Chapter 3682 Drawing the Sword in Anger

Although Held can also vote, she will only cast key votes. Only when the two parties have the same number of votes, she will vote for the party that best suits her own ideas according to her own preferences.

Right now, apart from Held, there are five other people including Ozma, Casillas, Prey, Michel, and me. In other words, no matter how you vote, only one side can win, and there will never be a tie. ——Unless one person abstains from voting, but obviously, the apostles will not allow this to happen.

To avoid embarrassment, I took the lead in stating my choice: “I think Michelle’s choice is a good one.”

Prey raised his eyebrows slightly, Casillas glared angrily, the meaning is self-evident: You traitor!

Seeing this, I quickly raised my hand and said: "Don't be excited, I really think so. Although it is now certain that the invaders' strength has been reduced, it is still not to the point of breaking the bones. At least every time The ordinary troops dispatched are still as dense as a colony of ants and cannot be counted."

Taking a deep breath, I continued: "If we attack rashly at this time and attack its lair, we will probably be trapped by the overwhelming group of monsters. We may not die, but we will probably be captured. Can you really Do you accept being captured?"

"If captured, I would rather die," Casillas said in a high tone, showing his unyielding will.

"Have you ever thought that since the other party can drive strong men with similar strength to us to fight on the battlefield, does it mean that the other party is at least stronger than us?"

"Since the other party is stronger than us, is it possible that the other party also has the means to capture us and prevent us from committing suicide?"

"What will you do if the other party has such means? Huh?" I stared at Casillas and said solemnly: "Since you are captured and can't commit suicide, what are you going to do?"

Casillas' hand clenched the handle of the knife tightly, his brows furrowed, but he remained silent.

He knew very well that feeling that life was worse than death. It was in order to get rid of that pain that he would continue to become stronger, stronger, and stronger than anyone else. Only in this way could the freedom he longed for be achieved. will not be deprived.

"Of course, the above are just my personal conjectures. It is precisely because of these conjectures that I have a lot of concerns and this choice was made."

Then, I shut my mouth, sat down in my seat, and put my eyes on the face of Ozma, who had never given a choice.

The latter glanced at me with a half-smile, and his expression seemed to say: Brat, you are cheating on me!

I pretended not to understand and opened my eyes wide, looking at him innocently.

The other people's eyes also fell on Ozma's face at the same time.

This made Ozma very confused.

Attack or defend the city, how to choose?

After a long silence, Ozma grinned: "Can I choose?"

"No!" Held, who was watching everything with cold eyes, said in a deep voice before Ozma could speak.

"Well I haven't said anything yet."

"You want to abstain?" Held stared at Ozma and said slowly: "Don't you?"

Ozma was sweating profusely as Held stared at her, raised her hands, and said, "Okay, okay, I have this idea."

"Give your choice" Held said solemnly, staring at Ozma.

"Actually, this is a very difficult choice, isn't it?" Ozma did not give a direct answer, but started talking about it in a serious manner: "Stick to the city and continue to consume the troops of the invading people. After the troops are completely exhausted, we can then Attacking the enemy's lair seems to be a safe approach, but it is actually."

He glanced at me first, and then smiled evilly at Michelle mockingly.

Michelle's forehead suddenly popped up with several explosive veins, making her very angry.

He kept talking, finally suppressed his emotions, took a deep breath, and finally didn't have an attack on the spot.

"This is the behavior of a coward!" Ozma spoke sharply and said loudly.

While speaking, he did not forget to glance at Michelle. The irritated Michelle almost got up and yelled at Ozma.

On the contrary, the expressions of Casillas and Prey were happy and excited, but also a little complicated.

"So, your choice is more inclined to take the initiative, right?"

Held asked leisurely.

"No," Ozma said with a smile: "Rather than taking the initiative, I would rather stick to the city."

"Didn't you just say that the behavior of holding on to the city is no different from that of a coward!" Casillas stood up, pointed his halberd at Ozma, and asked: "Why don't you stand on my side? Do you mean that you want to Are you a coward?"

"Of course I disdain being a coward, but compared to the reckless behavior of a coward, it is not unacceptable to be a coward. In any case, a coward is much better than a prisoner, isn't it?"

Upon hearing this, Casillas gritted his teeth and unsheathed his sword unexpectedly, heading straight for Ozma's head and neck.

We were suddenly startled. Before we could recover, the blade of Tachi was already close to Ozma and was about to pierce into his body. Before we could say it, a ball of light suddenly shone between Ozma and Tachi. It stood up, like a small round shield, blocking the tip of the knife.

puff!

The tip of the knife penetrated deeply into the light, but stopped just an inch away from Ozma's body.

"Stop!" Held, who came to his senses, shouted in a low voice: "There is no civil war between the apostles."

Casillas snorted, sheathed his sword, and sat down slowly.

Ozma dispelled the light shield in front of him with a calm expression and continued the meeting calmly.

However, Michelle couldn't calm down.

"Ozma, you are obviously a dark magician, how can you use light magic?"

"How can a little guy like you, who has believed in the Holy Light since birth and fought for it all his life, understand the complexity of this world?"

Michelle stared at Ozma without saying a word, but I read three words from his eyes: I don’t understand.

They didn't understand, but I understood what Ozma meant.

Before his faith collapsed, he was once a powerful magician. He could basically do what the magician knew.

The most basic knowledge that magicians in Zephyr Continent need to master is the magic enlightenment of various attributes.

The vast majority of magicians can master magic with more than three attributes. A few magicians are all-attribute magicians, and an even smaller number are single-attribute magicians.

It's not that a single-attribute magician is necessarily weak. On the contrary, once a single-attribute magician grows up, he is many times stronger than a full-attribute magician.

The reason is very simple. Since a single-attribute magician is only proficient in one kind of magic, when the magic value is diverted, it will only flow towards that attribute. Over time, the power of that magic attribute will naturally be strengthened to an extremely strong level.