Full-Time Psychic Martial Artist

I can't even glare at them all

The elves started talking again, making an even bigger commotion than before.

However, not a single elf turned and left until the timer ended.

They all stood in their original positions, their gazes even more resolute than before.

Lorne secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In this situation, if just one elf leaves, there is a high probability that more elves will flee as well.

He admitted that there was an element of gambling involved. But he won the gamble.

In fact, even if he made the wrong bet, he didn't regret it.

History has proven countless times that an army that relies on conscripting able-bodied men to replenish its ranks has no fighting power.

To win this fierce battle, every participant must clearly understand who they are fighting for.

Why fight?

"Very good, now you are all real soldiers."

As Lorne spoke, he snapped to attention and gave a Seneson salute: "May the goddess bless the elves!"

"May the goddess bless the elves!" the elves returned the greeting in unison, the sound so powerful that the city walls trembled slightly.

After the ceremony, Lorne relaxed and smiled, saying, "As you all probably know, last night I went to the orc war camp alone."

The elves nodded, looking at Lorne with expectant eyes, hoping that the chosen one would personally recount his unparalleled bravery.

Lorne smiled knowingly and said, "That camp has about three thousand orcs. Do you know what it feels like for an elf to fight against three thousand orcs?"

The elves' curiosity was immediately piqued; they all opened their eyes wide and pricked up their ears, afraid of missing a single detail.

Lorne took half a step forward and squatted down on the edge of the city wall in a very unladylike manner, as if chatting with the village elves.

He raised his right hand, extended two fingers, and pointed to his eyes.

This action immediately reminded the elves of the rumor that "whoever the Chosen One glares at will get their head blown off," and they all held their breath, waiting for what would follow.

After pointing to his own eyes, Lorne swept two fingers across the more than two thousand elves gathered at the foot of the city wall and said, "The situation back then was similar to now, but I wasn't standing this high, and I was surrounded by orcs."

"One elf against three thousand orcs. I can't possibly keep up with just my two eyes."

The elves were all stunned, and the crowd was so quiet that not a sound could be heard.

About seven or eight seconds later, a small group of elves realized what was happening and couldn't help but chuckle.

Lorne laughed along, and then all the elves laughed, including Kovina, Seina, and Monteridge.

The elves' laughter didn't last long; they soon fell silent.

They just needed some laughter to relieve stress, but their overall attitude remained quite serious and tense.

After all, a brutal war in which death would condemn one's soul to eternal damnation was just around the corner.

Looking at these elves, Lorne suddenly thought of eight words:

"United yet focused, serious yet lively."

From that moment on, those most lovable people in my memory, whom I had never met in person, suddenly came to life.

Lorne couldn't help but want to stand with the most adorable people.

So he subconsciously cast a Featherfall spell on himself, leaping down from the fifteen-meter-high city wall and landing among the elves.

The elves looked excitedly at Lorne, who was so close, and politely stepped aside, but not too far away, only about a meter.

Lorne smiled and looked around, continuing the previous topic: "Although I don't have the ability to blow someone's head off just by glaring at them, I have wisdom and courage. I challenged their strongest warrior to a duel to the death, in accordance with orcish tradition, and I defeated him."

At this point, Lorne took out the Zaku II, a substitute body for another body crafted from Gorac, and raised it high with both hands to show it to the elves.

The elves opened their eyes wide in surprise.

Many of them were observing orcs up close for the first time, so they craned their necks and peered closely.

"This is the strongest warrior of the orc army. His name is Gorac, the brother of Gorgon, and he knows many of Gorgon's secrets. One of the abilities the goddess bestowed upon me is the ability to repair and borrow the bodies of the dead and obtain all their memories."

As Lorne spoke, he put away his physical body, his soul entered Zaku 2, and stood on the ground.

The elves were slightly startled and instinctively retreated.

Lorne, in his orc form, shouted, "Don't be afraid, everyone. I'm Lorne. You can come and touch me to find out what our enemy really is."

The elves quickly settled down, spontaneously lined up, and touched Lorne's arms and shoulders in an orderly fashion, while chattering amongst themselves.

"The Abyss Beastman's skin looks rough, but it doesn't feel as thick as I imagined."

"Yes, yes, it's about the same as old cowhide."

"I thought the Abyss Beastmen were all made of copper and iron, but now it seems they're not much different from the surface Beastmen."

"There are differences," Lorne smiled. "The Abyssal Beastmen live underground for a long time, and their eyes are not used to strong sunlight."

A quick-thinking elf immediately chimed in, "So, you mean their fighting ability is weaker during the day?"

"Yes," Lorne nodded, "so if they're going to attack the city, they'll definitely choose to do it at night, which is tonight."

"Tonight?" an elf asked, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Yes, tonight." Lorne nodded firmly. "The orc army began marching last night and just arrived at the war camp this morning. They are resting and preparing now, and will begin the siege after nightfall."

"Then how should we defend?" an elf asked.

Lorne looked around and said, "Everyone, please sit down. I'll start talking."

The elves sat down around Lorne so that each elf could clearly see and hear Lorne in the center.

Kovina, Seina, Nelly, and Mondrich quickly descended the city wall and sat down on the outermost edge of the elven group.

Lorne switched back to his elven body, cast an amplification spell on himself, and began to explain: "The total number of orcs is about 1, of which professionals account for about 10%, or about 1000."

"These professionals are mostly barbarians and warriors, a small number are wanderers, and a very small number are warlocks and other spellcasting professions."

"The total number of warlocks is no more than 50, and the number of other spellcasting classes is even smaller."

"All of the above information is obtained from Gorac's memories. There may be some errors, but they won't be too significant."

"Our total strength is about 3000, but the city walls can only accommodate a third of them at most."

"The orcs' first wave of attack will definitely be the most intense, so the first group of us to go up the city walls to meet them must be veterans and professionals."

"After successfully defending the first night's offensive, a protracted war will begin, lasting until dawn."

"During this period, everyone took turns going up the city wall to defend it."

"Before the battle begins, Chief of Staff Kovina will reorganize everyone into new squads. Just follow the orders according to the squads."

"After daybreak, the orcs will most likely retreat into the forest to rest and regroup, and then continue their siege after sunset."

"This pace will continue until Gorgon summons his demon army."

After speaking, Lorne looked around at the elves and said, "Next is the Q&A session. Everyone, please raise your hands to speak."

A few seconds later, several hands were raised one after another.