However, the nobles below obviously have not noticed the king's irritability. After all, they all want to express their opinions on issues that determine the survival of the country.

However, after a few minutes, looking at the nobles below who were still not stopping, Gregory finally couldn't help but stood up angrily and shouted:

"That's almost enough. Now everyone please be quiet!"

Hearing the king's roar, the nobles stopped arguing and obediently chose to stand near the throne, waiting for the king to decide the next fate of the kingdom.

Gregory took a deep breath, then looked at the old noble who was already panting from the fight and asked:

"According to you, if we choose to surrender to the elves, what is the probability that we can avoid being massacred?"

"...Your Majesty, since there is no precedent for surrendering to the elves on the continent of Pendor, I can only say that the probability is very small.

But one thing everyone knows is that if we choose to resist, if we are defeated, we will definitely end up in the same fate as the Fierce Lion Realm!"

The old noble's sworn words surrounded the castle, which immediately won the approval of many nobles, but also made the nobles who advocated perseverance show disdain on their faces.

surrender?

Ha~ I can guard the Crow Realm until I die of old age!

For them, the cold glaciers and steep mountains of Ravenland feel like home.

Even the tens of thousands of Jatu legions and Misty Mountain armies can only be defeated by the skilled bows and arrows and guerrilla warfare of the Crow Realm people!

As for a flying dragon?

The powerful god of bows and arrows, Ulvit, will never watch these devout believers destroyed!

The confident nobles obviously didn't know that the god of bows and arrows they had longed for had long been reduced to a replica of Lady Mist and was undergoing various experiments.

After being silent for a long time, Gregory finally recovered from his hesitation, looked firmly at the white-bearded nobleman below and said:

"Duke Adarian, since you said so, we need to be prepared. You are responsible for negotiating with the elves to see what conditions they can offer if we choose to surrender;

Count Otto, you are responsible for recruiting soldiers from all over the city and discussing the next battle plan with Duke Adarian."

"As you command!"

Both nobles saluted King Gregory without hesitation, and no one noticed the smile on the corner of the gray-haired Duke Adarian's mouth.

Through the thick plate armor, Adarian couldn't help but touch his chest, where a silver cross was emitting a faint light!
Chapter completed!