silver Alliance was also right; temporary surrender and permanent surrender are not the sa, so so were moved.
"How many can Your Excellency take away?" the Great Elder calmly asked.
"A hundred, no more," Turaman replied.
Everyone gasped, this was both a sigh for the terrifying power of this Great Wizard, and because it ant that besides these hundred people, the others might only face extinction. If everyone could bravely face death there would naturally be nothing to say, but with so surviving it seed too cruel to
others.
Everyone has their reasons to survive, so who among the remaining has the right to choose who deserves this privilege?
The hall beca pin-drop silent.
Finally soone decided, "Let the young people leave, they are the hope of the future."
Although the Druids had initially sent away many elders and children, many outstanding young people remained to ensure the combat power left in the Green Tower. Everyone knew, once those core elites were moved, the defense outside the city hall would be like a leaky wall, riddled with holes.
Even so, Turaman still said:
"Only young people are not enough, they need experienced people to guide them. You wouldn't want them to repeat your past mistakes, would you? It's best to include one or two elders in this team, so the Green Tower will be rebuilt the quickest."
The hall fell silent again, everyone turned their gaze to the Great Elder. But the Great Elder said, "I remind you all, do not forget our agreent with that young lord from the Human World."
Everyone was stunned, not expecting the Great Elder to suddenly say this. Only Andrew looked at this hunched elder, who was shorter than almost everyone present, with a hint of admiration. He slightly puffed out his chest, as if infected by these words, feeling a sense of pride. A lonely pride,
for the Great Elder's words represented the Druids' belief, although stationed lonely in the Black Forest unknown to outsiders, it was solely to honor that oath made a millennium ago.
A true Druid would never forget their oath.
When everyone, when the Bloodline of Gold is lost on the Earth, when the silver people wander confused, when the descendants of the four Sages increasingly fall, corrupt, plunging the Earth into wars and pain today. Only the Druids forever stand at the forefront of defending Order, because of their sacred pact with Martha
, which they will never lose.
"I also oppose." A clear voice said, everyone turned, seeing a little girl standing amidst the crowd with a taut expression, looking angrily—Funiya: "We promised Brother Brand, we must uphold this promise, if today we abandon this promise, then
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