Full-Time Psychic Martial Artist

Full-Time Psychic Martial Artist Chapter 76

Lorne added 1 point to his base attribute [Agility], and a warm current immediately flowed through his body.

He casually swung the longsword a few times, feeling that it was a little more precise than before.

"Hoo hoo~"

The hooting of an owl came from overhead.

Lorne looked in the direction of the sound and saw Huhu, Monteridge's animal companion.

After circling once, it landed on the head of a nearby training dummy, folded its wings, and preened its feathers with its beak.

Lorne connected Huhu to the mental network and asked, "Has the orc army arrived?"

Huhu nodded up and down, "Hoo-hoo~ Hoo-hoo~ Hoo-hoo~" 'Many, many orcs entered the camp to eat and sleep.'

"Thank you." Lorne smiled and nodded. "Please continue the reconnaissance and let us know if anything comes up."

"Hoo hoo~" "Okay."

With a whoosh, it spread its wings and flew towards the north wall of the fortress, seemingly heading to find Monteridge.

Lorne glanced at the system time; it had been almost an hour. He then said to Kovina, "Summon the elves for a pre-battle mobilization meeting."

"yes!"

The tolling of bells and the sound of horns rang out simultaneously, the former coming from the castle's clock tower and the latter from the north gate of the outer city wall.

The elves who were not on duty in the fortress quickly donned their gear, picked up their weapons, and gathered at the open space in front of the north gate of the fortress.

"Are the orcs here?" an elven militiaman who arrived later asked the elven soldiers who had arrived earlier, somewhat nervously.

"It shouldn't be," the elven soldier said calmly. "They didn't let us go up the city walls; it must be a drill."

Upon hearing this, the elven militia breathed a sigh of relief.

On the city wall, Seina, Nelly, Lorne, Kovina, and Monteridge stood side by side, facing inwards.

Kovina glanced at the number of people and said to Lorne beside her, "Everyone's here."

"Okay." Lorne nodded, cast a "Trick: Amplification" on himself, stepped forward, and said loudly, "Hello everyone, I'm Lorne."

Lorne's voice was neither humble nor arrogant, but rather mature and composed beyond his years.

The amplification spell clearly carried his voice to the ears of every elf above and below the city wall, and the elves below immediately fell silent, all looking at Lorne.

Lorne took a deep breath and continued, "Eight nights ago, all the villagers of Luoye Village held a coming-of-age ceremony for me in front of the statue of the goddess Iluvela, when a group of orcs suddenly attacked us."

"Our village militiamen Lord, Locke, Lorraine, Emil, Sistine, and Shatar fought desperately, but the orcs were too numerous, and some were professionals. All five militiamen perished."

At this point, Lorne paused, clenched his fist, and said in a deep voice, "Among them, Lord and Emil are my parents, and the other four are my grandparents."

Upon hearing this, some of the elves looked angry, while others showed sadness. The elves of Luoye Village, who were familiar with the Lorne family, were filled with grief and indignation.

Lorne continued, "Later we learned that these orcs came from the Underworld, and their chieftain was called Gorgon."

"Gorgon plans to sacrifice the souls of ninety-nine elves to summon the demon legions of the abyss god Gorgath to assist the orc army in invading Seneson."

Before this, the elves only knew that the orcs had a large army, but they did not know that the orcs had such an evil plan.

After their initial surprise, many elves couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

Lorne did not continue speaking, but gave the elves ample time to discuss.

He listened closely and discovered that the elves' most frequent topic of conversation was whether Gorgon had captured enough elves to reach ninety-nine.

The discussion didn't last long before it came to a conclusion, because all the elves the orcs had captured had been rescued by Lorne and were on the scene.

After the elves had finished their discussion, Lorne continued, "The good news is that Gorgon hasn't captured a single elf yet."

The elves all breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Lorne's answer.

A female elf cried out, "It was His Majesty Lorne who saved us! Long live His Majesty!"

