Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 894 - 593: Warrior’s Assembly Call_3

Lanle slowly said:

"After all, the traditionalists value the War Festival more than anyone else and will never give it up."

"And I, in the end, can’t abandon worldly things either."

Black Stone City, Temude’s temporary residence.

"I want to participate in the Battle Festival."

Temude said to the person in front of him.

He tightly grasped the Lion Badge in his hand, and the gloom on his face vanished.

"I knew there would be no problem coming to you."

The person standing in front of him was actually Uffie; it seemed she had already left Gapar with lightning speed.

"Before this, I contacted many people, and no one refused the festival’s invitation. Such a large-scale battle in Sain Dungeon is unprecedented, and it’s hard for everyone to resist the temptation."

"Who did you contact?" he asked curiously.

"Everyone I could reach." Uffie counted and said, "Famous Gold Level adventurers of the Warrior Country, reclusive experts, strong figures in the military, Heroes traveling to this area..."

She listed a bunch.

"And some people from Yanor Kingdom; I gave Leon a badge, and he promised to bring an enormous army. I’ve pretty much guessed who they’ll be."

"Oh right, I heard my apprentice went back home to rally people to go to Sain Dungeon to make a stand. I expect quite a few Dragons to participate by then."

Just listening to Uffie listing names, Temude felt his blood heating up, and upon looking down, he noticed his fists were trembling slightly.

It seemed that people from the Warrior Country especially loved to tremble when excited.

"I remember, you obviously have a good relationship with Lanle, did you notify him before coming to me?" he questioned.

"Actually, I considered between you and Lanle and eventually chose to come directly to you."

"Why?" This time it was Temude who was surprised.

Uffie shrugged and said, "Intuition, my intuition told me that this kind of Battle Festival should definitely come to you, after all, you are with that so-called traditionalist faction."

Upon hearing this, Temude couldn’t help but laugh out loud, glancing at the letter from Lanle that he had tossed aside.

To be honest, when he saw that letter, he almost felt that the traditionalists had no chance of winning. Even if they won the festival, the situation for the traditionalists in the country wouldn’t improve much.

Pride prevented him from giving up, but the reality and logic told him that the warrior’s tradition couldn’t continue.

The warriors under his command and the members of his delegation had all set out for the Imperial Capital to participate in the War Festival. He should have followed them today, but Lanle’s letter made him waver a bit.

Just when his internal conflict was at its peak.

Uffie came, bringing the news of the Battle Festival.

"Latan, from the intelligence we’ve gathered so far, is undoubtedly a heroic warrior, surely possessing unparalleled charisma; his spirit must also..."

Saying this, the gloom in Temude’s eyes vanished.

"If it’s about showcasing the spirit and demeanor of a warrior, it doesn’t necessarily have to be in the Imperial Capital, right?"

"What do you mean?" Uffie vaguely guessed his thoughts.

"I’ll call everyone back; they shouldn’t have reached the Imperial Capital yet. I know they’ll deliberately dawdle on the road because quite a few, like me, are also wavering."

"We’ve long been questioning the need to participate in this farcical War Festival."

He stood up, carefully taking off the Painful Clothes on him and putting on his beloved heavy armor, a fierce aura emanating.

"If an era of change inevitably means the end of tradition..."

Temude’s lips slightly curled up, looking at the sky as he said:

"Then let’s fight our final battle in this festival as a farewell to the Demigod!"