Zither Emperor Chapter 813 Chapter 259 Faran Army Part 1

813: Chapter 259 Faran Army (Part 1) 813: Chapter 259 Faran Army (Part 1) Anya, Supreme Elder Wei Ming, Chief of the Dwarven race Rutz, Elder Guru of the Goblin Tribe, the Druid chiefs, and the senior leaders of Qin City were all gathered in the Council Hall at the peak of the Burna Mountain Range at this moment.

Ye Yinzhu, flanked by his two wives and Oliveira, strode quickly into the Council Hall and took his seat at the head of the room.

The atmosphere in the entire Council Hall was very solemn; no one’s face bore a smile, and the oppressive air made it feel hard to breathe.

“Sister Anya, what matter has called us all together?” Ye Yinzhu asked in a deep voice.

Anya’s expression was very grave as she said, “Faran is on the move.”

Although Ye Yinzhu had already guessed this result, his heart still involuntarily tightened when he heard Anya say it out loud; Faran was indeed ing.

Anya continued, “We have just received news from the Milan Empire, about three hours ago, Faran suddenly dispatched a large number of warriors into Milan Empire territory, racing towards us at full speed.

According to the messages from Milan, Faran had mobilized the strength of at least four legions, most of which were flying formations, heading northward at an extremely fast pace.

Among them, there are at least three thousand mages.

According to our calculations, they will reach Qin City in three days and launch an attack on us.”

As soon as Anya finished speaking, the atmosphere in the Council Hall became even more oppressive, and all eyes fell on Ye Yinzhu, waiting for his decision.

Ye Yinzhu lifted his head, his face calm, showing not a trace of surprise, “Do we know how many of Faran’s Seven Tower Lords have e this time?”

Anya shook her head and replied, “We don’t know.

Milan could only send a rough message, and we are not clear on the exact forces Faran has mobilized.

It is speculated that Faran would not send more than half of its own troops.

At most, four of the seven Tower Lords would e.”

On the Ryuzakinus Continent, the term Faran represented absolute authority.

Even though it had not been involved in the continent’s struggles for countless years, no one doubted the strength that Faran possessed.

It was the sacred place of mages, and the bined number of mages from all countries might not necessarily match that of Faran.

Moreover, Ye Yinzhu had once witnessed the formidable strength of Faran’s Twelve Knight Regiments.

Supreme Elder Wei Ming said, “Yin Zhu, it is a critical moment for the survival of Qin City, and everyone needs your decision.”

Ye Yinzhu slowly stood up, then suddenly laughed, his tone even containing a bit of scorn, “Only half of Faran’s strength?

If that’s the case, perhaps their fate won’t be much different from that of the Seven Dragon Cities.”

Ye Yinzhu’s relaxed demeanor made everyone pause; they hadn’t expected His Excellency, the Zither Emperor, to have such confidence.

Anya couldn’t help but say, “Yin Zhu, Faran is not like the Seven Dragon Cities.

Whether it is their own strength or mand capability, they’re far superior to the Dragon Clan.”

Ye Yinzhu raised his hand to stop Anya from continuing and stood tall and proud, a radiant glow shining on his handsome features as the majesty of a king emerged, “Since the establishment of Qin City, when have we ever had true peace?

When the Milan Empire’s Northern Legion of three hundred thousand elites attacked, did any of you think we could resist?

When the Dragon Clan armies pressed on our borders, did we cower?

Qin City is the home of us all, and any invader, however distant, must be punished.

Faran is not invincible; I have confidence that we will secure victory this time.”

Ye Yinzhu’s confidence ignited a fire in everyone present, and the oppressive atmosphere gradually turned into a burning determination.

Flames of resolve began to blaze in everyone’s eyes as they clenched their fists tightly.

“Indeed, Qin City is our home, and no one can invade our homeland,” declared Supreme Elder Wei Ming, clenching his fist firmly.

“Since Faran is ing, let them taste the might of our Magic guide cannons.

His Excellency, the Zither Emperor, the lives of three thousand of our Dwarf race warriors are in your hands.”

“The Druid tribes swear to defend our homeland to the death.”

The various tribes expressed their allegiance to Qin City, and the desire for battle replaced the prior fear, their gazes being ever more resolute.

Ye Yinzhu nodded and said solemnly, “Time is pressing.

Let’s start preparing right now.

Sister Anya, Elder Wei Ming, the arrangements within Qin City are up to you.

I will bring others back as quickly as possible to strengthen our forces as much as we can.”

Anya said, “Good, leave this side to us.

Yin Zhu, isn’t it time for your brother-in-law to e back too?”

Ye Yinzhu took a deep breath, his eyes flashing coldly, “Leave all that to me.