Lorne recognized the elf; she was Shana's mother.

With Shana's mother's shout, the other elves rescued by Lorne echoed, "Long live Your Majesty!"

Among these calling elves were the 83 elves that had been captured earlier, as well as snow elves with light blue skin and a height that was taller than the other elves.

Seeing that the other elves were about to join in the shouting, Lorne quickly raised his hand to stop them.

The elves quickly quieted down and stared longingly at Lorne.

Lorne took a deep breath and said loudly and sincerely, "This is not the achievement of just one elf, but the achievement of every elf present."

"It was Saloville and Monteridge who raced against time to deliver the news of the orc invasion and the retreat plan to every elven village in the valley."

"It was because you resolutely abandoned your own little family, traveled day and night, and risked your lives to cross the snow-capped mountains that the orcs failed to capture a single elf."

"It is the soldiers of Beilin Fortress who guard this city wall day and night, preventing the orcs from easily invading."

"If this is a miracle, it was not created by one or two chosen ones, but by the united struggle of every elf present!"

When he said the last four words, Lorne clenched his right fist, raised it above his head, and shouted.

A brief silence fell over the scene, until a sun elf, mimicking Lorne's gesture, raised his arms and shouted, "United we stand!"

Then, all the elves raised their arms and shouted, "Unite and fight!"

"Unite and strive!"

"Unite and strive!"

The sounds were rapid and uniform, crashing against the city walls wave after wave, soaring into the sky and resounding throughout the entire Beilin Fortress.

Lorne was excited and joined in the shouting for a while before raising his hand to indicate that he had something to say.

The elves quickly quieted down, each staring intently at Lorne, waiting for him to speak.

Lorne cleared his throat and said loudly, "Although the orcs haven't captured a single elf yet, Gorgon's evil plans haven't been completely thwarted by us."

At this point, his expression turned serious, and his voice deepened: "Gorgon has a Daedric artifact within him. He can use this Daedric artifact to summon a legion of demons and also to gain demonic power."

"As long as there are those who have died in the killing nearby, the demon artifact will capture their souls and offer them as sacrifices to the demon god of the abyss."

"This means that once the orcs begin their siege, even if none of us die, they can still sacrifice the souls of their own kind to summon demons."

"Once he successfully summons the demon army, we will inevitably suffer casualties, and our souls will likely be devoured by the abyss after death."

These words were met with a sudden, heavy blow to the excited elves, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over their heads. The atmosphere became as somber as the winter fog.

For this elf, death is not frightening, for the goddess will reward him according to the good deeds he has done in his lifetime.

Even the most ordinary elf, as long as they do more good than evil in their life, can be reincarnated as an elf again.

But all of this has one prerequisite: that after death, the soul is guided by the Web of Life to the realm of the gods.

If your soul is swallowed by the abyss, even if the goddess comes, she may not be able to save you.

As long as your soul cannot escape the abyss, you will be reincarnated as a demon time and time again, fighting for the abyss demons in countless worlds and plundering more innocent souls.

"Are you scared?" Lorne asked calmly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

The elves remained silent, and some even lowered their heads in shame.

Seeing that no elf spoke, Lorne said frankly, "It's normal to be afraid. Actually, I'm afraid too."

Upon hearing this, the elves who had bowed their heads in shame all looked up, their eyes filled with surprise and confusion.

Lorne said, enunciating each word clearly, "The Chosen Ones are not invincible. After I die, my soul will also be swallowed by the abyss."

The elves immediately stirred, whispering amongst themselves, clearly their illusions about the chosen ones shattered by this statement.

Lorne waited a while, until the elves had finished their private discussion, before speaking: "The duty of soldiers is to protect the land and the people, but you are just militiamen, and legally you are not forced to fight."

"So from now on, you have ten minutes to make a choice."

"You may turn around and leave within ten minutes; the south gate of the fortress will be open for you."

"In ten minutes, you will become real soldiers, deserters, and court-martial."

"Now, the timer begins."