My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Upon hearing Lin Mo say that he was going to directly attack the capital of the Holy Tower Kingdom, the ten golden dragon warriors were all stunned, their faces filled with disbelief.

They originally thought Lin Mo would go to Shenglin Village for the meeting first, but they didn't expect him to take an unconventional approach and strike at the heart of the enemy.

In contrast, Yin Xue's eyes lit up instantly, and he excitedly flapped his wings.

"The capital of the Holy Tower Kingdom?! It's said to have the largest Holy Light Church on the continent. There must be fragments of my soul inside, and maybe even some artifacts left over from back then. This is going to be interesting!"

Ah Jin frowned, stepped forward, and spoke with a hint of caution.

"Your Majesty, are we not going to attend the Sacred Judgment Conference in Holy Land Village?"

Lin Mo did not stop walking, a playful smile appeared on his lips, and his gaze remained fixed on the depths of the Holy Kingdom of the Tower.

"Of course I'll go. However, this is my first time attending such a high-level conference on the mainland, so I should bring some gifts for all the other participants, right?"

Having said that, he said no more, his black robe fluttering in the wind and sand as he strode forward.

The ten golden dragon warriors looked at each other, and after a moment, their eyes lit up with excitement.

A gift to mark our meeting?

Judging from His Majesty's posture, this so-called "greeting gift" is clearly a plan to take advantage of their meeting and directly seize their capital!

"Hahaha, that's great! Your Majesty truly dares to think and act."

One of the Golden Dragon Warriors couldn't help but let out a low shout, his face full of anticipation.

"Exactly! Attacking the capital directly would be much more satisfying than going to Holy Land Village!"

"I can already imagine their expressions when they hear this news."

"Let's go! Follow His Majesty, and let's see what the capital of the Holy Tower Kingdom looks like!"

……

Amid the discussion, the ten golden dragon warriors quickly followed Lin Mo's steps.

Yin Xue flew at the very front, chattering incessantly about the fragments of souls in the church, looking utterly impatient.

……

As they sped along, the sandstorm gradually intensified.

In the distance, a city shrouded in yellow sand gradually came into view.

The city stood in the sand, its walls weathered and its gates tightly shut, with the three large characters "Fite City" carved above them.

The flag of the Holy Kingdom of the Tower flies atop the city wall, fluttering in the wind and sand.

On the sand in front of the city gate, a soldier in tattered uniform was kneeling on both knees.

He gripped the yellow sand on the ground with both hands, pleading desperately towards the city wall, his voice hoarse with endless despair and urgency.

"Lord City Lord! I beg you! Lend me some troops! Lord Mag is under attack by a hundred thousand ghost troops at the border fortress and is on the verge of collapse! We only need a thousand, no! Five hundred will do! Even three hundred will suffice! Please have mercy and save Lord Mag, save our brothers at the fortress!"

Lin Mo and his group approached quietly, now only ten steps away from the soldier. He stood behind the soldier, his gaze sweeping over the figure on the city wall, and nodded to himself.

He knew in his heart that perhaps only ten high-level experts were needed to repel the enemy army.

But to defend a city or a piece of land, countless soldiers are needed.

Moreover, Mag and his companions were facing ghosts that could ignore ordinary city walls and move freely through them.

Therefore, borrowing troops is the most important thing Mag should do right now.

On the city wall, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe with a plump face stood looking down at the city; this was the city lord of Fitt City.

His face was full of impatience and arrogance as he sternly reprimanded the soldiers below.

"How many times have I told you! My city of Fite needs soldiers to guard its walls, where would I find extra manpower to lend to you? Get out of here and stop getting in my way!"

The soldier suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, his face full of anger and resentment, and his voice suddenly rose.

"Three years ago! General Mag led his men to clear the surrounding area of ​​monsters for you. I was in the group at the time and saw it with my own eyes! There isn't a single monster here, so what are you guarding?! You're clearly just letting us die!"

Upon hearing this, the city lord's face instantly darkened. He merely glanced at the soldier indifferently, his tone icy and chilling.

"How dare you! A mere soldier dares to point fingers at me, the city lord?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved.

Whoosh-!

A whooshing sound rang out from behind the city lord, and an arrow gleaming with cold light shot out like a meteor, accurately embedding itself in the sand in front of the soldier. The arrow's fletching was still trembling slightly, carrying a naked threat.

"This is a warning."

The city lord's voice rang out again, cold and ruthless.

"If you dare say another word, you'll lose your head."

The soldier shuddered, staring at the arrows before him, his despair gradually replaced by rage.

He abruptly pulled the arrow from the ground, clenched his fist, and stood silently in place.

Upon seeing this, the soldiers guarding both sides of the city gate lowered their heads and began to whisper among themselves, their voices filled with helplessness and sympathy.

"General Mag did indeed save Fite City back then, how can the city lord just stand by and watch it die?"

"Shh, keep your voice down! The city lord is ruthless; if he hears us, we're all doomed!"

"If General Mag can't hold out, and the Ghost Army comes to attack, our Fette City won't be able to escape unscathed either..."

……

The murmurs weren't loud, but they clearly reached everyone's ears.

The city lord on the city wall grew increasingly gloomy, staring coldly at the soldiers below, a hint of mockery and murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

His fingers unconsciously rubbed the jade pendant at his waist, clearly showing his extreme dissatisfaction with the discussions and the soldiers' resistance.

However, out of consideration for his reputation, he did not take any further action.

The soldier remained silent for a long time before slowly loosening his grip on the arrow.

His knuckles turned white, and the anger in his eyes was gradually replaced by helplessness.

After a moment, he finally understood, turned around, mounted his horse, and flicked the reins.

He didn't glance at the city lord on the city wall again, nor did he pay attention to the discussions behind him.

He resolutely turned his horse around and galloped towards the border fortress.

The figure gradually became smaller in the swirling sandstorm, yet it carried an undeniable firmness.

Dust blew past Lin Mo and the others.

One of the ten golden dragons frowned, his tone full of disdain.

"Tsk, I thought he was a tough guy, but he left so slunk away. What a disappointment."

Lin Mo gently shook his head, his gaze fixed on the direction the soldiers had gone, his tone calm and clear.

"The only thing he can do now is to quickly inform Mag about the failure to borrow troops, so that Mag can prepare in advance and find another way out. This is the wisest choice."

Upon hearing this, the golden dragon immediately looked ashamed, lowered his head, and spoke respectfully.

"Thank you for pointing it out, Your Majesty. It was my foolishness that led me to this conclusion."

Lin Mo didn't say anything more, withdrew his gaze, and turned to look at the city lord who was still staring at them from the city wall with a sinister look.

His aura gradually turned icy, and a sharp glint flashed in his originally calm eyes.

He slowly raised his hand, the hilt of the black sword slightly visible in the sandstorm, and spoke in a deep voice, not loud, but carrying an irresistible pressure.

"Alright, now it's our turn."