Everyone, move out, have all civilians from our tribes retreat into the mountains to avoid being affected.

We have three days.

This time, we will give the nations of the Ryuzakinus Continent a brand-new recognition of Qin City.”

The gaze shifted to the leaders of the two tribes, Rutz and Guru, “Big Brother Rutz, Elder Guru, you only have three days.

I demand that within these three days, you prepare another set of portals.

Remember, this is related to the life and death of Qin City.

Do not spare any materials.

The quality of the portal must be guaranteed.”

Guru thought for a moment and said, “If it’s to transport back to our Qin City, there isn’t much of a problem.

We just need to create a single-use portal.

Leave it to us, we guarantee to plete it within three days.”

A trace of coldness flickered across Ye Yinzhu’s face as he clenched his fists tightly, “Good, I’ll wait for your good news.”

After a quick discussion, Ye Yinzhu left Oliveira in Qin City.

With him there for strategic and tactical mand, Ye Yinzhu himself could fortably handle his own affairs.

Qin City became like a massive machine, operating at high speed, with warriors from all tribes throwing themselves into preparations for war without exception.

Every available resource within Qin City was mobilized for the war effort, regardless of the cost.

Through the portal, Ye Yinzhu, along with his two wives, returned to Holy Light City at the first opportunity.

Sura and Haiyang were in charge of notifying the manders of each legion, and the Qin City Army quickly gathered.

Ye Yinzhu himself personally went to the Northern Legion Marshal’s Mansion.

“Marshal Martin.” Ye Yinzhu strode into Marshal Martin’s Mansion.

“Oh, Yin Zhu, what brings you here?” Martin looked at Ye Yinzhu with some surprise and quickly gestured for him to sit, “Please sit down, let me get you some tea.” He was in the middle of a meeting with the Northern Legion’s officers.

With a solemn expression on his face, Ye Yinzhu walked up to Martin, “No need, I have important matters to discuss with you.”

While in Qin City, although Ye Yinzhu appeared at ease on the surface, in reality, he felt more anxious inside than anyone else.

However, as the mainstay and lord of Qin City, he could not show even a hint of panic.

Only by first stabilizing the morale of Qin City’s people was there a possibility of victory.

He did this exceptionally well, at least the city itself was bursting with the will to fight.

Martin, seeing the serious expression on Ye Yinzhu’s face, realized something significant had happened.

Since Ye Yinzhu had brought the Qin City Warriors to Holy Light City, it was the first time Martin had seen such a troubled look on his face.

Waving his hand, he said, “Alright, everyone, please leave us.

I have matters to discuss with His Excellency, the Zither Emperor.”

The officers of the Northern Legion already wholeheartedly respected Ye Yinzhu and saw nothing amiss with Martin’s actions; they all stood and left.

In the spacious council hall, only Ye Yinzhu and Martin remained.

“Yin Zhu, what has happened?

The Beastmen haven’t made any moves, right?”

Ye Yinzhu’s voice was heavy, “Just because there are no moves now doesn’t mean there won’t be later.

Marshal Martin, I solemnly request that you, regardless of the cost, ensure the defense of Holy Light City for the next five days.

We cannot allow the Beastmen to step over the line.”

Upon hearing Ye Yinzhu’s words, Martin’s face also turned somber.

Long in mand of the Northern Legion, his mind raced, and he immediately sensed trouble, “Yin Zhu, could it be…”

Ye Yinzhu nodded and said, “Faran’s Army is on the move, headed for Qin City.

I must immediately lead troops in reinforcement.

This battle, it’s not just about the life and death of Qin City, but also the survival of Milan.

If we win, we will have plenty of opportunities; if we lose…” His tone grew gradually heavier with the last few words.

Martin drew in a sharp breath, his eyes flashing with anger, “How dare Faran, to break the very rules they established!”

Ye Yinzhu sneered, “In this world, the rules are always set by the strong.

It’s useless to blame the heavens or others; the best approach is for us to bee the ones who set the rules.

Marshal, I’ll leave this in your hands.

I must leave immediately.”

Having said this, Ye Yinzhu saluted Martin and then turned to stride out.

For him, the three days were incredibly urgent, with much left to do.

Faran, this land famed across the continent as the place of faith, Qin City would need to amass even more strength to overe it.

The oute of this battle was of tremendous significance.

“Yin Zhu.” Martin took a step forward and called out urgently.

Stopping, Ye Yinzhu turned back, “Is there something else, Marshal?”

Martin asked with some difficulty, “How confident are you that you can withstand Faran’s attack?”

Ye Yinzhu took a deep breath, and as he resumed walking, four words reached Martin’s ears, “One hundred percent.” (To be continued.

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