Chapter 243 Prepare For War

Chapter 243 Prepare For War

Moon City, Nightingale Kingdom.

Inside a spacious hall within the Royal Palace, the atmosphere was tense as the representatives of the four major races had gathered, having just received the terrible news.

Not just them, even the other Rank 3 Magi such as Professor Godfrey and Berger were also in attendance.

At the head of the long table, the King of the Nightingale Kingdom, Arnold Nightingale, sat with a grim expression. He glanced at all the Rank 3 Magi present and solemnly stated, "As you all know, the orcs have declared war upon us once again."

The representative of the dwarves, a stout middle-aged man with a thick, braided beard slammed the table in a fit of anger. "Those damn pig bastards! Don't they ever learn their lesson?"

"Calm down, Thurmir," the elf representative, a man with blond hair and topaz eyes spoke to him. "Even if they do learn from their mistakes from their past failures, it's not like they would ever stop trying. You should know just how relentless they can be."

"Celador..." Thurmir growled at the elf. "Are you okay with the number of deaths this war will bring upon our lands?"

Celador shrugged, speaking with an indifferent tone, "What else can we do? Do you perhaps intend to negotiate with the orcs peacefully?"

"You!" Thurmir was livid. He absolutely hated this condescending elf.

"Shut your mouths, you two. Or do you want a beating?" Suddenly, a cold voice descended upon the two, causing them to quit their squabble instantly.

The pair glanced at the person who had just spoken. Instead of retorting back, they simply lowered their heads and obediently nodded. "Yes, Lord Berger." Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

Although the gnome was also a Rank 3 Magus similar to Celador and Thurmir, the fact that they were so respectful toward him could mean only one thing.

That Berger was stronger than them.

When the representative of the gnomes, a middle-aged man named Sholkand, witnessed this scene, he couldn't help but feel immense pride in his heart.

He secretly glanced at Berger and thought to himself, Ah, Lord Berger... marvelous, simply marvelous! You truly are my role model!

Berger simply harrumphed at them and resumed smoking from his pipe. He glanced at Arnold and gestured for him to continue.

POW! POW!

"Ughhh!!" The elf and the dwarf simultaneously groaned and sat back down in their seats. Their foreheads were swollen like a potato. They didn't even have to look to see who had just hit them.

They simply lowered their heads once again and meekly apologized, "I'm sorry, Lord Berger, it won't happen again."

"It better not," Berger replied with an annoyed voice. "Or I'm going to make you wish you were dead."

Celarod and Thurmir nodded their heads like chickens pecking at rice grains. Meanwhile, Sholkand, who had a stoic expression on his face, was going crazy inside his head, Kyaa! Lord Berger, so cool!

The war between the four major races and the orcs had been going on for generations. Within the limited lands of the Southern Federation, resources were scarce, to say the least. That is why there would always be people fighting over them.

Conflict was inevitable.

In the past when war was waged between the two sides, Rank 3 Magi would also participate. However, the sheer destruction left behind in their wake was simply too much to recover from.

Rank 3 Magi were the leaders of their respective races in the Southern Federation and wielded enormous power. If they were to die, then their species would be reduced to nothing without their support.

That is why, hundreds of years ago, the Rank 3 Magi from both sides had come to an agreement - no Rank 3 Magi were to participate in this war over resources henceforth!

If anyone were to renege on this agreement, then all the Rank 3 Magi would band together and annihilate that person.

Arnold spoke with a heavy tone, "It has already been a day since the orcs started thier assault. Many of the towns and cities bordering the Murky Mountains have already fallen."

He got up to his feet and looked every Rank 3 Magi in the eye. "My fellow Magi, time is of the essence. We must conscript all able-bodied Magi to fight this war and protect our homeland."

The Magi glanced at each other and nodded.

Arnold continued, "Let us show those damn monsters the reason why our four races have stood strong for all these years. As long as we're united, there's nothing stopping us.

"Let us prepare for war!"