It was closely related to Kana’s actions.
He was the friend he had come to know anew in this world.
Unusually, the existence of these bodies made Kana integrate more authentically into this real world.
Everyone present was watching this scene.
It was so quiet here at this moment.
All the Night Watchers were equally shocked at this moment, not by the death of the Night Watchers.
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It was not Kana’s weakness that shocked them; they did not think that Kana’s current status represented weakness.
What shocked them was,
It seemed they were only now able to see that their leader was so young.
This leader, with grand aspirations, created the Night Watchers, and steadfastly walked step by step toward this direction.
But his control over direction, his grasp over the situation, and his strong capabilities often made them overlook this point.
In their eyes, it seemed that only now could they clearly see what Kana was bearing, and what kind of form was bearing it.
"He’s only as old as my son," said a soldier who once served under a Count, and who is now a Night Watcher, the Light Guardian.
Kana gradually straightened up, his voice calm, but penetrating.
"Remember these sacrifices; what lies ahead are more sacrifices, continuous sacrifices, sacrifices that we don’t have time to remember.
Even so, even when facing such a spectacle, will you still move forward?
Will you still face the fear of death head-on with the blade in your hand?"
An angry voice came from behind.
Kana turned his head.
There was a trace of anger on his face, but his expression was more serious, his voice sonorous and forceful: "At the moment we made our vow, we were already prepared for this.
This is our own will, for the world, for ourselves, for everyone."
Kana stared at him blankly.
And then looked at all the other Night Watchers around.
They all looked at him with determined eyes.
Suddenly, Kana smiled, even laughed heartily.
"Let those damned intruders go to hell, we will avenge all the sacrificed who move forward.
Let those damned intruders—blood for blood!"
This declaration ignited all the Night Watchers.
In the distance, in the Elven camp, amidst Healing Potions and multiple Healing Spells.
Maxim was now recovering well, at least able to walk independently.
Of course, the weakness wasn’t something that could be so easily shaken off, especially since he hadn’t received a Blessing.
However, the atmosphere in the Elf camp was no longer as sorrowful because they had already begun collecting the bodies of their fallen comrades yesterday.
He and Heiswantha looked toward the direction of the Night Watcher camp.
Listening to the shouts from there.
With their vision, they could naturally see clearly what was happening there.
Some nearby Elves were also looking on.
Miguel West was also staring blankly.
"I want to join them; I want to join the Night Watchers!
I want to fight with them, even die with them."
The sudden words made the surrounding Elves look at him.
This gifted, passionate, yet equally impulsive Elven youth.
Miguel West still looked in the direction of the Night Watcher camp, without turning his head even slightly.
"Even if it means abandoning my pride, my dignity, I want to join them!"
"I will absolutely be the first to join," said Yorndaren, still bandaged heavily, with a laugh.
He had been pondering and inquiring about this matter for days, confident that he was definitely the Elf who understood the joining procedure the best.
"Ha, I will certainly join before you," Miguel West said bluntly.
"Those Night Watchers don’t like you, or that smelly face of yours, so get in line behind me."
Yorndaren stood up proudly.
After all, he was the first Elf who made the decision and began his inquiries early.
Lululuse listened to their words, not saying a word.
Because, two days ago, she had already received a definite answer from Kana.
If she wished, she would be directly accepted into the Night Watchers after this event.
You all can argue slowly; I’m the first!
The quarrel among the young Elves brought a smile to Hiswanta’s face. He turned to look at the Maxim beside him.
Maxim, without turning his head, stared at the direction of the camp and said: "I’ve already made my decision."
"Kana is waiting for us to make our request personally."
Heiswantha shook his head: "Looks like they have to join together."