Lanzada nodded excitedly, his violet eyes sparkling, his face full of admiration and adoration, almost applauding him.

Amber was speechless, crossed her arms and sighed: "It's always bad to lie to people, it will make you look like a bad man."

"It depends on the situation and cannot be generalized," Griffith said nonchalantly, "Amber, you haven't been deceived by a man yet."

 Everyone present looked at Griffith and fell into silence. Amber blushed on the spot, Erza sighed slightly, and Lanzada also lowered his head.

"So, what should we do next?" Erza asked, "Amber and I are about to return to the city hall. There have been many attacks there, and a large-scale offensive is brewing."

"You go ahead," Griffith said calmly. Although his throat was hoarse and his eyes were dark, he looked in high spirits. "Thanks to your support, my defense line has been initially established. After a while,

As long as the arrow towers are erected, the defense capabilities of the militiamen will be greatly improved."

"Are you sure you can hold on?" Amber looked at him with concern, "The situation has changed drastically now. It will be difficult for Extraordinary people to come here to support you in a short time. However, there is a constant stream of living corpses, and Extraordinary people will also have a moment when their physical strength is exhausted."

"Continuously?" Griffith snorted, raised a finger and shook it, "After the residents were taken in by me, I set up twelve recruitment points and recruitment stations, and the militiamen were quickly recruited and organized."

He stood up, came to the window, and waved his hand toward the window. Under the barricade, small businessmen, craftsmen, and coachmen who took up arms were fighting against the living corpses. Every time there was a casualty, two people immediately came to cover it.

Come up. They drag away the dead and treat the injured.

 “Look!”

Griffith said with confidence:

 “Living corpses are being killed every moment.
Chapter completed!