The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 834 - 457: Make Humanity Great Again_2

"But have you ever thought that one day, you could become heroes, passionately fighting on the front line, even if only for a moment?"

The Elder Council was so quiet that not even a crow was heard, yet in the eyes of all the elders, there was a fire burning.

"Lord Rod."

One elder spoke.

"We are already aware of the information regarding the Goddess’ Tears, but it’s said that you don’t have much stock left. The Elder Council consists of a total of one hundred and six combatants, and among the retired First Level Combatants, only twenty-two can be present. Do you have enough resources?"

"That’s correct."

Another elder also questioned, "We don’t mean to doubt you, Lord Rod. You already have the honor of an elder, considered as one of us, but I have never heard of such a miraculous potion. Is it really effective?"

Rod smiled slightly.

"Of course it’s effective. First Elder Amendo himself has taken it. You can ask him how it worked, if he found the vigor of his youth again?"

Amendo gave him a cold glance but overlooked his exuberance, and said steadily, word for word, "I took it while supporting Storm Castle. It indeed can temporarily restore my soul to the state of my youth, but it only lasts for three days."

"Three days?"

One elder questioned.

"It seems there are only fourteen days left until the Bright Festival, so what about the remaining eleven days?"

Amendo also cast his gaze towards Rod, which was also the part he found puzzling. According to this timeline, at least a thousand Goddess’ Tears would be needed to sustain such high consumption.

Of course, it’s impossible for Rod to have a thousand Goddess’ Tears.

That would require at least three thousand Starlight Fragments.

Rod smiled slightly, unhurriedly taking out a small crystal bottle.

With a gentle shake, the liquid inside shimmered with starlight.

This is the core of his plan, the Goddess Tears Bottle.

Simply put, it’s Goddess’ Tears diluted with water.

Rod lifted the tears bottle high and said loudly, "This tears bottle can be sipped ten times, with each sip rejuvenating you for one clock hour."

An elder questioned, "One clock hour? What use is that?"

"One bottle can only sustain for ten clock hours."

Rod’s expression remained unchanged as he continued, "I will deploy you to key defensive positions throughout Trolian. As far as I know, battles do not happen every moment. In most cases, it’s only small-scale battles, which the defensive strength of each castle and fortress can handle."

"When large-scale battles occur and your strength is needed, you can drink the Goddess’ Blessing, reigniting the passion in your soul, joining the fight, offering everything for Trolian."

"Therefore, you can be regarded as First Level Combatants capable of acting at critical moments. The First Level Combatants stationed in major strongholds can rotate out and enter the Starry Sky City battlefield."

Rod took out an entire box of Goddess Tears Bottles from his pocket.

"A total of two hundred bottles. If used properly, they will definitely last until the Bright Festival arrives."

"Now."

Rod shouted with all his strength.

"Do you wish to return to the past and fight for Trolian once more?"

The Elder Council was silent for just one second, then a thunderous voice rang out.

"For Trolian!"

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Rod really didn’t expect that his impromptu act of passionate drama would achieve such a great effect.

In fairness, he himself didn’t find it perfect.

But the elders did not feel the same way; they seemed to have their souls ignited, burning with the glory of the past.

This long-lost passion made them extraordinarily excited; none of the elders didn’t long to return to the battlefield, none didn’t reminisce about the past. But empty wishes were useless, and they could only divert their full-bodied regrets to other matters.

Maintaining the duties of an elder became their only mission, which often made them seem stubborn and inflexible.

However, when they had the chance to return to the battlefield, they changed, becoming passionate, enthusiastic, full of vigor and vitality, as if they returned to the spirited days of their youth.

However, although the elders had the Blessing Potion from the Goddess that could temporarily return them to a youthful state, they were ultimately not complete First Level Combatants.

Strategically, considering two to three elders as one complete First Level Combatant was more reasonable.

Moreover, due to the combat characteristics of the elders, those long-drawn-out fighting strongholds and fortresses were not suitable for elder stationing.

How to allocate this power was the key issue.

To maximize the use of this combat power, many factors needed to be taken into account, which was a very complex matter, and no one dared claim they could handle it.

Except for the mannequin.

Rod did not waste this great scene, decisively summoning the Phantom, causing the mannequin to be possessed, triggering its combat intuition, using a solution so optimal that everyone found it unbelievable, to solve this problem.

When Rod handed the combat deployment plan to Daling, the entire Military War Department was boiling with excitement. Every Defense Chief and every Commander marveled at the elegance and perfection of the plan, as well as the astonishing wisdom it displayed.

It was so perfect that some doubted it was created by Rod, and even believed it was a gift from God, merely written down by Rod.

Obviously, this kind of thinking was quite harmful.

Rod was forced to take all the credit for himself; he originally didn’t want to do this, as his morals couldn’t tolerate such things. He rarely did this before, and the few times he did was because he had no other choice.

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